After the wind completely subsided, the canyon regained its surface stability, but the lingering chill from the profound Silent Profundity clung to the air, like an invisible frost covering the heavens and earth. Just as Qin Yu withdrew his Fate Soul senses, he suddenly heard intermittent cries for help. The sounds were repeatedly refracted by the canyon walls, becoming blurry and distorted, yet the despair and urgency within were still palpable. His heart skipped a beat, and he murmured to himself, "Is there someone else inside?" He then turned his head to his right shoulder; Azure Ring was sitting there, swinging her legs, the azure rings in her pupils slowly rotating. He took a step forward, his tone decisive, "Let's go, Azure Ring, let's go in and take a look." Azure Ring responded leisurely, "Yeah, let's see what fun things there are." Her voice was light, but there was no hint of letting her guard down.
Qin Yu plunged into the depths of the canyon. The space beneath Qin Yu feet was rapidly compressed and expanded, and he naturally avoided the remaining fluctuations of the Silent Profundity. Soon, the scene at the bottom of the canyon came into full view—more than a dozen Silent Mystery Realm Profound Liu Yuan Practitioners were scattered in the center of a collapsed valley. Their figures were either kneeling or floating, and their bodies were wrapped in dark gray binding patterns. These patterns were not arrays, but rather "restriction restrictions" that were directly engraved into their existence layer, forcibly suppressing even the fluctuations of their Fate Soul. Several of them wore the standard battle armor of the Asura Immortal Hall. The armor was tattered, but it still exuded a chilling Sha Qi. The others wore different clothes and had mixed auras, obviously from different forces in the Void Obliteration Domain. But at this moment, without exception, they were all pinned to the spot, and even struggling was a luxury. They could only barely let out low growls for help.
Qin Yu had just taken half a step forward when his divine sense suddenly sank, as if a massive shadow had enveloped him from behind. He stopped abruptly, his pupils contracting slightly. The next instant, the sky behind the canyon seemed to be ignited by blood, and countless dark red figures descended from the sky—a dense torrent of otherworldly creatures that obscured the originally narrow valley entrance. Their forms were somewhere between humanoid and beast-like, with outward-facing bones and muscles that had taken on a scorched, dark texture. Irregular fleshy wings grew from their backs, the wing membranes resembling tattered blood-stained silk, flapping incessantly under the fiery red light, emitting low, dense vibrations. Their eyes glowed with scarlet light, devoid of reason, yet precisely locked onto the group of imprisoned cultivators in the center of the canyon. On the ground, an equally astonishing number of otherworldly creatures crawled out from the cracks, on all fours, their claws trailing sparks. Wherever they passed, the rocks were scorched black, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with the stench of blood.
The cries for help from the dozen or so Silent Mystery Realm Liu Yuan Practitioners changed drastically at that moment; fear almost overflowed their Fate Soul. Qin Yu, however, stood motionless. His gaze calmly swept over the surging tide of otherworldly creatures in the sky and on the ground, clearly realizing—this was no ordinary ambush, but rather a pre-arranged "harvest." Azure Ring sat on his shoulder, gently swaying her ankle. The Cracked Bell emitted a soft "clang—" Her voice remained relaxed, yet held a hint of sharpness, "Little Qinzi, there are quite a few of these things, and... their behavior is rather interesting; it doesn't seem like they gathered naturally."
Within the canyon, a crimson shadow loomed closer, leaving the imprisoned cultivators with nowhere to retreat. Qin Yu's presence seemed to be the only variable in this harvest.
The confinement continued to shrink, the air in the canyon seemed to be repeatedly folded by an invisible hand. More than a dozen cultivators at the Silent Mystery Realm were suppressed in place, their bones groaning and their souls vibrating. Even their cries for help became intermittent. Qin Yu stood in the center of the wind, his gaze sweeping over the locked life trajectory lines. He had already made a judgment in his heart— Does Not Exist "way out" here. Once the tide of alien beings completely surrounded them, everyone would be disintegrated into meaningless nourishment on the spot.
He took a step forward, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword trembling slightly in his hand. Before the sword's edge was drawn, its aura had already torn through space. In the next instant, he directly activated [Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence · Six Severances Seal · Fate Cause Sealing Mirror · Logic Abyss Core]. A mirror-like causal structure appeared simultaneously on the four walls of the canyon. Tens of thousands of causal light chains rolled back and forth, precisely locking onto the starting point of the confinement imposed on everyone. Ice-blue abyss core star points condensed in mid-air. As Qin Yu raised his hand and pressed down, the mirror suddenly closed, and the confinement's "logic of establishment" was frozen on the spot. Then, like shattered glass, it shattered into countless fragments of invalid propositions. The moment the suppression disappeared, the canyon seemed to begin breathing again.
Before the cultivators could even regain their footing, the tide of otherworldly beings surged forth like a black torrent. Countless figures advanced simultaneously along the rock walls, the ground, and the air, their roars creating a low-frequency vibration. Qin Yu's gaze turned cold, and he slashed horizontally with his sword, directly activating [Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence - Six Severances Seal - Orbital Collapse Lock - Chain Annihilation]. Dark golden life-rail chains descended from the sky, instantly forming a massive Fate Ring covering the entire front of the canyon. The chains tightened rapidly in the air, each closure corresponding to the breakage of a structural element. The otherworldly beings at the forefront were directly pulled into the core of the Fate Ring, their bodies, souls, and movement trajectories collapsing simultaneously, transforming into a black annihilation storm sweeping across the canyon. Wherever the storm advanced, the tide of beings was flattened, yet even more figures continued to surge forward, stepping over the debris.
Just then, several cultivators from the Asura Immortal Hall let out a near-hoarse roar, burning their essence blood without hesitation. Their true forms were forcibly manifested behind them, blood-red patterns spreading along their meridians to their faces. Their aura suddenly surged, and after breaking free from the remaining suppression, they charged directly into the tide of living beings. Fist shadows, weapons, and projections of their true forms formed a violent light curtain within the narrow canyon. Every head-on collision exploded large chunks of flesh and energy debris. The Asura- style close combat caused the entire battlefield to completely spiral out of control. The screams of living beings and the roars of cultivators intertwined into an unstoppable echo of slaughter.
Qin Yu remained unmoved by the chaos. Standing a short distance away on higher ground, his gaze swept across the surging battle lines. Suddenly, he sensed something amiss—deep within the demonic tide further away, light was being devoured in a way that defied spatial intuition. It wasn't merely a simple accumulation of numbers; rather, something more "ancient" was slowly taking shape, its outline unstable, its form shifting between various structures, as if it didn't entirely belong to this dimension. The creatures in that area didn't participate in the charge, but instead quietly "stood," causing a subtle shift in the rules of the entire canyon, even slowing down the edges of the annihilation storm.
Qin Yu's gaze darkened slightly, and he slowly pressed down on the Silent Origin Stainless Sword in his palm. He had already determined that it was not an ordinary alien creature, but a higher-level "abnormal node." Once it truly intervened, the battle before him would no longer be just a contest of numbers, but a direct conflict at the level of rules.
Qin Yu finally withdrew his gaze completely from the chaotic frontal battlefield. His eyes pierced through the surging tide of demonic spirits and locked onto the area that was devouring the light. There, it was not darkness, but a more thorough "unresponsiveness." Flames dimmed as they approached, sounds were broken as they spread, and even the echoes of cause and effect seemed to be slowly smoothed out by some invisible entity.
The aberrant creature finally revealed itself completely—it had no fixed body proportions; its enormous face hovered in the depths of space, its outline woven from night and stardust. Its eyes burned with a dark golden light, but deep within its pupils were empty circular runes that slowly rotated. Each rotation caused subtle shifts in the surrounding rules, as if the entire canyon were merely a "correctable error" under its gaze. At its forehead, countless fine geometric symbols extended like nerves, spreading through the void and creating an eerie harmony with the battlefield itself.
Qin Yu did not hesitate. In the next instant, he raised his hand and unfolded [Master Book Seal Severance - Naming Reconstruction].
Deep within the void, an ancient scroll composed of starlight and order silently unfurled. The turning of its pages caused no wind, yet it created a violent "naming disorder" throughout the entire canyon. The previously stable description of the aberrant being's existence was forcibly dragged into the pages. Its "identity," "attribute," and "function" were simultaneously erased, dismantled, and rewritten line by line. Dark golden runes flashed wildly, attempting to repair the naming logic itself, only to find that all circuits had been forcibly taken over. The instant the pages closed, the rule layer surrounding the aberrant being visibly collapsed. It ceased its outward expansion and oppression, instead becoming nailed to its spot, like a piece of erroneous text forcibly marked "pending judgment."
However, just as the rules were being suppressed, another catastrophe erupted.
In the center of the battlefield, two cultivators from the Asura Immortal Hall, due to excessive burning of their essence blood, experienced an irreversible imbalance in their true forms. The illusory images of their true forms behind them began to expand wildly, and the blood-red patterns rebounded onto their bodies. The power originally used to tear apart enemies instead began to gnaw at themselves. There were no screams, no struggles; the two men's bodies began to disintegrate from the inside out. Their skin, bones, and souls were simultaneously torn into unrelated fragments, as if they had never been allowed to "exist as a whole." The next instant, the fragments vanished along with their true forms, leaving not even a trace. Only two suddenly collapsed empty spaces remained in the canyon, like blank punctuation marks Realm Master.
This scene shocked the other cultivators, causing their battle lines to waver briefly.
In this brief moment of respite, the aberrant being suppressed by [Master Book Seal Severance - Naming Reconstruction] slowly raised its "gaze," its dark golden pupils truly focusing on Qin Yu for the first time. The frequency of the seal's rotation began to change, as if it was trying to reinterpret and reposition this person who dared to directly intervene in its rule layer. Unstable double images began to appear in the surrounding space, as if the next step would be to try to break through the constraints of "being named" and directly intervene in a deeper structure of existence.
Qin Yu stood still, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword hanging at his side. The sword was silent, yet it had already subtly resonated with the core of the abnormal creature's rules.
Qin Yu didn't give it a second chance to fully calculate itself. He stepped forward, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword slightly raised in his hand. Before the blade was even drawn, the timeline of the entire canyon visibly shifted. Falling boulders in the distance paused, rewinded, and were erased in mid-air, as if the world itself was making way for the impending judgment. He uttered the name of the sword technique in a low voice, not using rules or causality, but directly pointing to the deepest narrative foundation of existence—
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword, Third Form: The Historyless Void Severance Sword. The moment the sword blade struck, the light did not spread, but collapsed inward, like a timeline forcibly emptied across the battlefield. The figure of the aberrant being was violently distorted by this sword. It was not struck, but simultaneously denied from "all historical versions that were ever allowed to exist." The dark golden runes flickered wildly, and the geometric ring on its forehead began to shatter. Overlapping images of the past, present, and future appeared on its body in turn and then instantly shattered, as if the entire world was simultaneously deleting all its possible chapters. An invisible curtain was torn open above the canyon, the layer of history was forcibly lifted, revealing the cold and blank background beneath. Even the otherworldly beings fighting in the middle of the battle paused briefly in confusion, as if they had lost their reason for "why they were here."
Just as the sword was about to completely sever the connection, the aberrant creature emitted a silent "tremor," not a roar, but a fracture reaction directly affecting the structural layers. It forcibly tore apart the named, suppressed state of history, its entire body collapsing inward and then instantly flipping outward. Its dark golden pupils went completely extinguished, replaced by a stillness devoid of light and shadow. It was a Ji Ran stillness that did not belong to any known dimension, mysterious and inexplicable. Time lost its measure at this moment, space was flattened into an unstretchable thin surface, cause and effect were no longer connected, and all Unborn possibilities were "simultaneously allowed and simultaneously denied" in the same instant. What this creature released was not an attack, but the unfolding of an existence at the level of the Silent Mystery Realm. The entire canyon seemed to have been thrown into an invisible hand of silence; sound disappeared, color faded, and light and shadow were compressed into a monotonous gray-white.
Disaster struck in the next instant. The dozen or so cultivators still locked in fierce combat didn't even have time to react. Their bodies weren't torn apart or exploded, but rather quietly disintegrated in that Silent Profundity. Their flesh, bones, souls, and very being simultaneously severed from their connection, as if they had been broken into fragments that refused to acknowledge each other's existence. The fragments didn't scatter, but instead merged directly into that No Moment, No Bounds, silent domain, as if they had never been allowed to complete the step of "existence." The remaining form of the Asura Immortal Hall froze in mid-air for a moment, then vanished silently like ashes scattered by the wind. The entire process was bloodless, yet more suffocating than any massacre. Only a few completely flattened empty spaces remained deep within the canyon, where even the concept of death didn't have time to take hold.
Qin Yu in the center of the silence, his robes slowly cascading down in the windless void. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword hummed softly, as if confronting this world that had been forcibly pulled into Entering Stillness. The outlines of the abnormal beings had begun to blur, as if they were collapsing or about to step into a more dangerous level. An extremely ominous premonition permeated the air—this was no longer an ordinary battle, but a head-on collision between two "qualities of existence." The next step, whichever one lost its balance first, would trigger a collapse on an even larger scale.