The Desperate Battle of Shattered Luminary: Four Calamities Descend Together
The moment the Abyssal Wheel Beast Crown disappeared, the battlefield of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt seemed to have its time frozen.
Countless cultivators, demon spirits, and demon beasts engaged in fierce combat experienced a brief moment of distraction. Many remained in their stances of striking, casting spells, and charging forward, only to suddenly realize in the next instant that the Calamity Beast at the Chaos Realm · Supreme had truly vanished.
It wasn't a severe blow, nor was it forced to retreat, much less was it banned.
Instead, it disappeared completely.
Not even the aftershocks of its annihilation remained.
Some people instinctively looked towards that void, their pupils contracting violently, their throats bobbing, but no sound came out; others felt a chill run down their spines, a thought instinctively forming in their minds—the woman standing beside Qin Yu was a hundred times more dangerous than any calamity-inducing beast they had ever seen. She wasn't fighting, but deciding whether a certain being was allowed to continue existing in this world.
After a brief silence, the battlefield erupted in explosions once more, but the invisible fear had already cast a shadow over the hearts of all living beings.
Qian Mu and Ling Feng stood at the forefront of the Chaos First Palace formation, seemingly frozen in place. These two elders, both at the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme, were accustomed to Chaos-level clashes and had even personally slain calamity-level demonic beasts, yet the scene they had just witnessed still left them speechless for a long time. It wasn't a suppression of power, nor a crushing of realms, but rather a "judgment level" that they couldn't assess or measure at all. They couldn't even discern Wan He's true cultivation level; they only felt that the woman standing there made even the concept of "cultivation" seem superfluous.
"Qin... Guest Elder Qin actually has such a person by his side..." Ling Feng murmured, his voice barely audible.
Qian Mu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, but still couldn't help but glance at Wan He again, a glance filled with undisguised shock and awe.
Just then, Qin Yu's voice rang in their ears, calm and clear, like an order to recalibrate the rhythm of the battlefield.
"Elder Qian Mu, Elder Ling Feng," Qin Yu's gaze swept across the crumbling battle lines around him, "You must immediately lead your disciples to exterminate the demonic beasts at the Silent Mystery Realm and Void Emanation Realm levels. The pressure in the central area is too great; if this drags on any longer, some disciples will not be able to hold on."
These words seemed to instantly pull the two of them back from their shock.
Qian Mu snapped back to reality, his expression turning solemn. He nodded emphatically, his voice booming like thunder through the ranks. "Good! Good! Chaos First Palace disciples, listen to my command—follow me into the central area, prioritize eliminating the high-level demonic beasts, and protect the formation!"
Ling Feng also stepped forward at the same time, his aura suddenly expanding. The pressure of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme was like a solid mountain, pressing down on the chaotic core of the battlefield.
"Come with me!"
The disciples of the Chaos First Palace responded immediately, their formation tightening once more, like a sharp blade, piercing directly into the area where the demonic beasts were most concentrated.
The powerful expert from the Silent Mystery Realm who had originally stayed behind to assist finally came to his senses. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and without saying another word, he transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the center of the battlefield. He knew very well that this level of battle was no longer a place where he should stay by Qin Yu's side to offer guidance or raise questions.
A storm of carnage Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt once again.
On the relatively quiet side of the battle line, Qin Yu slowly turned around and looked at Wan He beside him.
Her aura remained stable, though slightly more restrained than before, as if after that Ultimate, she had retracted all her sharpness into the Return to the Ruins.
Qin Yu didn't exchange any pleasantries; his tone was low and decisive.
"Wan He."
She looked up at him, her gaze calm.
"Let's go," Qin Yu said, his gaze fixed on another radiant storm in the distance that was frantically cutting through the battle lines. "Let's deal with that— the Radiant Void Slashing Jing, the Chaos Realm · Supreme."
Wan He nodded slightly, Void Returning-to-Ruin Divine Sword trembled gently beside her, its sword sound low and restrained.
In the next instant, two figures simultaneously rose into the air, transforming into shadows that tore through the battlefield and light that Return to the Ruins, pointing directly at the sky that had been ripped apart by the radiant light.
The sky Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt was shattered into fragmented layers by beams of dazzling light that tore through the starry sky.
There, the Radiant Void Slashing Jing finally revealed its true form in its entirety.
Its body is not a single entity, but rather appears to be composed of countless overlapping "splitters of the Radiant Void." Its overall shape resembles a monstrous beast, yet it is far larger than any calamity-causing monster recorded in ancient texts. Its back is towering, like an inverted mountain range of Radiant Light, with jagged bone spikes extending along its spine. Each spike is like a star blade polished to its Ultimate, reflecting a cold and dazzling brilliance. Its limbs stand on the air, and beneath its claws are not layers of air, but rather layers of space that have been forcibly cut and fixed, as if the entire world has been transformed into stairs by its feet.
The most horrifying thing is its head.
It was a face that was almost "inanimate," long and sharp, with a forehead like the core of a cracked star, in the center of which was a constantly spinning radiant soul core. With each rotation of the soul core, fine cracks would appear in the surrounding space, as if it were being repeatedly scraped by an invisible blade. Its eyes were not pupils, but two horizontal radiant rifts. Wherever it looked, before any combat technique could be formed, logic had already been severed.
When it opened its mouth and growled, there were no sound waves, but swathes of radiant light blades emanated from its mouth, neatly "shaving off" the rules of heaven and earth wherever it passed.
At this moment, high in the sky surrounding it, more than a dozen experts at the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme were simultaneously making their move.
Some unleashed vast domains of magic, their profound light like a sea, attempting to suppress Radiant Void Slashing Jing's movements with their domains; others unleashed a continuous barrage of attacks with their natal Dao weapons, their swords transforming into countless overlapping shadows, directly targeting the Yao Guang Soul Core; still others forcibly burned their origins, condensing killing techniques that transcended time, attempting to erase Radiant Void Slashing Jing's future as well.
For a moment, the sky above the battlefield resembled a true apocalyptic symphony.
The profound rune array unfolded layer by layer in the air, with light flames, lightning, fragments of time, and chains of rules intertwining wildly, and the booming sound caused the earth beneath the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt to continuously collapse. Any one of these attacks, if it were to land on an ordinary Chaos Realm demon beast, would be enough to cause fatal damage.
However--
Radiant Void Slashing Jing was almost completely unharmed.
Attacks aimed at its body were often sliced apart by the invisible Radiant Sky Slash just before they could actually touch it. They weren't blocked, but rather "divided"—the combat techniques were dismantled into countless illogical fragments that collapsed and extinguished in mid-air. Occasionally, an attack might manage to land on its body, but it would only splash up a blinding shower of sparks, failing to even budge its bone spikes.
Radiant Void Slashing Jing low growl and stomped down with all four hooves at the same time.
In that instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be swept across by countless invisible blades simultaneously. The protective Dao Domains of several Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme suddenly trembled, with a corner of their edges being directly sheared off. Some of them groaned and retreated, their blood surging, yet they could not even fully determine the source of their injuries.
To it, the siege was more like a group of creatures making noise around it.
Its true attention, however, gradually shifted.
The Radiant Eyes shifted slightly, locking onto two figures that were walking through the air from afar.
One aura was restrained yet almost unnaturally stable; the other carried Return to the Ruins fluctuation that Radiant Void Slashing Jing instinctively repelled.
At that moment, this calamity beast, at the Chaos Realm · Supreme, became truly "serious" for the first time.
When Qin Yu and Wan He stepped into the sky that had been shattered into fragments by the radiant light, the clamor of the battlefield seemed to be suddenly "thinned" by some invisible blade. The Dao domains of more than a dozen supreme experts of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme were still roaring, but all the roars seemed to be separated by a thin membrane of space that had been cut open. The sound and light and shadow showed subtle delays and interruptions, as if even the order in which the "explosions occurred" was being manipulated at will by this calamity beast.
Radiant Void Slashing Jing's Radiant Slit Eyes slowly shifted, and in an instant, the two horizontal cracks reflected Wan He's figure—not seeing "a person," but seeing the manifestation of a blade capable of reducing the world to Return to the Ruins; at that moment, its slit eyes suddenly contracted, and its Radiant Soul Core spun rapidly, like the heart of a startled Radiant Star pounding violently, even the spatial fault beneath its feet, fixed as steps, emitted a fine cracking sound.
A cold, sharp light, capable of severing the soul, surged from the crack. Its shock was not expressed in human emotion, but rather in the strange phenomenon of "judgment priorities being forced to be reordered"—all the spells that were taking shape on the battlefield simultaneously experienced a slight shift and misalignment, as if the world was adjusting its target for it: to strike that sword first.
The next instant, the Radiant Void Slashing Jing suddenly raised its head, and without any sound waves emanating from its mouth, it spewed out a nearly transparent Yao Kong Rift Tide. Its super divine power directly "wrote" an unavoidable Sever Proposition on the sky of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt - [Yao Kong Heavenly Judgment: Severing World Star Nightmare].
It wasn't a beam of light, but a vast "cutting sequence," like countless invisible blades falling from the sky, each carrying the cold logic of "severing the connection first, then the result": first severing the energy flow between the protective domain and the caster, then cutting the domain itself into meaningless fragments, and finally cutting the physical body and soul in two.
The domains of over a dozen supreme experts in the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme erupted simultaneously. The edges of their profound runes were sheared off in an instant, and their protective radiance was torn into countless thin pieces as if by a giant hand. Several experts had time to burn their source energy to hold on, but blood mist burst from their chests at the same moment. The blood mist was cut into ashes by the radiant lines as soon as it left their bodies. Several others were directly "cut Does Not Exist two"—they did not explode, but rather it was as if a piece was cut off from a historical scroll. Even their screams were cut off into silence. Their figures trembled and turned into countless tiny radiant fragments that scattered and fell downwards, no longer carrying any trace of "this person once fought here," leaving only a chilling blank space.
Just as the aftershocks of the Radiant Sky Rift Tide were still raging, and Qin Yu and Wan He were about to step forward, the Radiant Void Slashing Jing suddenly let out a deep roar that seemed to have been crushed from the depths of a fault line. Its four hooves stomped down simultaneously, and the spatial steps beneath its feet shattered. The fragments did not fall, but were rearranged by its Radiant Sky Logic into a huge "Radiant Sky Rift Coordinate".
The moment the coordinates lit up, it was as if a door had been pried open in the void. What poured out of the crack was not wind, but a strange aura with a mirror-like reflection and a scorching, sweet smell. Immediately afterward, another, colder, heavier, and more Stainless pressure from the battlefield descended like dark clouds, causing even the cultivators still fighting in the distance to feel a dizzying sensation as if a layer of their thoughts had been swept away.
The Mirror-Breaking Flame Ferocious Spider appeared first, its movement of "crawling out" from the void rift resembling the tearing apart of a burning mirror. It was a gigantic, monstrous spider-shaped calamity, large enough to obscure half the sky. Its body was pieced together from mirror-like armor plates, each plate reflecting a different scene from the battlefield—some showing itself a few breaths ago, some showing itself in the future, and some even showing mountains of corpses and seas of blood on other fronts. Dark red lava flowed through the gaps between the mirror surfaces. The lava was not fire, but rather like "ignited logic." Each drop wove a thin, almost invisible thread of flame in the void, and when the threads intersected, they made a faint "crackling" sound, like the soft crackling of rules being broken. Its eight legs missed the target, and with a light touch of its toes, it created ripples of mirror patterns in the air. As the ripples spread, the light of its combat techniques slightly reversed and refracted, as if the mirror was waiting to return every attack exactly as it was.
Almost simultaneously, the shadow of the Eternal Devouring War Crow descended from above. It was not like a bird, but more like a battle banner forged from Stainless darkness. When its wings spread, the wing bones were dark, constant blades, the edges inlaid with unsettlingly fine silver-white engravings, each engraving like "marking a flaw in the sea of consciousness." Its feathers were not feathers, but blades as thin as cicada wings, trembling and emitting an extremely faint metallic friction sound, a sound that could penetrate deep into the soul, inexplicably reminding one of every mistake, every hesitation, as if it were stirring up your thoughts with a war cry, making you shatter your own offensive. Its eyes were two cold, hard black dots; when it stared at a target, tiny cracks would appear on the edge of the target's sea of consciousness, as if being slowly engraved into the brain by constant blades, causing the construction speed of soul skills to slow down involuntarily, even making breathing intermittent.
Following these two calamities, a third figure emerged as if sliding from the shadows "before a thought was even born"—the Recognition Annihilation Nether Qilin. Its form was that of a Dark Scale, yet it was far more ferocious than any other scale. Its back was covered in annihilation-colored cracks, like the opening of a sleeping abyss, occasionally opening and closing, drawing in fragments of consciousness. Even the fighting spirit of distant cultivators seemed to be gnawed away. Most terrifying were its "eyes"—not two, but a thousand abyss-like eyes, densely embedded throughout its body. Each eye was like a bottomless black pool, filled with fragmented thoughts. Wherever it passed, the air became unusually "clean," so clean that even a single thought seemed superfluous, as if the world was forced into a silent void, devoid of its own narrative. It gently raised its claws, the tips slicing through space. The space wasn't torn apart, but rather a section of the "path accessible by thought" was erased, instilling an instinctive fear: take another step closer, and you wouldn't even be able to muster the will to attack.
The moment the three calamities stood still, the Radiant Soul Core of the Radiant Void Slashing Jing, the Flame Silk Mirror Pattern of the Mirror-Breaking Flame Ferocious Spider, the Constant Blade Mark of the Eternal Devouring War Crow, and the Thousand-Eyed Abyss of the Recognition Annihilation Nether Qilin Netherscale—four propositions aligned themselves under the same sky. The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped, and the light suddenly became dazzling and cold, as if the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt had been forcibly pulled into a higher-level calamity linkage framework: Radiant Sky was responsible for severing the passage, Broken Mirror was responsible for rebounding and flowing back, War Crow was responsible for penetrating the consciousness and ripping the order, and Netherscale was responsible for Sever Thought the universe. The faces of those severely injured Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme experts of the Silent Profound Realm turned pale. They finally realized that this was no longer "besieging a monster," but a public execution of the allied forces by the calamity propositions.
Qin Yu stood quietly at the edge of the fragmented sky, his robes fluttering in the wind from the four calamities, yet remaining composed. His gaze did not fall on the empty spaces of the dead, but rather on the gaps where the four propositions overlapped, as if searching for the only opening through which a blade could be inserted. Wan He stood beside him, her aura so calm it was almost undisturbed, yet beneath that calmness, a subtle sense of collapse appeared in the void, as if an invisible wheel of Return to the Ruins was slowly turning, waiting for an opportunity to swallow up all of this "erasure and reconstruction" together.