The Corruption Logic Framework of the Soul Forest

Before the Asura Hall disciple could finish speaking, Qin Yu spoke again, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to directly press down on the other party's soul.

"You said that seven of you surrounded Jin Hanyan, but she still managed to escape."

He lowered his gaze slightly. "Tell me more."

The disciple of the Asura Hall remained silent for a moment, as if exhaling the last bit of resentment and fear from his chest, and sighed softly. "Originally... the seven of us, relying on the magic weapon bestowed upon us by the elder, did indeed manage to severely injure her."

That attack dragged her directly to the edge of the 'Incomplete Purification' judgment; anyone else would have been annihilated, body and soul.

His voice grew hoarse, "But she... is still Jin Hanyan."

"In the most dangerous moment, she forcibly tore open a thread of unresolved logic and ultimately escaped into the 'Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest'."

He gave a bitter laugh, "That place, let alone the seven of us, even if the Temple Master himself came, he might not be able to walk out alive. Continuing to chase after them will only be a pointless suicide."

"So we didn't continue the pursuit, but decided to turn back. Later, we were attacked by the calamity-inducing beast, and then we bumped into you."

He looked up at Qin Yu, his eyes filled with a weary, almost pleading gaze, "I've told you everything you wanted, so—"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Yu raised his hand and pointed a finger.

There was no light, no sound, not even any extra energy fluctuations. That finger seemed to have just casually swept across the void, yet it precisely landed on the very core of the Asura Hall's "existence".

In the next instant, the other party's body, soul, karma, and memories collapsed simultaneously.

Like a line of annotation that has been completely deleted, the process of "death" didn't even have time to take place before the person was wiped clean.

In the final moment before he completely disappeared, his eyes stared intently at Qin Yu, his pupils churning with resentment, anger, and disbelief, as if he had a thousand words yet to be uttered, but the world had refused to listen.

The void returned to calm.

Qin Yu withdrew his finger and stood still, but a very clear thought flashed through his mind—

Jin Hanyan... If it weren't for your pursuit and interception, how could she have been forced into that forbidden area?

He turned and looked at Wan He, who was standing quietly to the side. The aura of the Void Returning-to-Ruin Divine Sword flowed softly beside her, as if sensing a being struggling in the depths of decay.

"Jin Hanyan and I have a past connection." Qin Yu's voice softened, but gained an undeniable firmness. "She suffered severe injuries, and now she's entered the 'Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest' alone."

He raised his hand and handed a token radiating chaotic patterns to Wan He. The token was small, but the moment it appeared, it caused a slight shift in order in the surrounding void—the identity mark of the only guest elder of the Chaos First Palace.

"Wan He."

"Take this and go directly to the Chaos First Palace. I'll tell you the exact location. Once you get there, go directly to Palace Master Yun Yanwan."

He spoke rapidly, yet clearly and logically, "Tell him that one of the nine calamity beasts— the Abyssal Wheel Beast Crown Abyssal Beast —has revealed itself and is lurking within the Black Sea of Void Obliteration Domain."

"Please make sure he joins forces with the elders of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall and the Lotus Immortal Hall to annihilate them as soon as possible. Also, tell him I'm going to the Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest to rescue Jin Hanyan."

Qin Yu's gaze sharpened. "I'm going to the 'Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest' alone."

Wan He took the token, her fingers tightening slightly. She didn't ask any questions or hesitate, but glanced at Qin Yu, a faint yet genuine worry reflected in her eyes.

"Okay." "Then you must be careful."

As soon as they finished speaking, they both turned around.

A figure fled towards the direction of the Chaos First Palace;

Another figure stepped into the southern part of the Void Obliteration Domain without hesitation, into that forbidden zone where even logic is corrupted and existence is interrogated.

The void slowly closed behind them, as if sensing that a truly unavoidable storm was unfolding simultaneously in two different directions.

The moment Qin Yu arrived at the outer edge of the "Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest," his pace involuntarily slowed down.

The world before us no longer resembles any "woodland".

A grayish-black mist hung low above the ground, like pus seeping from decaying time, slowly churning. Withered trees grew in a way that defied structural design—their trunks twisted, broken, and then healing themselves in mid-air, their branches and leaves resembling repeatedly chewed-up fragments.

A dark, corrosive sheen hung down. There was no wind, yet countless low echoes reverberated, as if some unseen force was repeatedly questioning the "qualifications" of those who entered.

Before Qin Yu had even stepped into the forest, the fluctuations of the Soul-Suppressing Core had already locked onto him.

It wasn't murderous intent.

Rather, it is an ancient, almost indifferent, judgment.

--Existence Interrogation.

It was a form of interrogation that didn't require language:

Do you "should" exist?

Does your existence warrant continued recognition from the world?

A corrupting aura seeped in from the void, attempting to invade his cause and effect, naming, and even the very foundation of his existence, dragging everything into the sequence of "decay can be erased." Qin Yu's eyes remained calm, and the [Three Forms of Fate Construction Cause and Effect Deconstruction] within his body flowed naturally.

These interrogations were dissected into logical fragments that had not yet been established, and then directly swallowed up by [Void Evolution Jiwu], turning them into blank spaces that had not yet occurred.

He didn't rush into going deeper; instead, he took it one step at a time, treading on the edge of corruption and interrogation, as he approached the Soul-Suppressing Core.

Meanwhile— the Chaos First Palace.

Before the magnificent temple gate, as grand as the primordial sky, Wan He's figure quietly appeared. She had concealed the aura of the Void Returning-to-Ruin Divine Sword to the Ultimate, yet it still caused a slight delay in the array patterns of the entire temple gate.

She raised her hand, revealing the token. "I want the Temple Master Yun Yanwan."

In an instant, the gatekeepers' expressions changed drastically. It wasn't the respect that came after their identities were confirmed, but a solemnity born of instinct. They didn't ask a single question, nor did they bother to verify any auras; they immediately bowed and led the way.

The main hall is now open.

The Chaos First Palace, Yun Yanwan, was already standing in the palace.

He was dressed in a dark robe, his aura as restrained as a bottomless abyss, and his Chaos Realm · Extremity kept the entire space in a stable state of "not yet formed". However, the Wan He stepped into the main hall, his soul consciousness experienced an extremely rare tremor.

It's not that it's suppressed; it's that... it can't be analyzed.

It was a zero-based feedback that transcended "existence" and "Non-Existence," causing his chaotic soul to instinctively choose to avoid it the instant it touched it.

Yun Yanwan's gaze fell on Wan He, and for the first time, she paused briefly.

Wan He didn't say much, but truthfully recounted Qin Yu's arrangements, the appearance of the Abyss Abyssal Beast Abyssal Wheel Beast Crown, one of the nine calamity beasts, and the key information about the anomalies in the Black Sea. Finally, she presented the token.

Yun Yanwan took it and confirmed it at a glance.

That's not a copy. That's not a loan.

Rather, it is a unique identifier that can only be held by that person and delivered in person.

He nodded slowly, his voice low and decisive. "Very well. Thank you for delivering the message, young lady."

"This matter is of utmost importance. I will immediately contact the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall and the Lotus Immortal Hall to mobilize troops and head to the Black Sea to wipe out the calamity-causing monsters."

Wan He bowed slightly, her expression calm. "Alright, then I'll go and assist you, young master."

As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished into the void, her figure disappearing completely, so much so that even the Chaos Palace Array couldn't detect her departure.

The main hall returned to silence.

Yun Yanwan stood rooted to the spot, his gaze lingering. A very clear thought arose in his mind, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak it aloud—

This woman... is definitely not simple. I can't even see through her cultivation level.

That wasn't about hiding; it went beyond the concept of "cultivation level" itself.

What stirred his heart even more was the faint aura emanating from her—a power powerful enough to make even chaos choose to return to zero.

Yun Yanwan murmured to himself, his tone carrying a complexity he himself was unaware of. "Qin Yu... that little guy is becoming more and more unpredictable."

"The women around me are all incredibly powerful, each one more terrifying than the last."

And at this moment.

Deep within the gray mist of the Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest, in the far south of the Void Obliteration Domain, the interrogation of the Soul-Suppressing Core is intensifying, and the logic of corruption is beginning to truly awaken.

As Qin Yu stepped into the Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest, the void behind him instantly closed, as if this forest had never allowed the concept of "retreat." The gray-black mist, like a sentient being, swirled up against his clothes, carrying decaying whispers that sounded like countless forgotten names gnawing at each other.

The trees are no longer trees—the trunks heal like broken spines, and layers of peeling runes appear on the bark. These runes are not written laws, but they rot, fall, and regenerate on their own, in an endless cycle. The ground is soft and sticky; every step feels like stepping on a corpse that has not yet died. Corruption is not the result, but the process itself.

The fluctuations of the Soul-Suppressing Core gradually became clearer deep within the forest. It wasn't oppressive power, but an ancient and cruel judgment. Here, strength wasn't the deciding factor; only "whether you deserve to be preserved" mattered. The air suddenly froze, and the flow of time was stretched into dark lines, coiling around Qin Yu, attempting to dismantle his existence into archiveable, corrosive, and recyclable fragments. The mist transformed into countless tiny black cracks, simultaneously invading from the levels of space, causality, and naming. Corruption wasn't destruction, but rather pulling everything back onto the track of "inevitable decay."

Qin Yu stopped and looked up at Lin Xin. At that moment, the Soul-Suppressing Core manifested—not as a physical object, but as an "empty judgment" wrapped in countless corrupt logics. The judgment had no words, but it constantly generated projections of "negation": negation of cultivation, negation of achievements, negation of resistance, and negation of the future. All those who entered would be forced to admit here that they would eventually rot.

Qin Yu did not confront it. The [Three Forms of Fate Construction: Cause and Effect Deconstruction] within his body quietly unfolded, like an invisible carving knife, dissecting the incoming corrupt causality one by one: which were "corruptions that have already occurred", which were "pre-planned corruptions", and which were merely "narrative illusions of corruption". The dissected causality collapsed in the air, but was immediately absorbed by the forest, turning into a thicker fog. The Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest was not afraid of being destroyed; it fed on "consuming" everything.

The next instant, [Void Evolution Jiwu] flowed from the depths of Qin Yu's sea of consciousness. It was not a counterattack, but an evasion. His existence was pushed into an extremely brief "unrecorded state," and the corrupt logic missed its target, like a giant mouth opening but biting a shadow. The rotting flesh on the ground surged, but could not lock his coordinates; the dark lines in the air intersected, but slid past him, unable to entangle him.

The interrogation by the Soul-Suppressing Core suddenly escalated. All the shadows of the trees in the forest tilted simultaneously, their branches and leaves pointing at Qin Yu like thousands of withered fingers. The truth of the corruption was completely revealed at this moment—the "corruption" here was not the erosion of evil spirits, but rather the world's self-preservation mechanism. Any existence that is too strong, too long-lasting, or too far removed from the original equilibrium will be pulled into this place and forced to become "decaying." This forest is precisely the judgment device born deep within the Void Obliteration Domain to suppress anomalies.

Qin Yu exhaled softly, his gaze becoming increasingly clear. He no longer considered himself a "cultivator," but rather examined this mechanism from the perspective of an "observer." He minimized his own aura, refusing to contend with corruption for "sovereignty," and instead proactively relinquished a portion of his outward presence, folding it into the blank layer of [Void Evolution Jiwu]. At the same time, [Three Forms of Fate Construction of Cause and Effect Deconstruction] precisely severed the Soul-Suppressing Core and him—not as protection, but as a delay. He understood that he couldn't resist this situation head-on; he could only go with the flow.

The woodland echoed with a low, resonant sound, as if some ancient consciousness was reassessing itself. The fog of decay receded slightly, and the branches and leaves slowly lowered their pointing tips. Qin Yu continued forward, each step treading on the boundary between corruption and emptiness, neither being swallowed up nor conquering. He used himself as a wedge, inserting himself into the cracks of this system of judgment, buying a sliver of time for those who truly needed to be taken away, before they were corrupted.

The light and shadow of the Soul-Suppressing Core paused slightly. Corruption, for the first time, did not immediately provide an answer.