Void Authority World-Annihilating Divine Sword
The Zero-Free Light Cliff stands silently on the edge of an unknown world, like a section forcibly carved out of the universe. Light and shadow lose their normal boundaries here. Brightness and darkness do not alternate, but devour and erode each other, forming layers of surging gray waves. Below the cliff is not an abyss, but countless streams of dark light compressed to their Limit, as if all the failed attempts of the world have been poured out here.
Five Liu Yuan Practitioners at the pinnacle of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme stood before the cliff. Their auras were stretched and distorted in this place, each breath seeming to be a struggle against the rules of this area. Not far in front of them, a divine sword, faintly visible, floated silently. The sword was not fully revealed, sometimes clear and sometimes ethereal, as if it were in the gap between being "analyzed" and "not allowed to exist." The space around the sword was cut into intricate layers, each reflecting different afterimages of the world.
One of the Liu Yuan Practitioners' pupils suddenly contracted, his voice tightening with excitement, "That's... Atom, Narrative, Narrative, Analysis Abyss Sword?" Another person barely thought, his aura exploding outwards, "It really is! Charge! Whoever gets it first gets it!" Before the words were finished, five figures stepped out simultaneously, tearing apart the light and shadow before the Zero-Free Light Cliff with their explosive aura. Space rippled like water with pebbles thrown in, layer upon layer. Their speed was pushed to the Limit at this moment, the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme burning on their bodies, and rule patterns emerging like armor, rushing straight for that divine sword.
Just as they were less than ten feet away from the divine sword, a sudden change occurred. Behind the elusive divine sword, the area that should Emptiness suddenly collapsed. Light and shadow were forcibly pulled to the same focal point, and then tore apart to both sides, slowly revealing an immeasurably enormous figure from the crack. It was not a simple "appearance," but rather as if the entire area was forced to rewrite its own scale in order to accommodate its presence.
A colossal figure stood behind the Lightless Cliff, clad in dark gold armor that appeared to be forged from starlight. Slowly rotating cosmic patterns flowed between the armor plates, each shift in light accompanied by a slight collapse of space. The sword he held was more real and heavier than the floating divine sword. Its blade hung low, and even before it was swung, it had already caused widespread disruption to the rules of light and shadow on the Lightless Cliff. Behind him, a halo composed of pure laws slowly rotated, resembling both a crown and a mark of judgment.
The five Liu Yuan Practitioners abruptly stopped in mid-air, their internal energies almost simultaneously becoming unbalanced. For the first time, an undisguised fear surfaced in their eyes—that aura wasn't a combination of pressure, but an absolute difference in levels. A being at the Chaos Realm · Extremity stood there, and all the surrounding rules seemed to actively converge upon him, to submit to him. The wind at the Lightless Cliff vanished, the light and shadow ceased to flow, and even the Analysis Abyss Sword dimmed in that instant, as if it were merely a phantom used to lure them.
The enormous, powerful being slowly lowered its head, its gaze like the light of judgment piercing through countless worlds, landing on the five intruders. Before it could speak, the space in front of the cliff began to groan uncontrollably, foreshadowing a reckoning far more brutal than they had imagined, which was about to unfold on the Zero-Free Light Cliff.
The space before the Zero-Free Light Cliff completely shattered the moment that colossal figure solidified. One of the Liu Yuan Practitioners' expressions changed drastically, almost screaming, his voice echoing and tearing between the cliff face and the void, "Not good—this is a sword spirit guardian! Not a relic, but something guarding the gate! Everyone must go all out, or we won't even have a chance to escape!" Before his words had even finished, the sword spirit, at the Chaos Realm · Extremity, had already raised its giant sword. Before the blade had even truly fallen, the light and shadow of the entire Lightless Cliff were forcibly straightened by an irreversible force.
As if the world had been pressed into a straight line about to break, the next instant, the sword spirit took a step forward, its sword sweeping horizontally. The sword light, interwoven with dark gold and abyssal hues, was infinitely stretched as it was swung, transforming into a "Analysis Slash Domain" that pierced through heaven and earth. Wherever the sword light passed, space seemed to be disassembled into countless transparent chips, peeled away, shattered, and reassembled layer by layer. Accompanied by a low, almost silent roar, the rules of the entire Zero-Free Light Cliff were instantly rewritten. The cliff face cracked but did not fall; instead, it hovered in mid-air, drawn by the sword light and rotating at high speed, forming a terrifying scene resembling a dissection of the world.
At this moment, the five Liu Yuan Practitioners unleashed their power simultaneously, pushing the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme to its Limit without reservation. One of them manifested his Martial Soul, transforming the Dark Abyss into a nine-layered vortex. From the center of the vortex, a black torrent reversing cause and effect erupted, forcefully withstanding the direct impact of the Analysis Slash Domain. Another person formed hand seals, and a boundary wall composed of countless superimposed runes appeared around his body. The boundary wall was like a folded star shield array; as one layer shattered, a new layer was instantly generated, and the sound of shattering connected in the light and shadow.
The third person directly summoned his Innate Martial Soul, and a huge void beast shadow coiled behind him, opening its mouth to devour the sword light fragments coming towards it. Each devouring caused the scales on its body to crack and regenerate. The fourth and fifth people burned their destiny almost simultaneously, forcibly merging themselves with their martial souls and releasing the Extreme Domain Killing Technique that covered the cliff. Crimson, dark blue, and gray-white energies collided in the air, and the burst of light waves spread outwards in circles like a chain of collapsing stars, illuminating the Lightless Cliff into a brief day.
However, the sword spirit's slashing domain was not completely neutralized. The weakened sword light still tore through their combined defenses. The five retreated in unison, the void beneath their feet shattering into countless cracks. Blood turned into suspended red stardust in the weightless environment. The Chaos Realm · Extremity was fully revealed at this moment—it was not the oppression of power, but the absolute judgment that "you are not allowed to stand here." The sword spirit slowly sheathed its sword, its gaze cold and empty, as if judging whether these intruders still had any value to continue existing. Meanwhile, the Lightless Cliff itself emitted a low resonance after the first round of clashes, as if preparing for an even more thorough cleansing next time.
In that instant, the world before the Zero-Free Light Cliff completely entered the second "processed state." The sword spirit guardian no longer raised its stance, but slowly lowered the tip of its sword. The moment the blade touched the void, the entire area emitted an extremely eerie silence—not quiet, but all sound, vibration, and energy fluctuations were forcibly extracted, leaving only an almost "blank" sense of existence, as if the world was being covered by an invisible analytical layer. The next instant, the second stage of analysis officially began.
The space behind the sword spirit seemed to be stretched backward by an invisible giant hand, forming countless overlapping transparent interfaces. Each interface was simultaneously calculating and disassembling, and the figures of the five Liu Yuan Practitioners were divided into tens of thousands of "existence slices." Each slice was individually judged to determine whether it had the necessity to continue existing. Two of them were the first to succumb to the pressure, their protective divine powers not yet completely collapsed.
Their "logic of existence" had already been stripped away. Their bodies remained standing, but their shadows suddenly vanished. Then, their flesh, bones, and souls collapsed from within, as if ignited by an invisible fire. There was no explosion, no screams, only a void that was quietly erased. Even the process of death was not allowed to occur completely. Before the second sword had even fully fallen, the two Liu Yuan Practitioners the Silent Mystery Realm had been directly Annihilation, completely erased from this world. Even the traces of "having stood here" were cleared away by the analytical layer.
The remaining three retreated frantically almost simultaneously. One of the Liu Yuan Practitioners, in dire straits, suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, and forcibly established a connection with the elusive Atomic Analysis Abyss Sword. His soul, like a torn bridge, forcefully stepped into the sword's analytical core, attempting to seize the right of communication with his own "Formless Essence" of the Silent Mystery Realm. In an instant, the rules of the Lightless Cliff went completely berserk. Dense cracks appeared in the sky, time shattered like broken glass, and space was no longer a continuous extension but was broken into countless irreparable fragments. The Atomic Analysis Abyss Sword trembled violently, and layers of unnamed runes appeared around its blade—analytic traces that predated language. The sword spirit's gaze shifted for the first time, as if "reassessing" the danger posed by this Liu Yuan Practitioners.
At that very instant, another Liu Yuan Practitioners bit his tongue, unleashing his true form's ultimate skill, the Silent Mystery Realm. A domain of utter Ji Ran and formlessness erupted from him, causing the world to suddenly lose its sense of front and back, inside and outside. Time ceased to flow, as if frozen in a state of "no moment." Space was compressed into an immeasurable, boundless stillness, and all causal lines snapped at that moment.
There was no beginning and no end, only an absolute stillness encompassing all things unfolding. When the sword spirit's analytical light layer touched this Silent Profundity domain, it showed a noticeable lag for the first time. The analysis speed was forcibly slowed down, and the judgment of the second stage showed a brief blur and overlap, as if this area could not be accurately "read" for a moment.
However, this confrontation could only delay, not reverse. The sword spirit guard swung its sword again in the delay. This time, the sword light did not spread, but was compressed into an extremely thin and dark line, silently passing through the edge of the Silent Profundity Domain. The two Liu Yuan Practitioners did not have time to dodge were still in their casting postures when their bodies were dissected starting from their shoulders in the next instant. Their flesh, soul, and destiny were repeatedly disassembled and reassembled.
However, they were unable to stabilize. Their bodies kept disappearing and then briefly reuniting under the support of their Silent Mystery Realm instincts, like afterimages that were repeatedly torn apart and barely pieced back together. Their existence was extremely unstable. If it weren't for the Silent Mystery Realm's "Unborn possibility" characteristic, they would have been completely reduced to nothing by this sword.
When the sword light dissipated, only three Liu Yuan Practitioners remained before the Lightless Cliff. Without exception, they were all severely injured, their breaths intermittent, and their bodies trembled constantly between disappearance and reconstruction, as if they would be completely taken away by the next analysis at any moment. The sword spirit guardian had returned to stillness, its sword tip touching the ground, and the analysis layer was still operating at a low frequency, as if waiting for the next "erroneous existence" to appear.
In front of the Wuling Light Cliff, the remaining world was still trembling at a low frequency, and the aftermath of the analysis had not yet dissipated. The chest of the Abyssist who was still standing rose and fell violently, and the broken and reorganized body continued to emit unstable noises. He turned around suddenly, almost roaring at the other two companions who were also in a state of dilapidation - "You two, fight it all! Otherwise today, you and I will be completely deleted by this sword spirit, and even the narrative will no longer exist!"
The moment the words fell, the other two nodded almost simultaneously without any hesitation. Their eyes no longer held any thought of life or death, only a kind of madness and determination born from being pushed to the limit. In the next instant, the three of them tore open their own destiny seals and forcibly ignited the still-uncompletely collapsed Silent Profundity Origin. The sacrifice began.
That wasn't self-destruction, but a far more cruel choice—they deliberately compressed all the "possibilities" of their future into a single, instantaneous combustion. Their souls, destinies, and causal threads were forcibly folded, transforming into three twisted and blinding streams of flame that poured into each other, constructing a temporary "shared destiny remnant."
At this moment, the rules of the Zero-Free Light Cliff emitted a piercing cracking sound. Space was compressed into a narrow columnar passage, and time was stretched into a viscous dark current. The auras of the three people surged in the same instant, and then began to collapse rapidly in the next instant. They were exchanging "all of their future" for a sliver of life at this moment.
At that very moment, the sword spirit guardian moved. Before the third sword descended, there was no raising of the sword, no gathering of light; the entire Lightless Cliff suddenly fell into an extreme "low-brightness state," as if all light sources had been simultaneously extinguished, leaving only a faint outline of the sword spirit's location. Then, as if an invisible hand had torn the heavens and earth apart, a sword light indescribable in color fell vertically from the depths of the void. It wasn't a horizontal slash, but a piercing strike.
From top to bottom, the three mechanisms of analysis, adjudication, and deletion are superimposed into an Ultimate execution. Wherever the sword light passes, space collapses layer by layer, as if countless transparent curtains are being pierced one by one. Time loses its order at this moment, and the past and future shatter simultaneously. The shared remnants of the three Liu Yuan Practitioners tremble wildly in front of the sword light, and the flames of existence ignited by the sacrifice are peeled off, flattened, and crushed inch by inch.
A Does Not Exist "impact" exploded on the Knowing Layer with a deafening roar. When the sword light dissipated, only a staggering figure remained before the Lightless Cliff. Of the three, only one survived, but that life could no longer be called complete. Half of his body was almost transparent, his destiny structure was shattered, and his narrative layers were broken into countless unconnected fragments. And just at the very moment the third sword truly pierced through...
On the brink of life and death, he forcibly crushed a pill that emitted an eerie silver-gray luster— the Super Logical Narrative Reconstruction Pill. The moment the pill's power exploded, his existence was forcibly "rewritten," the shattered narrative was temporarily stitched together, and cause and effect were roughly rearranged. This is why he was judged as "not completely deleted" in the final judgment of the sword spirit, barely surviving.
The sword spirit guardian did not linger after the third strike. Its figure, along with the low-frequency analytical light field, faded away completely, as if it had never truly descended, vanishing without a trace. A brief and eerie silence returned Zero-Free Light Cliff. The surviving Liu Yuan Practitioners almost knelt on the ground, trembling as he swallowed another Logic Causality Repair Pill. The pill's power slowly circulated, barely stabilizing the structure of his existence that was about to completely collapse. He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the still faintly visible divine sword in front of him, a hint of almost morbid greed flashing in his eyes. "It's done... it's finally done..." He used his last bit of strength to stand up and walked step by step towards the sword.
Just as his hand was about to touch the sword hilt, a faint yet powerful sound, capable of piercing through countless worlds, rang out. With a crisp "plop," a slender finger pierced the brow of the Liu Yuan Practitioners. No blood splattered, only the hollow sensation of being pierced rapidly spreading. His body began to disintegrate at high speed from the moment the fingertip touched him. Flesh, blood, soul, destiny, and narrative layers were simultaneously torn apart, like a piece of text that had been directly deleted. He didn't even have time to struggle before he completely disappeared within a few breaths, as if he had never existed in this world.
The next instant, the space sank slightly, and three figures appeared from the void. A mysterious being at the Stainless Realm · Middle Stage from another world slowly approached, his aura restrained yet suppressing the rules of the entire Lightless Cliff. Beside him, two female demon spirits at the Chaos Realm · Supreme followed like shadows, their wings fluttering lightly, their gazes cold and hungry. The mysterious being glanced at the now Emptiness ground, his voice calm and indifferent—"What level are you, daring to lay a finger on the Void Authority World-Annihilating Divine Sword?" As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and easily grasped the faintly visible divine sword in his palm. The sword no longer struggled, its analytical aura completely concealed, as if it was destined to submit to him.