Thoughtless Dragon Slayer Rushes to Aid the Central Battle

The old man's words, though not spoken loudly, seemed to be directly inscribed into the still-unhealed logic of this battlefield, becoming an inviolable order.

"You and your companions should stay put and heal your wounds," he said, his gaze fixed on Qin Yu, his tone calm and resolute. "Leave the demonic dragon to me. Hanyan, Wen Lin, you two stay here and wait quietly; do not move."

"Yes, sir." Jin Hanyan and Qiu Wenlin responded simultaneously. Even though Qiu Wenlin was still unwilling, he dared not hesitate for a moment.

The old man took a step forward. Just one step.

There was no burst of light, no outward release of pressure, and not even any perceptible aura spreading, but in the instant that step was taken, the "background" of the entire southern battlefield seemed to be silently erased. The flow of time became displaced in a way that could not be described as fast or slow, and space no longer expanded, but rather hung there quietly like a thin sheet of paper whose meaning had been removed.

This is the Severed Thought Realm. Thoughts cease, intentions are extinguished. Thought Has No Root, and consciousness does not exist.

It is not about suppressing emotions or Sever Thought, but about denying the necessity of a thought's existence "before it is even born." The old man stands between heaven and earth, yet he seems not to be in heaven and earth. His figure has no shadow, because the shadow itself has lost the qualification to be projected; his existence no longer disturbs all things, because all things can no longer perceive "him" as an object.

At this moment, all notions of momentum, pressure, and power become superfluous.

There is only one kind of emptiness that makes people tremble at the very source—it is not nothingness, but the Void of Thought Severance, an Ultimate state that bears immeasurable Annihilation yet requires no "will" to drive it.

The cultivators and demons still fighting in the distance all felt a sudden pause, as if they were being gently swept over by some indescribable sense of "end." Even though they did not look directly at the old man, they instinctively realized that the truly unprovoked being had already entered the battlefield.

At the same time, Qin Yu had already turned around and knelt down beside Wan He.

Wan He's figure remained solid, yet subtle and dangerous gaps appeared around her, the "logical mismatch" left by the overuse of the power of Return to the Ruins. Qin Yu said nothing, placing his hands on her shoulders, and the Order Adjudication structure within his body slowly unfolded, not outwardly, but inwardly forming delicate, almost transparent logical chains, which, inch by inch, embedded, calibrated, and looped along Wan He's damaged existence interface.

There was no roar of energy, only an extremely subtle, low-frequency resonance, as if the world were repairing itself. Wan He trembled slightly, and the previously drifting echoes of the Return to the Ruins were brought back into a controllable orbit. Her "Missing State" was forcibly anchored, and she stopped falling.

Jin Hanyan was already sitting cross-legged to the side, her robes hanging down. The aftershocks of her supernatural powers transformed into a thin layer of protective light on her body, repairing the price she had paid to resist the Dawn-Extinguishing Chronicle. Her expression was calm, but she always kept a sliver of attention on Qin Yu and Wan He.

Qiu Wenlin leaned against the other side, his face pale and his breathing disordered, clearly not yet fully recovered from his previous severe injuries. He forced himself to begin regulating his breathing, but his gaze repeatedly drifted uncontrollably to the old man's back in front of him, and for the first time, a complex emotion mixed with awe and fear appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon let out a low roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

That was not a simple roar, but an echo that only appears when the level of destiny collapses. Its enormous dragon body trembled violently in the void, and the Time Reverse Lock Inscription that had been severely damaged and suppressed began to flash, break, and recombine wildly, like a future history book that had been forcibly torn apart and pieced together.

"Roar--!"

Within the dragon's eyes, the once clearly visible lines of destiny were completely disordered, replaced by a near-mad backlash of light. It was triggering its last remaining core essence— the Epoch Trajectory Remnant Form.

It's a state where you no longer pursue victory or calculate the cost.

The future will no longer be reversed, but torn apart.

The scales of the Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon rose one by one, revealing a deep structure beneath that burned with Reverse Order time. Its wings spread wide, as if it wanted to drag the entire battlefield into a dead end where only the "instinct to fight back" remained. It no longer cared about being Annihilation; it only wanted to drag everything in front of it into destruction before it disappeared completely.

A frenzied, violent, and reckless backlash, like the wreckage of an era about to crash, swept towards the old man's location.

The old man simply stood there.

They remained still and silent, as if waiting for something that was destined to happen.

The old man finally spoke.

The voice was not loud, and it didn't even have any emotional fluctuations, but it seemed to come from the "blank space" before all existence took shape, and landed directly on the frantically vibrating Epoch Core the Destiny of Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon.

"You beast," he said slowly, "You shouldn't have appeared."

The moment those words were spoken, the world did not collapse, but it was as if the reason for its collapse had been removed.

The old man raised his hand.

Without hand seals, without spells, without any prelude to "casting a spell," he simply pushed his palm forward gently. In an instant, the colors of the entire battlefield began to fade—not swallowed by darkness, but losing their right to be defined as colors. Light hesitated, sound was thinned into afterimages, and the boundaries of space seemed to be slowly smoothed out by an invisible hand.

This is the divine power of the Severed Thought Realm. -- "Exhaustion of Thoughts, Return to Emptiness of No Thoughts"

This supernatural power does not act on the physical body, energy, time, or cause and effect; it acts directly on the most fundamental premise of "why existence must continue to exist." Before a thought can take shape, it is negated; before the will can be expressed, it is erased; even the concept of "struggle" itself is judged as superfluous in the very first instant the supernatural power unfolds.

With Thought Severance as the blade, and emptiness as the domain.

The old man emitted no light; instead, he resembled an ever-expanding blank center. The world automatically chose "silence" over any area covered by this center. Rules ceased to be written, propositions ceased to be recursive, and all possibilities regarding "what will happen next" were uniformly determined to—not occur.

Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon let out a final roar.

The roar hadn't fully spread when it abruptly broke off. Its massive dragon body writhed wildly, and the Epoch Trajectory Remnant Form attempted to forcibly reassemble the fragments of the future. The Time Reverse Lock Inscription flashed like dying stars between its scales, and the power of destiny was burned, compressed, and backfired at all costs—but all of this seemed utterly futile in the face of the old man's divine power.

Because all of its "desires" have already been prejudicially determined to be invalid.

The next instant, the existence of the Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon began to exhibit a strange "hollowing out".

It wasn't an explosion, nor was it annihilation; rather, it began from the core, as if being slowly and resolutely erased by an invisible eraser. The scales lost their meaning, the dragon wings no longer carried space, and the reversed history book of the future turned page after page in the air, only to find that every page was blank.

It tried to roar, but found that the emotion of "anger" Does Not Exist; it tried to retaliate, but found that the act of "attack" was not allowed to occur; it even wanted to be afraid, but found that "fear" was no longer understood by the world.

Finally, the colossal figure of Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon, so immense it blotted out the sky, vanished completely in silence.

No wreckage. No aftershocks. No trace of being "defeated".

It's as if it was never accepted by the world from the very beginning.

The entire southern battlefield fell into a moment of deathly silence.

The demons and divine beasts that were still fighting to the death suddenly froze. Their instincts were blank for the first time ever—the ultimate calamity that guided them had vanished, and the entity that governed their actions had been directly removed from the "set of possibilities." They didn't know what had happened; they only knew that something that supported everything had suddenly disappeared.

In that brief moment of stagnation, the cultivators of the Void Obliteration Domain seized the opportunity.

Roars, magical light, and supernatural powers erupted simultaneously, like a long-suppressed torrent finally finding an outlet. Sword light pierced through demonic bodies, spells tore apart divine beasts, and soul techniques poured out without reservation in close-range roars. Those demonic spirits and divine beasts that were still in a daze didn't even have time to let out a wail before they were Annihilation one by one.

The battlefield was once again illuminated by blood and energy, but no calamity could be reconstructed.

The old man slowly withdrew his hand, Void of Thought Severance around him receded, the colors of heaven and earth gradually returned, as if nothing had ever happened.

But everyone knows that this battle is already over at a fundamental level.

The aftershocks of Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon's complete deletion had not yet completely dissipated. The air on the battlefield still carried a sense of Space Silence Void of Thought Severance, as if the world had only learned to breathe again after a brief period of silence.

Standing on the edge of the shattered wasteland, Qin Yu's gaze remained fixed on the spot where the demonic dragon had vanished. For the first time, a genuine, almost instinctive shock arose within him—not awe of the sheer scale of power, but a fear of the very negation of logic itself. "The logic of the Severed Thought Realm... is truly this domineering." This thought slowly took shape in his mind, only to be suppressed deep within his consciousness. He knew very well that it was a realm beyond his current reach.

Beside her, Wan He's breathing had completely calmed down. The cracks left by the backlash from the Return to the Ruins had been smoothed over by her own body, and the light patterns of the Void Returning-to-Ruin Divine Sword flashed across her body before disappearing. She merely narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at the spot where the old man had just stood, her expression calm and restrained, without surprise or awe, as if she were simply confirming a fact that "was always been this way." If it weren't for Qiu Wenlin's interference and meddling, causing the battle to spiral out of control, she knew very well that Annihilation that Dawn Abyss Kṣaṇa Dragon would have been an easy task for her.

Jin Hanyan's reaction was much calmer. That was their ancestor, someone she had looked up to since she stepped into the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall. Such an ending brought her a sense of Anran, as if the dust had settled. However, her gaze would still unconsciously sweep over the direction where Qin Yu was, lingering there for a longer time than usual.

The most outrageous one was actually Qiu Wenlin.

He practically jumped up, his face full of excitement, his voice particularly jarring in the still-echoing airspace. "Did you see that? This is the power of our temple's ancestor! He crushed logic to the ground, it didn't even deserve to struggle!" As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Qin Yu, his tone filled with undisguised boasting, as if he had been responsible for half of that attack.

Qin Yu ignored him and simply withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, the emotions of the entire southern battlefield finally erupted completely. The surviving cultivators looked at each other, their faces still showing signs of exhaustion, but joy had already surged up before them. Some laughed loudly, some roared to the sky, and some knelt down and kowtowed deeply. Regardless of which God Clan, sect, or Liu Yuan they came from, at this moment, everyone bowed in the same direction, expressing their gratitude to the old man who had ended the calamity with his Thought Severance in the simplest and most sincere way.

The old man paid no heed to any of this. He had already appeared beside Qin Yu and the others, his aura concealed, as if the devastating Annihilation that had shaken the very fabric of destiny had never occurred. He looked at Qin Yu, his tone calm and direct. "Young Master Qin, of the nine calamity beasts, only one remains. I will lead my disciples to the northern part of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt to completely eradicate it. Would you be willing to come with me?"

Without hesitation, Qin Yu stepped forward, his expression respectful yet restrained. "Thank you for saving my life, Ancestor. However, fierce battles are still raging in the heart of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt. Two elders of my Chaos First Palace and many fellow disciples are still fighting there. I must return to assist them. I'm afraid I cannot accompany them in the battle to the north."

The old man nodded, his eyes showing no displeasure but rather a hint of approval. "Yes, good." He then turned to Jin Hanyan and Qiu Wenlin, "Hanyan, Wenlin, let's go."

Jin Hanyan responded, but as she turned around, her steps slowed almost imperceptibly. She didn't turn back or speak, but the reluctance to part again was clearly visible in her eyes, too much to hide. In the end, she followed the old man into the void, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance. Qiu Wenlin, standing beside her, glared fiercely at Qin Yu out of the corner of his eye.

Qin Yu stood there, watching the void close, and sighed silently in his heart before turning around. Wan He was already beside him, her aura of Return to the Ruins low yet sharp.

The next instant, the two figures simultaneously vanished into the depths of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, rushing towards the central war zone—where Qian Mu and Ling Feng were still locked in a bloody battle.