Azure Ring stood on Qin Yu's right shoulder, gazing at the slowly closing spatial remnant. A smirk played on her lips, but her tone held less of a joke and more of a genuine sense of urgency, "Let's go, Little Qinzi. You just took away this sacred treasure of the formation, causing too much of a commotion. This isn't just ordinary causal fluctuation; it's a logical rearrangement at the core of the formation. Now, all the 'awake' powerhouses in the entire Void Obliteration Domain have probably already noticed it. If we don't leave now, we'll really get ganged up on."
Qin Yu didn't hesitate. He glanced down at the miniature Tower of the Cultivation God in his palm, which had completely suppressed its aura yet still resonated with deep-seated rules, then looked at Wan He beside him. She stood there, seemingly not entirely anchored to the same level of reality; her figure shifted slightly between light and shadow, and the aura of the Void Ruins of Return undulated around her like a silent tide. Qin Yu nodded, his tone calm and decisive. "Yes, let's go."
In the next instant, cause and effect were deliberately folded. Using his own logic as an anchor, Qin Yu quietly unfolded the Void Evolution Jiwu, and space was no longer "torn apart," but allowed to temporarily become invalid. Wan He raised her hand, and the Void Returning to Nothingness Divine Void Returning-to-Ruin Divine Sword did not appear, but had already erased all possible traces along the escape path; the cyan chain on Azure Ring's ankle trembled slightly, emitting a very soft "clang--", and before the sound could spread, the three of them had already been completely removed from this area. Only layers of unresolved rule afterimages remained, slowly swirling in the Emptiness space.
And just moments after they left—
The sky Void Obliteration Domain suddenly lit up.
It wasn't light, but the manifestation of hierarchy. The space in all directions seemed to be forcibly torn open by an invisible force, with cracks simultaneously opening in the sky, in the earth's veins, and at the intersection of cause and effect. The rumbling sound of the void being shattered rose and fell, as if the doors of countless worlds were being pushed open at the same time. Before the auras of the first batch of descendants had fully stabilized, the second and third batches followed one after another, layer upon layer, directly pushing the spatial capacity of this area to its Limit.
From the direction of the Asura Divine Hall, a rift interwoven with crimson and obsidian tore open the sky, and a middle-aged man stepped out. Asura karmic patterns around his body moved like living things. His gaze was cold and hard as a blade. Just by standing there, he made the surrounding causal lines instinctively retreat. -- Ping Koucen, the Third Elder of the Asura Divine Hall, the Supreme Realm of the Silent Mystery Realm Supreme Realm.
Almost simultaneously, the light and flames of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall poured down from the void on the other side, intertwining with blazing white and Supreme gold. An old man wearing a robe of radiant light appeared from the light, his aura restrained yet unfathomable. Time seemed to slow down erratically beside him— Xiao Jinyu, Elder of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall, Silent Mystery Realm.
The direction of the Chaos First Palace was the most domineering. The space did not crack, but was forcibly crushed. A pillar of chaotic energy pierced down, and in the pillar, a burly old man stood with his hands behind his back. The power of chaos surged like a tide under his feet, and the rules spontaneously retreated where he stood. -- Elder of the Chaos First Palace, Liu Xu, Chaos Realm, Initial Stage.
The arrival of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall was almost silent. A barely perceptible sword mark appeared in the void, and was then shattered by a white-robed sword cultivator. He seemed to have been standing there all along, yet his sword intent had already quietly covered the entire area— the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall Elder, Jian Wuhen, the Silent Mystery Realm Supreme.
Finally, an extremely cold and desolate aura rose from the depths of the earth's veins, and black causal mist surged. A man with a cold face and eyes as deep as the abyss slowly appeared. His presence was so low that he was almost ignored by the world, yet all the rules instinctively kept their distance from him—Elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, Li Cangming, Silent Mystery Realm Supreme.
Following them, more figures materialized. Powerful figures from various factions, Liu Yuan Practitioners of the Void Obliteration Domain, reclusive old monsters... a total of over a thousand auras converged here simultaneously. The weakest among them were all at the Void Emanation Realm - Supreme. The strongest had reached the Stainless Realm · Supreme. The sky was filled, the earth groaned under the weight, and space itself trembled under the combined pressure of these high-level beings.
Almost simultaneously, everyone looked down at the now Emptiness area. Only the lingering aftershocks of the formation remained, along with the echo of a core logic that had lost its "master."
The wind whistled by, but no one spoke.
The void returned to a superficial calm, yet it was more deathly silent than after any storm.
Almost simultaneously, all the powerful figures who had descended upon this place were stunned.
Here, should stand that ancient colossal structure that spans billions of years— the Ancient Logic God-Cultivation Tower.
It was a being whose "weight of logic" would weigh one down even without looking at it. It was once like a pillar of order driven into the origin of the Void Obliteration Domain, its shadow spanning eras, its layers like forbidden imprints. For billions of years, countless cultivators have stopped, perished, gone mad, or ascended here. Some fell on the first floor, while others climbed all the way to the thirteenth floor, only to be ultimately rejected.
It's not a legend. It's a reality that everyone accepts as "eternally existing."
But now—there's nothing left.
There was no tower shadow, no tower base, no echoing rules, and even the causal trace of "a tower once existed here" was completely erased. The space was so smooth it was unsettling, as if the world had never borne anything great here.
After a brief silence came an overwhelming sense of shock.
Thousands of powerful figures stood suspended in the void, yet none dared to take a step forward. For they knew better than anyone that this was not a case of "the tower being destroyed," but rather—the tower being taken away.
It was removed along with its definition, existence, and affiliation. What that means, no one dares to think about deeply.
The existence capable of this is no longer something they "pursue," "contest," or "explore," but a forbidden zone where even the slightest thought could lead to a backlash. The consensus of the Void Obliteration Domain was silently rewritten at this moment— the Ancient Logic God-Cultivation Tower no longer belongs to any Knowing Layer.
The elders of the five temples exchanged glances. In that instant of eye contact, without a word, they had reached a consensus.
A cold snort rang out almost simultaneously.
The karmic patterns of the Asura Divine Hall receded, the flames of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall receded, the sword marks of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall healed themselves, the chaotic pillars of the Chaos First Palace collapsed back into the void, and the cold mist of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall silently dissipated. Without a single question or command, they turned and left, as if they had never been there.
The powerful figures from the other factions felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing this. Even the five great temples had chosen to remain silent; this matter was beyond their ability to intervene.
One by one, the figures dispersed, and the void became vast and empty again, with only the lingering aura of a high-ranking figure echoing in the distance, like an aftershock of a history that dared not be recorded.
Just as the last group of people were about to leave, a veiled figure suddenly stopped in the depths of the crowd.
Her gaze fell on the Emptiness area, and her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment.
That wasn't shock at the "disappearance of the tower".
Rather, it was a kind of... throbbing sensation from touching upon old karmic connections. "This aura..."
Her thoughts surged in an instant, but she forcibly suppressed them. The aura was too faint, yet too familiar, so familiar that it shouldn't be here. A name that she had almost sealed deep within her Fate Soul nearly slipped out.
"Impossible..."
She dared not continue the deduction, nor dared to trace that cause-and-effect line back to where it led. The consequences were something even she could not bear.
With a slight movement of her veil, she turned and vanished into the void, her figure silently disappearing into the gaps in the rules.
And she is none other than Jin Hanyan, the direct disciple of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall.
The winds of the Void Obliteration Domain rise once more. But this night is destined to be remembered by all those who stand at the pinnacle.
The Ancient Logic God-Cultivation Tower has vanished. And a new "Tower Master" is already quietly moving forward in a place where no one dares to pursue him.
In another part of the Void Obliteration Domain, in a deep void far removed from the main vein, the boundary between light and darkness seems to have been artificially stretched, and the rules here appear sluggish and dim.
Jin Hanyan's figure slowly came to a stop in the void. She stood on a void rift that resembled the remnants of a shattered world. Her robes swayed slightly in the windless realm, as if gently brushed by some higher-level causal residual current.
She raised her head, her gaze calm, yet unable to conceal the turmoil within her. "Impossible..."
The whisper was almost inaudible, yet it carried a hesitation that she herself was unaware of.
"Is it really him? He's only at the Annihilation Dawn Realm · Supreme... how could he possibly move the Ancient Logic God-Cultivation Tower?"
But his thoughts were quickly pulled back by another, more sober and cruel judgment.
The logical gaps, narrative retraces, and hollow echoes left after the core of the formation were extracted from that area—she was all too familiar with those traces. They were the presences she had repeatedly compared and denied in the depths of her Fate Soul, yet she could never completely erase them.
"But if it weren't for him..."
Her fingertips tightened involuntarily for a moment. "And how do you explain those marks?"
Just as her thoughts were turning, the void suddenly sank without warning.
It was neither a spatial collapse nor a manifestation of rules, but rather a killing intent that was extremely concealed and almost integrated into the background causal flow suddenly formed. The next instant, a divine power with distorted chaotic patterns burst forth from the void rift behind her, so fast that even the "premonition" was erased in advance, leaving only the pure result—slaying.
Jin Hanyan's pupils suddenly contracted.
She didn't even turn around; her figure left a forcibly severed afterimage as she moved dozens of feet to the side. The divine power grazed past where she had stood, Emptiness, the traces of the collapse being quickly smoothed over as if it had never happened.
She steadied herself, her aura icy and sharp, and finally slowly turned around.
"Could it be a monstrous beast that can't stand the light of day?" Her voice was flat, yet carried a chilling intensity capable of freezing cause and effect. "It has even learned such despicable acts as sneak attacks?"
A soft chuckle echoed in the void.
"As expected of the direct disciple of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall."
As these words fell, the previously Emptiness space seemed to be slowly unveiled by a curtain. Seven figures emerged from different logical levels, each appearing in a different way, yet all carrying with them the oppressive aura of the Chaos Realm · Extremity.
The chaotic energy intertwined and overlapped, instantly sealing off all escape routes in this void.
Three of them were directly disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall, their bodies wreathed in Asura runes interwoven with blood and karmic fire, their auras sharp and violent.
The other four stood in a subtle formation, their robes simple and their auras restrained, yet like the undercurrents of the deep sea; they were none other than the four elders of the Clear Origin Heavenly Palace.
Jin Hanyan glanced at them, a cold smile curving her lips.
"As expected." "I knew it. Only people from your Asura Immortal Hall would do such a despicable thing."
One of the direct disciples of the Asura lineage stepped forward, and karmic fire silently ignited beneath his feet, his voice chilling.
Jin Hanyan.
"Deep Root Lower Layers, you used despicable means to assassinate my senior brother, Chen Jieli, causing his Annihilation in the Realm of No Return."
How dare you call us shameless?
The void fell silent for a moment, as if even the chaotic energy was waiting for her response.
After listening, Jin Hanyan suddenly smiled.
That wasn't an angry laugh, nor was it a mocking laugh; it was a cold laugh born of utter impatience.
"What a joke."
Her gaze swept over the seven people one by one, as if she were looking at seven corpses whose fates had already been written.
"I ambushed him?"
"If he hadn't tried to pry into causes and effects that he shouldn't have touched, how could he have been unable to even confirm 'who Annihilation him'?"
She slowly raised her hand, and the aura of Annihilation silently gathered at her fingertips, causing subtle but irreversible disintegration patterns to appear in the void.
"No need for further words."
Her voice suddenly turned cold, like the last breath of silence before a severing blade falls.
"You bunch of scoundrels, attack together!" "Today, I will show you—" "What is true Annihilation?"