Holding the Line in the Wasteland, Ten Thousand Paths Suppress Calamity
Inside the mysterious inner hall of the Chaos First Palace, before the azure light had completely dissipated, ripples had already begun to appear in the space outside the hall. Yun Yanwan stepped out from the void, and the chaotic energy within the hall automatically parted to make way for him. He stood by the hall door, not speaking immediately, but simply watching Qin Yu sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall.
At this moment, Qin Yu's aura had stabilized, his logical threads had closed again, Fate-Cause had returned to its proper place. Only the edges of his robes still bore traces of lingering disorder, a testament to the near-annihilation battle that had taken place not long ago. Yun Yanwan's eyes revealed two unusual emotions simultaneously: one was an uncontrollable shock and excitement— Qin Yu had truly succeeded, forcefully blocking the crucial path to repairing the past before the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor realized his true identity; the other was a deep worry. He knew better than anyone that in a confrontation of that level, even a single successful interference would come at a heavy price.
Half an incense stick's time slowly passed in the inner hall. The Azure Ring light completely faded, and Qin Yu opened his eyes. The lingering darkness in his pupils quickly returned to calm, and his presence became solid and sharp once more. Yun Yanwan stepped forward almost immediately, her tone unusually urgent, "Qin Yu, you've worked hard... You really did it." Qin Yu stood up.
Her expression was calm but slightly weary. "I'm fine, I can hold on for now. What's the situation outside?" Yun Yanwan took a deep breath and quickly replied, "Currently, no demonic beasts have attacked the area under my jurisdiction. All disciples below the Void Emanation Realm are under strict protection, and the aftershocks of the exposed spy network haven't spread here yet." Qin Yu nodded, his eyes darkening slightly. "That's good. Let's go, let's go out and take a look. Some things, I'm afraid, can no longer be suppressed."
At the Void Obliteration Domain Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, a battlefield seemingly forgotten and repeatedly crushed by the world. The sky has long lost its complete form, hanging high like a mirror torn apart by immense force. Countless fragments of stars burn and fall in the shattered sky, trailing long tails of light that illuminate the earth with flickering light. The earth itself is constantly collapsing and reforming amidst the tremors. What spews from the cracks is not magma, but uncontrolled turbulent currents of rules, directly smoothing out space wherever they pass, leaving behind blank, dead zones.
In the center of the battlefield, countless cultivators darted between light and darkness. Void Emanation Realm cultivators stood in mid-air, unleashing torrents of causal energy with a wave of their hands. Silent Mystery Realm experts unleashed their domains, forcibly suppressing hordes of demonic beasts into a logical collapse zone. Chaos Realm beings acted like moving calamity cores, each strike causing violent spatial tremors. Blade light, sword shadows, spells, and soul domains intertwined to form a killing net covering the heavens and earth, the explosive roars layered upon each other, as if the entire Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt was wailing.
Amidst this chaos, the most chilling sights were the seven exceptionally conspicuous figures. These were the seven calamity-bringing demonic beasts Deep Root Lower Layers. Each occupied a corner of the battlefield, yet they formed an invisible synergy. The Radiant Void Slashing Jing across the sky, its radiant light transforming into a giant blade that shattered star souls. With each sweep, the soul cores of cultivators were forcibly severed, and soul fragments exploded in the air like rain of light. The Mirror-Breaking Flame Ferocious Spider hovered in mid-air, its web of fiery threads spreading out, covering an area of dozens of miles. Once a cultivator's spell touched it, it was immediately deflected and exploded, and swathes of figures were swallowed up by its own power in astonishment. The battle cry of the Eternal Devouring War Crow echoed high in the sky, its sound itself transforming into a weapon that tore apart sequences. The coordinated battle formation instantly collapsed under the sound of the cry, colliding with each other in a scene of utter carnage.
Deeper still, the Recognition Annihilation Nether Qilin slowly walked along the edge of the battlefield, its thousand eyes hanging over the abyss. With each blink, the thoughts of countless cultivators were extinguished, their spells collapsing into nothingness before they could even take shape. The mournful cry of the Still Cosmos Tribulation Dragon pierced the heavens and earth, the Nine Luminaries Wheel Wings slapped the void, and the Principle Extinguishing Soul Chant transformed into an invisible wave. Wherever it passed, the rationality of existence was directly erased, and large areas instantly turned into inaccessible dead zones.
The Annihilation Lord Azure Ni strode through the air, its ring-shaped obsidian body triggering a massive annihilation explosion across countless realms. Before cultivators' attacks could even take shape, their very foundation was ignited, returning them to primordial nothingness. The Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon's dragon eyes flickered with light and shadow, rewriting the future trajectory of the battle in advance. Powerful cultivators, before they could even make a move, were forced back step by step by their predetermined defeat. The Fate-Severing Divine Qilin's four hooves stomped down, its life chains vibrating. In that instant, countless cultivators lost their qualification to be "recognized by the world," their figures rapidly blurring, as if erased from the battlefield.
The entire Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt seemed to have transformed into a furnace that devoured life and hope, with light and destruction intertwining to create an apocalyptic scene.
The sky at the forefront of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt was being torn apart by layers of crimson-gold cracks. The defensive array of the Chaos First Palace groaned in the gale, its array patterns like a bowstring stretched to its Limit, on the verge of snapping at any moment. Qin Yu and Yun Yanwan stood side by side, the earth beneath their feet churning and churning. The shattered rock layers were lifted up by Demon Qi, only to fall heavily back down under the suppression of the rules, with a thunderous roar.
Just then, a disciple of the Silent Mystery Realm arrived, landing and immediately kneeling on one knee. Before his breathing had even stabilized, he urgently reported, "A large-scale battle has broken out on the northwest side of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt. It has been confirmed that calamity-level demonic beasts have appeared, and it's not just a sporadic infiltration, but a full seven calamity-level beings have mobilized simultaneously. Their Demon Qi is as vast as the sea, and each calamity-level demonic beast is dragging behind a massive, dark army of demonic spirits, numbering in the tens of thousands. They are currently clashing head-on with various temples, sects, and cultivators from the Liu Yuan. The battle line has been forcibly stretched to the brink of collapse." Qin Yu's gaze sharpened, his tone low and calm, as he asked if the number was confirmed. The disciple nodded without hesitation; all seven had been mobilized, without exception.
Yun Yanwan slowly waved his hand, signaling his disciples to retreat, leaving only two people on the front line once again. The desolate wind whipped the hem of his robes, yet he seemed to have anticipated this scene. His gaze swept across the chaotic sky, as if he could already see the battlefield of blood and fire deep within the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt. He turned to Qin Yu, his tone no longer questioning, but a resolute entrustment of a heavy responsibility. "Whether it's the temple, the sect, or the Liu Yuan Practitioners exist outside the order, this battle is no longer about a struggle of positions, but about whether the entire Void Obliteration Domain can maintain its basic stability. If the seven Calamity Beasts are allowed to unleash their full power, the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt will become the starting point of a chain reaction of collapse." He hoped that Qin Yu would lead the team, accompanied by two Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme, along with a thousand disciples of the Silent Mystery Realm · Middle Stage, to provide support and directly attack the most dangerous weak point on the front line.
Qin Yu didn't hesitate for a moment, simply nodding slightly, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable power, "Now there's only one primary objective, which is to exterminate the calamity-causing demonic beasts as soon as possible. The longer we delay, the more variables there will be." Yun Yanwan then turned around, her voice echoing above the battlefield, "Qian Mulingfeng, you two will follow Elder Qin and lead a thousand mid-level disciples of the Silent Profound Realm to the Rift Radiance Wasteland to provide support and clear out the demonic beasts." Those were two elders of the Silent Profound Realm's pinnacle from the Chaos Palace. With a movement of their auras, the heavens and earth tightened accordingly. Two figures stepped out from behind the formation, one gray and one blue, two completely different Silent Profound auras running parallel in the void, but naturally subdued themselves the moment they approached Qin Yu, and accepted the order in unison.
In the next instant, the front-line array suddenly opened its side gate, forcibly stretching the space into a battle path Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt. A thousand disciples of the Silent Mystery Realm gathered like a tide, their auras overlapping to form a heavy and sharp logical pressure field. Qin Yu at the forefront, his gaze calm, his Fate-Cause and Order Adjudication slowly circulating within him. He knew that this was not a simple support mission, but a true head-on confrontation—the gathering of seven calamity-causing demonic beasts likely concealed a deeper, yet unrevealed, intention of the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor.
The desolate winds rose again, and the path of battle took shape. Qin Yu took a step forward, followed closely by Qian Mu, Ling Feng, and a thousand cultivators at the Silent Mystery Realm. The entire team was like a sharp blade pushed to its Limit, pointing directly at the burning battlefield.
In an instant, a second rift was torn open in the sky of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt. The already Ultimate battlefield seemed to be pressed down another layer by an invisible hand. Just as the battle lines of the Chaos First Palace began to be forced to the Threshold by the eight unknown world monsters, a highly discordant "stillness" suddenly descended—not the disappearance of sound, but the sudden halt of the flow of logic, as if the cause and effect of the entire battlefield had been forcibly slowed down in a moment.
The next instant, Qin Yu stepped out from the rift.
Without a dramatic entrance or a burst of intense energy, his presence caused the rules within a radius of hundreds of miles to automatically recoil the moment he appeared. Silent ripples spread across the void beneath his feet, and the already shattered logic of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt was forcibly "corrected" the instant he landed. The collapsing space ceased its further deterioration, and the chaotic causal lines were pushed back within a controllable threshold.
The moment Qin Yu stepped into the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, the main battlefront was like an ancient beast awakened from its trance. All sounds in the world distorted simultaneously, then retaliated with several times the intensity. Beneath the shattered sky, crimson-gold and dark-black cracks of rules crisscrossed, like wounds repeatedly torn open. Blazing spiritual flames, corrupting demonic energy, and Logic Fragments collided, annihilated, and regenerated new ripples of destruction in mid-air.
Tens of thousands of cultivators clashed across the desolate wasteland, their figures spreading out in dense array. Void Emanation Realm cultivators charged in formation, while Profound Silent Mystery Realm experts confronted the demonic tide head-on at the front lines. Chaos Realm beings clashed in the higher celestial realms. Each collision caused the heavens and earth to tremble, as if the entire Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt was being repeatedly broken and reshaped. Thousands upon thousands of demonic beasts and spirits surged forth from the depths of the wasteland like a black torrent. Their roars carried a Soul Rend -tearing vibration, their scales, bone wings, and decaying tentacles churning in the bloody light. Wherever they stepped, mountains turned to dust, and the space itself was creaked and ripped into void folds.
Qin Yu at the forefront of the group, his gaze sharp as a blade. The sight before him would shatter the spirit of any cultivator new to the battlefield. The presence of the seven Calamity Beasts was particularly striking. They were like seven calamity anchors nailed to the battlefield, each occupying a domain of the sky and engaging in direct combat with several Chaos Realm experts. Each Calamity Beast was surrounded by independent and twisted causal storms. Their attacks were not simply a release of power, but rather a direct tearing apart of the very foundation of the rules. The domains of the Chaos Realm experts were constantly compressed and distorted before them, and exploding fragments of law light rained down like rain.
The battle lines below were in Ultimate chaos. Disciples and elders of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall advanced their lines amidst the gray-white light of Annihilation, cultivators of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall tore through the demonic tide with dark red starlight, disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall were filled with murderous intent, their Immortal Evolution and Asura wills intertwining into a blood-red torrent, while elders of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall set up a grand divination array high in the sky, attempting to suppress the calamity's fluctuations. In addition, countless sects, factions, and Liu Yuan Practitioners were mixed in, their auras sometimes violent, sometimes cold, sometimes mysterious, but at this moment there was no distinction between factions; everyone was using every means to stop the demonic beasts from advancing.
When the Chaos First Palace's forces entered the battle line, there was no unnecessary greeting or shouting. Qian Mu and Ling Feng unleashed their Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme auras on the left and right, respectively. Their gray and cyan Silent Profundity Domains acted like two thick city walls, instantly withstanding the most ferocious flank attack of the demonic tide. A thousand Silent Mystery Realm disciples simultaneously deployed into formation, logical light patterns spreading beneath their feet, and the battle line, which was on the verge of collapse, was forcefully stabilized.
Qin Yu stepped forward, his Fate-Cause and Order Adjudication resonating within him. His arrival was like a new fulcrum embedded in the core of the battlefield, forcibly sorting and separating the chaotic flow of cause and effect around him. Several Chaos Realm experts who were engaged in fierce battle immediately noticed the change in the battlefield. They had no time to ask questions or offer greetings, but simply followed the straightened battle line and precisely directed their attacks towards the marked targets of calamity.
"Split them—don't linger!" As Qin Yu's Order Adjudication spread, the multi-temple allied forces achieved true coordination for the first time. The Chaos Realm experts, who had previously fought individually, no longer stubbornly defended single points, but instead severed the connections between the seven Calamity Beasts piece by piece according to the causal path forcibly embedded by Qin Yu. High above, several Chaos-level attacks fell in a crisscross pattern, forcing one of the Calamity Beasts to break away from its original position;
The ground battle lines were adjusted accordingly, with cultivators at the Silent Mystery Realm quickly filling in the gaps and isolating the demonic beasts from their demonic spirit legions. The demonic tide was still surging, but it was no longer an unstoppable torrent; instead, it was forcibly broken into several battle zones with limited mutual support.
On the battlefield, no one had time to pay their respects to the Chaos First Palace, nor was anyone distracted by confirming Qin Yu's identity. All cultivators were fighting fiercely, the light of laws and demonic blood exploding in the air, roars, incantations, and sounds of collapse intertwining into a cruel yet grand war song. Standing at the center of this storm, Qin Yu clearly felt that the war in the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt was being forcibly pulled back from the brink of out-of-control defeat to a life-or-death line where there was still hope.