The void sank completely in that instant.
The direct disciple of the Asura Immortal Hall stepped forward, his feet entangled in karmic fire and chaotic energy, forming a ferocious silhouette. His voice, like an echo reverberating through countless collapsing worlds, crashed down upon all directions. "Attack! Avenge our senior brother!"
Before the words were finished, seven auras at the Chaos Realm · Extremity erupted simultaneously. It was not a simple superposition of pressure, but the awakening of seven "unnamed states of existence" at the same moment. Heaven and earth seemed to have regressed to a state before the separation of Yin and Yang, and time and space seemed to have been crushed into a dark, chaotic mist. Even the concepts of "before and after" and "up and down" became ambiguous at this moment.
The first disciple of the Asura Sect raised his hand, and a dark rift appeared in his palm. A "Nameless Core" compressed from primordial chaos slowly rotated. It was not energy, but an unformed world embryo. He pushed it out with his palm, and the Nameless Core dragged the collapsing void. Wherever it passed, existence was flattened into indistinguishable gray lines.
The second Asura disciple spread his arms, and a broken chaotic wheel appeared behind him. As the wheel rotated, billions of unborn fragments of laws poured down like a torrential rain, forming an "Domain of the Undetermined." Any being that stepped into it would be forcibly pulled back to a state of "not yet allowed to exist."
The third Asura disciple chanted incomprehensible syllables in a low voice. As soon as the voice came out, the void itself began to tremble. It was a primal questioning of "why does the world exist?" The questioning transformed into an invisible pressure, attempting to dismantle the legitimacy of the opponent's existence at its root.
At the same time, the four elders of the Clear Origin Heavenly Palace simultaneously formed hand seals.
One person triggered the "Primordial Returning Tide," causing the void to surge back like a sea. All the scattered energy, concepts, and even the possibility of failure were forcibly collected, recombined, and pressed down on Jin Hanyan once more.
One person unfolds the "Formless Heavenly Curtain." When the curtain falls, it does not block out light, but rather "definition." Any attack will lose its meaning of "attack" before it even touches the curtain.
The third person summoned a grayish-white primordial ring. The ring spun, releasing a vibration of "undifferentiated existence," causing all states of being to begin to contaminate and collapse one another.
The last person clasped his hands together, and a blurry, chaotic palace appeared behind him. From that palace came the rejection and denial of the existing world by an order yet to be born.
The seven supernatural powers converged, overlapped, shifted, and resonated at the same instant.
That wasn't a siege, but a primordial cleansing that attempted to make the target "never have existed."
However, Jin Hanyan stood still and did not retreat.
Her aura fully unfolded at this moment— the Stainless Realm, the Supreme.
Dustless, Beginningless, Endless.
When the sevenfold chaotic divine power approached within three zhang of her, everyone could clearly see that her figure seemed to be shrouded in an invisible "pure light." It was not a shield, nor a defense, but an extremely pure state— Stainless.
She raised her hand.
No hand seals, no incantations. Just a gentle flick of the fingertips.
With that single flick, the Chaos's First Birth chaos suddenly went out of control. The moment the Nameless Core approached her, the unformed world embryo within it suddenly "abandoned its existence," as if realizing its own roughness and impurity, and directly disintegrated into the most primordial nothingness and dust.
The Domain of the Undetermined swept over, but when it touched the light surrounding her, it was forcibly "purified" into a blank space—not destroyed, but washed away of all obsessions and forms, leaving only a deathly silence that could no longer stir up any waves.
The syllables questioning the source of torture had barely begun when they fell silent the instant her gaze landed. Not suppressed, but denied—for in the Realm of Stainless, "torture" itself had lost its meaning.
The divine powers of the four elders of the Clear Origin Heavenly Palace pressed down one after another, but it was like waves crashing into the boundless, clear, deep sky.
The Primordial Returning Tide diverted before her, not recycling energy, but rather the impurities she had "reflected" upon.
The Formless Heavenly Curtain had not yet fully descended when it faded away with each step she took, for before her, the very concept of "concealment" seemed superfluous.
The primordial ring trembled violently, runes crumbled one by one, and the contamination was stripped away in reverse, leaving only empty shells;
The chaotic palace's doors slammed shut the moment she raised her eyes, as if afraid of having its impure foundation exposed.
Jin Hanyan finally took a step forward.
At that moment, the Light of Stainlessness surrounding her suddenly spread out, like a clear sun rising in the chaotic sea of mist. Wherever the light reached, there was no explosion, no tearing, only a kind of almost cruel "clarification"—all overly heavy states of existence were forced back.
The seven Chaos Realm · Extremity experts simultaneously groaned, their figures forcibly blasted back dozens of feet. The void behind them collapsed layer by layer, but quickly repaired itself, leaving behind a large area of primordial tremors that had not yet subsided.
They steadied themselves, and for the first time, their expressions became truly solemn.
Jin Hanyan remained standing in the same spot, her robes undamaged, her aura icy, her gaze like a pure light reflecting nothingness.
At this moment, two of the seven said, "This little girl is indeed powerful; all seven of us were actually forced back by her." The direct disciple of Asura angrily retorted, "What are you afraid of?"
"Don't be afraid! Can't the seven of us Annihilation a Stainless Realm like her? Don't hold back, use your strongest abilities to Annihilation her together!" "Attack!"
At the command of the Asura disciple, six Chaos Realm · Extremity simultaneously pressed forward. The void seemed to be torn apart and then kneaded together by seven invisible hands. Heaven and earth returned to the gray mist of "undefined". Light and darkness lost their boundaries, direction and distance began to drift, and even the action of "making a move" seemed to be slowed down by chaos, becoming an unfinished intention.
The first elder of the Clear Origin Heavenly Palace raised his palm, and the palm lines cracked in concentric circles of primordial tide, like a gray sea overflowing. The waves were not water, but undifferentiated primordial energy, carrying countless unnamed embryonic laws that crashed towards Jin Hanyan. The second elder pointed a finger in the air, forming an "Unformed Heavenly Curtain." When the canopy fell, it did not block out the light, but rather obscured the "definition," making you unable to even remember what technique you were using. The third elder exhaled in a ring, which resembled a huge gray-white birthmark, slowly rotating and crushing the surrounding time, cause and effect, and direction into incoherent fragments. The fourth elder clasped his hands together, and a blurry celestial palace rose behind him. A muffled echo came from the palace, like a slumber before the creation of heaven and earth proclaiming: things created after the beginning are not worthy of existence.
The three direct disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall were even more ruthless. Their chaotic divine powers carried the scent of karma and killing, yet they too were cloaked in the guise of "unjudgment." The first drew a blood-red bone blade, its surface entwined with black and red patterns. The moment it swung down, space was sliced into countless unformed fragments, each one negating itself. The second stood on a broken wheel, and with a spin, all the surrounding concepts of "friend and foe" were twisted into a jumble, the killing intent scattering but finding no target. The third opened his mouth and uttered an unrecognizable syllable, a gasp squeezed from the throat of chaos, which, upon landing in the void, transformed into "torture"—torturing why you were allowed to exist.
Seven ultimate Ultimate divine powers overlapped in the same instant, forming a gray tide that swallowed the heavens and the earth. There were no explosions or dazzling lights in the tide, only a more terrifying "regression": all things were forced to retreat to a state that had not yet differentiated, not yet named, and not yet established. It was as if once they were swept in, they would become a blank sentence that had never been written from the root.
Jin Hanyan stood before the gray tide, her white robes unadorned, her bare feet treading on the void. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down as if colorless, each strand motionless, like heavy mercury silently sliding down at the dawn of chaos. Her pupils were icy blue, almost transparent, with a tiny, extremely black dot at the center like a crack in chaos. The seven people who met her gaze for only a moment all had the illusion that she was seeing them "before they even existed."
She showed no anger or murderous intent; she simply raised her index finger, the tip slightly lifted, as if to brush away a speck of dust.
[Chaos Undivided, Heaven and Earth Judged] unfolded silently in her mind. It was not the roar of domain expansion, but an extremely quiet unfolding—she directly took over the "undiscerned" state of the gray tide, Yin and Yang lost their boundaries even more completely, the five elements scattered into the fog like fragments with their labels wiped off, time and space no longer moved forward or backward, only a fetal-like feeling of floating and sinking remained, the "I am casting the spell" and "the spell is taking shape" that the seven supernatural powers relied on were stripped away and became weak, as if they had suddenly forgotten what they were holding in their hands.
The tidal wave from the Clear Origin Heavenly Palace surged three zhang in front of her, then suddenly collapsed. It wasn't shattered, but rather the wave itself lost its name and form, transforming into a lukewarm gray mist that brushed past her side, as if instinctively avoiding that patch of tranquility. The Unformed Heavenly Curtain attempted to cover her "definition," but as soon as it touched the ground, it was swallowed back by the undefined elements within her domain, the concealment becoming an embryonic form, its fall incomplete. The gray-white imprint rolled in, twisting and shattering the orientation, but within her domain, "orientation" failed first. The imprint, instead, resembled a ring without a grip, spinning silently and suffocatingly.
The three direct disciples of Asura approached with even greater ferocity. A blood-red bone blade sliced through spatial rifts, but the rifts, upon touching her, were instantly twisted back by [Silent Void - Dao Reversed the Heavens]'s gentle "Return to the Return to the Unjudged." Those rifts were no longer rifts, but "the possibility yet to be broken." The backlash surged back along the bone blade, directly striking the disciple's arm meridians. The black and red patterns on the bone blade seemed to have been washed white by the inverted chaos, and the wielder groaned.
Grayish-white blood instantly seeped from her shoulder; the broken wheel twisted the concept of friend and foe, Jin Hanyan's gaze fell upon it. [Unjudged - Yin-Yang Reversal] landed on the broken wheel's "life force" like a silent misalignment. The wheel's shadow suddenly underwent a brief Yin-Yang reversal—its rotation turned into a reversal, its killing intent reversed, and the broken wheel's trajectory staggered in the air, pulling the direct descendant backward. The interrogation syllables were even more insidious; they wanted to make her question "why she exists" unsolvable from the root. But as the syllables approached, Jin Hanyan's figure faded.
[Formless and Void, the Annihilation Other Shore] transformed her into a wisp of Silent Void its mark, landing in the void. The interrogation itself seemed as if it had never been uttered—the caster hesitated for a moment as if unsure whether she had spoken at all.
The seven men were even more enraged and forcibly stacked their Chaos Divine Powers again, attempting to crush her tranquility with their numbers and ranks. However, Jin Hanyan finally raised her other hand, and the extremely thin silver chain on her wrist swayed gently. The bronze box hanging at the end of the chain traced a silent arc through the void.
The [Nameless Box] was not truly opened; it merely "sounded" once—not with a sound, but with a tremor that made the world instinctively hold its breath. Within that tremor, the most crucial element of the Seven Supernatural Powers—"Name"—began to loosen: the Rebounding Tide no longer knew it was rebounding, the Sky Curtain no longer knew it was concealing, the Wound Mark no longer knew it was crushing, the Blood Blade no longer knew it was cutting, the Broken Wheel no longer knew it was spinning, and the Torture no longer knew it was torturing.
Jin Hanyan tapped her index finger lightly, the movement so subtle it was as if she had pulled out the most stubborn nail in the world.
The moment [Return to Silence - Nameless Finger] landed, there was no towering pillar of light in sight, only a faint, pale glow spreading like moonlight on snow. Wherever the glow passed, the "names" of the seven chaotic divine powers were instantly swept away. The powers remained, but like shadows without a skeleton, they immediately loosened, collapsed, and crumbled into gray mist and fragments, slapping back at the seven people. The seven people were all blasted back dozens of feet, and concentric ripples exploded in the void beneath their feet. The ripples rolled out in circles, as if shaking the spine of the entire night sky.
They barely managed to stay calm, their expressions changing drastically for the first time—not because they feared she couldn't kill them, but because they feared that if they pushed her any further, even their questions of "who I am and what I'm fighting for" would be easily erased by that single finger.
Jin Hanyan remained expressionless, her white robes still spotless. She merely raised her eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping over the seven people like a clear, cold light. "Heaven and Earth Undetermined, what is there to 'you' and 'me'?"