In an instant, the crimson mist lost its "mist" form, as if forcibly twisted by an invisible hand. The blood-red hue churned, collapsed, and reassembled, ultimately transforming into a judgment arena covering the entire flower field. The Giant Chaos Flower was no longer merely "blooming," but seemed to have regressed to the very beginning before the birth of heaven and earth. The edges of the petals were no longer clear, and yin and yang devoured and gave birth to each other within it. The colors were compressed into unnameable gray-white and dim starlight, and even the boundary between "existence" and "Does Not Exist" was smoothed out, leaving only a primordial pulse of an undifferentiated state slowly undulating.
Discontinuous, chaotic patterns appeared on the surface of the petals, like an unfinished celestial scroll being written and torn up on its own. With each breath-like opening and closing, the space as a whole collapsed inward a little. It was not the oppression of power, but the rules being forcibly withdrawn to the "undefined" stage. The sense of direction underfoot, the distance between front and back, and even the causal connections between each other, where the six people from the Asura Immortal Hall stood, all began to loosen at this moment.
"This is... the Flower Domain Judgment?!" One of the experts at the Silent Mystery Realm roared, but before his words could fully form, his figure was severed by a dark red pattern rising from beneath his feet. He was as if he had been cut into another layer of reality, and even the aftershocks of his struggle had no time to spread. Elder Yang, at the Chaos Realm, changed his expression drastically. His aura, like that of Chaos's First Birth, surged outwards wildly in an attempt to stabilize himself, only to find that his "stabilization" was being judged as a concept that had not yet been established.
The giant flower suddenly trembled.
The giant flower's six main petals simultaneously opened to their Limit, each petal revealing an independent chaotic inner domain. Within this domain, there was no sky, no earth, only the ever-generating and self-destructing primordial light and darkness. The six members of the Asura Immortal Hall were forcibly pulled by an irresistible force, along with their protective techniques, incomplete divine abilities, and unexpressed thoughts, which were randomly allocated, torn apart, and swallowed. The six figures flashed past at the edges of different petals, as if thrown into six unformed world embryos, instantly disappearing from sight.
Almost simultaneously, the spacetime rift where Qin Yu and Zhou Yujin were located also began to tremble violently. The rift itself was eroded into fragile thin sheets by the red mist. As soon as Qin Yu raised his eyes, he saw the shadows of two petals silently enveloping them. That was not a "choice," but a more ancient response—the flower realm was responding to their "existence."
"Not good." Qin Yu only had time to utter two words in a low voice before the dark light deep within his Annihilation Devil Pupil suddenly shone brightly, and the Final Spirit Core automatically contracted to protect his sea of consciousness. Meanwhile, Zhou Yujin's figure was already enveloped by a No Moment, No Bounds layer of Silent Profundity energy. In the next instant, both forces were simultaneously swallowed by the petals, and their vision was stretched, lengthened, and folded in an instant. All their senses were forcibly compressed into a line that was about to break.
The world suddenly closed in.
After absorbing them, the eight main petals of the Giant Chaos Flower interlocked at their edges, and the crimson mist poured back into the flower like a blood tide. The cracks in space healed themselves one by one, as if they had never been torn open. During the closing process, a deep and distant resonance came from inside the giant flower. The sound was neither like victory nor satisfaction, but more like the echo of confirmation after an ancient mechanism was restarted.
Finally, the petals closed completely.
The entire area returned to a state of apparent silence, with only the Giant Chaos Flower standing quietly at the core of the Nameless Eternal Land, as if everything had ended, yet as if the true judgment had only just begun.
The moment Qin Yu fell into the inner realm of the petals, there was no falling process, nor a boundary to reach. All concepts of "entering" were completely erased at this moment. He simply realized that he was already inside. His vision unfolded, but it was not heaven and earth, but an unnamed gray-white field. The light did not shine from a certain direction, but emerged on its own from the state of "not yet becoming light," and was withdrawn in the next moment, repeating endlessly, like the silent beating of a world's heart.
With no solid ground beneath his feet, each step he took created an unfinished outline of existence in front of him, while everything behind him immediately receded into Unborn state, as if he could only stand on the thin, almost Does Not Exist line of "now".
There was no wind in the air, yet a persistent pulling sensation was tearing at his senses. It wasn't an attack, but rather an attempt to dismantle his "definition of existence" into its most primal fragments: name, origin, cultivation level, cause and effect, stance—layer by layer, being peeled away, like pages of a book turned by an invisible hand, never to be returned. The Silent Origin Wheel deep within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness trembled slightly. He clearly realized that this was the first trial of the Undifferentiated Realm —not a test of strength, but a forced answer to a question that had not yet taken shape: when all definitions were not yet established, what gave you the right to exist?
He neither attacked nor defended, but simply allowed his aura to slowly sink deeper, making the simplest and most raw fact—"I am here"—the only anchor point that would not be withdrawn. The first crack appeared on the gray-white plain. The crack was not a spatial rupture, but a conceptual hesitation, as if the Undifferentiated Realm was realizing for the first time that this existence did not rely on any permitted reason, yet it still stood firmly. Beyond the crack, the outline of an unformed structure vaguely emerged in the distance, like a door being allowed to form. The first trial quietly unfolded in this silent confrontation.
Almost simultaneously, within the inner realm of another petal, Zhou Yujin's world presented a completely different scene. It was a void eternally frozen, the ice not being cold but stagnant, freezing not only matter but also the flow of time. Standing within it, the aura of the Silent Mystery Realm should have rendered all "measurements" ineffective, but here, for the first time, he felt his power being restrained by something deeper.
In the center of the Petal World, an extremely fine pulse began to vibrate rhythmically. Each vibration resonated with a familiar yet painful rhythm deep within his consciousness. His breath involuntarily skipped a beat, and the sleeping face of his sister appeared in his mind. The aura of the disease that had accompanied her since birth was amplified infinitely here, like an invisible thread tightly binding her life state to this chaotic flower realm.
For the first time, Zhou Yujin's eyes wavered. He realized this was no coincidence, but rather the Flower Realm responding to his "request." The Nameless Root-Returning Grass was not merely a medicinal herb; its very existence resonated with a certain "fundamental lack," and his sister's illness touched precisely at the core of this lack. From the depths of the frozen void, a shadow, not yet fully formed, began to emerge. The shadow resembled both the roots of a plant and the initial veins of life, trembling gently with each tremor, as if scrutinizing whether he was worthy to approach.
Meanwhile, the Petal World into which the Chaos Realm expert from the Asura Immortal Hall fell went out of control in the very first moment. It was a seemingly stable chaotic plain with a complete outline of heaven and earth, and the laws seemed to still be able to be invoked. Because of this, the moment he stepped in, he instinctively activated his forbidden secret technique, attempting to control the environment by forcefully suppressing it.
This action became a taboo subject in the Flower Domain Judgment.
The "stability" of the Chaos Plain suddenly reversed. All the power he had invoked was instantly judged as "prematurely defined." The laws originally used for suppression collapsed in reverse, turning into countless streams of retrograde flow, frantically flowing back along his own causal trajectory. In a single breath, his body experienced the superposition of three states: "Not yet completed," "in the process of completion," and "already failed." His soul emitted a soundless tremor.
This backlash did not stop within his Petal World. The collapse of the forbidden realm was like the tolling of a bell across domains, and shockwaves spread along the core veins of the Giant Chaos Flower, causing disturbances in the other five inner petals at the same time.
In the Petal World of a powerful Asura at the Silent Mystery Realm, time is completely out of order. Every time he moves forward, he returns to the starting point, ultimately trapped in the echo of his own actions. Another person falls into an inner realm surrounded by countless unfinished prototypes of beings. These prototypes constantly try to take shape through his existence, forcing him to choose between "giving life" and "refusing to be born." Yet another person is thrown into pure darkness. The darkness does not devour but continuously questions him, forcing him to confront the root of his fear that he had deliberately ignored.
The Flower Realm did not rush to provide an ending; it merely disassembled and released each entrant, allowing them to confront different aspects of the judgment corresponding to the Flower of Chaos. Qin Yu's Undifferentiated Realm, Zhou Yujin's Root Resonance, the Forbidden Backlash of the Asura Immortal Hall, and the inner domain predicaments unfolding for the other five individuals, subtly resonated with each other, like a net slowly tightening.
The Giant Chaos Flower remained silent on the outside, but within it, the true judgment was only just beginning to unfold.
In the Undifferentiated Realm, the pulse of the gray-white plains suddenly paused for an extremely brief moment. It wasn't that time was suspended, but rather a hesitation of "not yet deciding whether to continue." Qin Yu stood right in the center of that hesitation. He neither looked up nor down, but simply allowed his existence to slowly sink, sinking until even the act of "thinking" itself gradually became blurred. The first trial was silently broken by him at this moment, because he did not give any defining answer, did not claim why he existed, nor prove his own significance. He simply allowed the fact of "existence" to continue to occur, Undifferentiated Realm could not deny an existence that neither requested permission nor relied on reasons. Thus, the unfinished door completely took shape before him. The door did not open, but instead transformed into an invisible threshold. When Qin Yu took that crucial step, no new foothold was generated beneath his feet, but the original gray-white plains quietly retreated behind him. The first trial ended here, and the second trial of existence silently descended before him.
The air suddenly became unusually heavy, not with the weight of a person, but with a viscous feeling that seemed to strip away the end. The outline of heaven and earth began to appear, but incompletely, like a painting whose "end" had been deliberately erased. The distant scene gradually became clear: a silent field scattered with countless slowly decaying yet incapable forms. They were still breathing, still writhing, still enduring pain, but every fatal wound was forcibly pulled back the moment it touched the "threshold of death." Their lives were not taken away; what was taken away was "death itself"—a death that took away the right to end life, a death that did not take away life itself. In this field, death became the law.
Qin Yu clearly sensed that this was not mere torture, but an Ultimate questioning of existence. If one cannot die, does existence still have meaning? If even the end is taken away, can will still be called will? His sea of consciousness trembled slightly. At this moment, the outline of Silent Origin did not release its power, but began to contract in the opposite direction, slowly peeling away all concepts related to "end." He did not deny this death, nor did he resist it. Instead, he brought his own state of existence closer to those "immortal things" in that field. In his perception, he faced the pain that was infinitely prolonged for the first time.
And acknowledging its true existence, the real trap of the second trial lies not in the fear of death, but in whether one would actively seek an end due to aversion to this eternal pain. Qin Yu did not choose to escape, nor did he choose to make a judgment. He simply kept his existence intact and confirmed one thing in his heart—the value of existence is not given by the end, nor does it become invalid because the end is taken away. This confirmation was like lighting an extremely faint but indelible anchor point in the Undifferentiated Realm. Those immortal forms experienced a brief pause in his perception. The second trial began to show cracks.
Meanwhile, in another Petal World, Zhou Yujin stood in the center of the frozen void. The original image of his sister's illness had fully manifested. It wasn't a concrete image, but a continuously echoing rhythm of absence, as if a "root" that should have existed had been forcibly uprooted at the beginning of her birth, leaving an empty space that couldn't close on its own. The frozen space trembled continuously with this rhythm. Zhou Yujin could clearly sense that as long as he took a step forward and touched the shadow of that Nameless Root-Returning Grass that hadn't yet taken shape, the flower realm would immediately bind this absence to his own cause and effect, using his existence to fill that empty space. The price would be that he would no longer be a "bystander," but would share all the subsequent evolution with his sister's illness.
This was a dangerous, almost insane choice. Continuing to wait meant missing the only source of the response; rashly intervening might make him part of the "incomplete thing." Zhou Yujin's breathing became completely steady at this moment. He did not avoid the risk, nor did he try to calculate the outcome. Instead, he actively unfolded his own causal threads, allowing the missing rhythm to be clearly reflected in his existence. At this moment, the frozen void emitted a very faint cracking sound, and the shadow of the Nameless Root-Returning Grass shifted to him by an imperceptible inch. For the first time, the Flower Realm responded to his choice, and this response quietly locked in the subsequent price.
Just as their respective trials were progressing, the backlash from the Chaos Realm expert from the Asura Immortal Hall finally spiraled out of control. His Petal World could no longer maintain any independent structure; the reversed flow of cause and effect completely tore it apart. What collapsed was not space, but the judgment logic that the flower domain had generated specifically for him. This imbalance was like a node that had been forcibly shattered, instantly triggering a cross-domain chain reaction. The veins inside the Giant Chaos Flower trembled violently, and the other Petal World were simultaneously affected. The originally isolated inner domains began to resonate and overlap briefly. A chaotic echo that did not belong to the Undifferentiated Realm swept across the gray-white plain beneath Qin Yu's feet. Unstable cracks appeared at the edge of the frozen void where Zhou Yujin was, and the Asura experts in the other petals also noticed the abnormal acceleration of the judgment rhythm.
The Giant Chaos Flower did not attempt to repair anything; it simply allowed the collapse and spread to its own devices, viewing the loss of control as part of the judgment. When the existence of the Chaos Realm powerhouse was swallowed up by the backlash into an unspeakable void, all the inner domains of the petals simultaneously entered the countdown to the next stage. The true Chaos Judgment was transitioning from an "individual trial" to an "interconnected" one.