Jin Hanyan stood in the void on the northern side of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, a void that was repeatedly smoothed and then rolled back. Her clothes were motionless, and her bare feet hovered. Her movement of raising her hand was extremely light, as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust that Does Not Exist. The moment the [Nameless Box] silently opened between her fingers, heaven and earth suddenly lost their qualification of being "judged." All light and darkness, before and after, existence and Does Not Exist simultaneously fell back to their primordial state before differentiation.
The world seemed to have been fundamentally stripped of its name, leaving only an undefinable, echoing void. In that fleeting moment, almost impossible for any narrative to capture, Jin Hanyan's gaze pierced through the layers of forcibly superimposed cause and effect, revealing the true trace hidden in place—not a form, not an aura, but a remnant of cause and effect forcibly "suppressed," like the shadow of a beast frozen in nothingness.
A crystal-like outline flickered in the undetermined light, proof that the Glazed Dao-Extinguishing Zheng had once existed but had been completely removed from the narrative. Her expression remained unchanged, and she spoke softly, her voice almost swallowed by the void. "So, it really was hidden here." As her words fell, the [Nameless Box] quietly closed, and the world was allowed to continue "occurring" once more. All undetermined possibilities collapsed simultaneously, as if nothing had ever happened.
However, the moment she turned to leave, the entire Void Obliteration Domain seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible hand. Not just in one place, but simultaneously, indiscriminately, tremors erupted in all directions. Several regions in the distance marked as Annihilation Forbidden Zones suddenly became unbalanced. The causal logic barriers that were originally as solid as iron laws emitted a low and piercing cracking sound, as if the fundamental reason that had supported their existence for countless ages had been simultaneously pulled away. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the barriers, and in the next instant, they collapsed inch by inch like brittle shells.
Immediately afterwards, the spatial structure of the entire Void Obliteration Domain began to experience large-scale tearing. One after another, "causal logic rifts" were generated simultaneously in various regions. These were not ordinary spatial rifts, but rather like huge archways that had been forcibly carved open. The outer edges were composed of thick and ancient logical patterns, the textures like runes engraved at the end of time, extending outward layer by layer. The inner walls, however, presented a deep, swirling vortex of azure and dark purple, as if a forced Return to the Ruins passage to the void was slowly breathing.
The depths of the rift are not nothingness, but a chilling "enterable unknown." Blue torrents of cause and effect swirl and surge within, occasionally flashing with fragments of platinum logic, like shattered world rules struggling in a backflow. At this moment, the entire sky of the Void Obliteration Domain is shattered by countless such rifts, like a torn and barely pieced-together web of fate.
Jin Hanyan stood rooted to the spot, her robes finally fluttering slightly. Her gaze swept over the ever-expanding causal rifts, and for the first time, a subtle change appeared in her eyes. She knew very well that this was not a loss of control, but rather someone was actively "revealing the curtain," telling the entire Void Obliteration Domain in the most brutal way—the concealment was over, and the stage was being forcibly set in motion.
Jin Hanyan acted immediately. She did not retreat, nor did she call upon any elders. Instead, she stood directly in front of the nearest causal rift. Her white robes billowed without wind, and she walked barefoot in the air. With a wave of her Light of Stainlessness silently spread from her body. It was not a dazzling radiance, but a sense of existence that made the world itself "clean," as if all impurities, deviations, and noises had been forcibly smoothed out.
With her Stainless Realm · Supreme essence, she pressed directly against the core of the rift suspended in mid-air, attempting to stabilize its causal vibrations and trace its origin along the torn logical fracture. However, in the next instant, her fingertips were forced to stop less than a foot from the rift—not repelled, nor blocked, but rather, her power was "treated as Does Not Exist" the moment it touched the rift.
The Light of Stainlessness vanished silently, as if falling into a pre-negated narrative. It was neither swallowed nor backfired; it simply became ineffective, as if the rift itself did not acknowledge the legitimacy of the act of "stability." For the first time, Jin Hanyan's gaze truly darkened. Only then did she clearly see that the rifts were not generated chaotically, but rather suspended in perfect order in the low air above each area, at a uniform height and scale—ten meters above the ground, no more, no less, as if precisely marked by the same hand.
Meanwhile, this scene wasn't witnessed by only her. Deep within the Chaos First Palace, Yun Qiusheng suddenly looked up, a hint of undisguised solemnity flashing across his eyes for the first time; inside the main hall of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, Feng Muheng and Feng Xizhi almost simultaneously stopped their conversation, the space within the hall slightly shrinking under the vibrations of their auras; the skies above the various temples, sects, schools, Ancient Clan, and Liu Yuan Practitioners of the Void Obliteration Domain were almost completely illuminated at the same moment.
Tens of thousands of causal rifts appeared simultaneously, like giant archways embedded in reality. Their outer edges were engraved with unrecognizable logical runes, which flowed slowly between dark gold and deep blue. Inside were bottomless vortex-like voids, where the flow of cause and effect swirled and poured back, emitting a low and continuous roar, like billions of severed lifelines wailing at the same time.
The sky over the entire Void Obliteration Domain seemed to be torn apart by an invisible mirror. Tens of thousands of areas were simultaneously suspended above these rifts, still and silent, yet carrying a sense of oppression that could cause any cultivator to lose their mind. Even from a distance, one could clearly perceive the scale of the calamity hidden within.
High above the gates of the Chaos First Palace, Qin Yu and Wan He stood side by side. Qin Yu looked up at the crack hanging directly above the gate, his brows slowly furrowing. He could feel his perception of cause and effect becoming dull and disordered the moment he approached the crack, as if his normally smooth logic had been roughly knotted. Wan He's voice was noticeably grave for the first time. She whispered, "This is...?" Qin Yu didn't answer immediately, but instead summoned Azure Ring.
Azure Ring appeared amidst a faint blue soul light, landing on his right shoulder. Her previously languid expression froze the moment she saw the sky clearly. The Annihilation Pattern in her pupils suddenly accelerated their rotation. She then gasped, her voice unusually rapid. "Oh dear, this is terrible... This is the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss. That old bastard, Thought Severance Devouring Emperor, has truly gone mad." Her gaze swept over the densely packed cracks in the distance, her speech noticeably quickening, "These are the remnants of logical beings from countless eons ago. Once they are all opened, it's equivalent to completely releasing those unclaimed, logically remnant evil souls."
"Those things have no names, no affiliation, no causal constraints; they are at least at the Silent Mystery Realm · Middle Stage, and in places with less luck, some might even have reached the edge of the Severed Thought Realm." The moment these words fell, Qin Yu and Wan He fell silent simultaneously. A clear and cold judgment flashed through Qin Yu's mind—this was not a test, but a declaration; the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor was telling the entire Void Obliteration Domain that he would no longer hide any consequences. Qin Yu did not hesitate any longer, his voice low and decisive. "I must inform the Ancestor immediately."
Qin Yu practically tore through space in one step to reach Yun Qiusheng's side. His robes were still damp, and the aftershocks of causal energy around him lingered like an unreceding undercurrent. His gaze was fixed on the floating, motionless causal rifts in the distance. He spoke in a low but extremely heavy voice, "Ancestor, I've seen these things in an ancient book. This is the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss. They aren't naturally formed rifts, but exits to the logic realm that collapsed billions of years ago. What emerges from them aren't ordinary remnant souls, but Logic Remnants, with a minimum cultivation level of the Silent Mystery Realm. Moreover, they never act alone; they always travel in groups, and each group is Master Soul Dominion."
Yun Qiusheng's expression finally changed at this moment. His usual composure was replaced by a deep solemnity. He slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through countless layers of space, landing on the entire structure of the Void Obliteration Domain. His voice was low and calm. "Qin Yu, are you sure? This is no child's play. Once the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss is fully opened, it will not mean a war, but the collapse of the entire logic layer of the era."
Qin Yu didn't hesitate. Meeting the ancestor's gaze, his tone was so firm it was almost resolute. "Ancestor, it's absolutely true. That ancient book didn't record a legend, but a failed era-ending event. The remnants in the Causal Soul Logic Realm are logical remnants abandoned by history but not truly Annihilation. They have an instinctive desire to devour the present world." Yun Qiusheng remained silent for a few breaths, the world seemingly still as he pondered. Then, he slowly nodded, and with a raised hand, ancient and heavy causal runes spread from his palm, branching out like a galaxy in different directions of the Void Obliteration Domain.
His voice wasn't loud, yet at that moment it seemed to resonate throughout the entire domain. "Alright, I will immediately notify the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, the Lotus Immortal Hall, and all sects and Ancient Clan that still maintain an alliance with my Chaos First Palace. This is no longer a matter for a single palace or domain, but a matter of life and death for the entire Void Obliteration Domain." The instant the message pierced the air, the tens of thousands of causal rifts in the distant sky simultaneously trembled slightly, as if in silent response to this coordinated attack. From the depths of the rifts, faint, low-frequency echoes, Does Not Exist in reality, resonated, as if countless nascent consciousnesses were awakening on the other side.
Preparing to step into this world that should belong to the living, Qin Yu stood beside Yun Qiusheng, his fist slowly clenching. He clearly realized that Thought Severance Devouring Emperor had truly stirred up was never a single-line scheme, but rather the prelude to a total collapse spanning an era.
The first true eruption of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was not as violent as tearing the heavens and earth apart, but rather descended in a more chilling way. The Emptiness Void Obliteration Domain collapsed silently, and the originally stable causal logic layer seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand, beginning to produce fine but irreparable wrinkles. Then, the causal rifts suspended in the air suddenly deepened, and the inside of the rifts was no longer nothingness and darkness, but presented a "logical flow" that could not be defined by color, like the traces left after thought was forcibly stretched, slowly rotating, layer upon layer, as if countless broken narratives were playing back within it.
The first batch of Logic Remnants from the Silent Mystery Realm manifested against this backdrop. They did not "appear," but rather, as if reluctantly acknowledged by the world, were gradually "squeezed" out from the cracked layers of logic. The first to take shape were outlines—humanoid, yet far from being living beings. Their bodies were pieced together from broken symbols, fragmented rules, and solidified fragments of consciousness. A dark substance, resembling both metal and ink, flowed across their surfaces, inlaid with irregular golden logical patterns. These patterns were not decorations, but remnants of operating laws, each flash altering the narrative order of the surrounding space. Their heads often Does Not Exist complete facial features; some had only an empty "logical hole," as deep as the center of an eclipse, while others were enveloped by layers of halo-like structures. These halos rotated but did not emit light; they merely devoured definable meaning.
The instant the first Logic Remnants completely detached from the rift, the entire sky of the Void Obliteration Domain seemed to be rewritten in reverse. The clouds were stretched into long lines like brushstrokes, space appeared visibly displaced, distant mountains overlapped and separated in the field of vision, and the flow of time was disrupted in different areas; one moment it was dusk, the next it was night. Subsequently, more remnants descended in droves, some draped in tattered layers of rules like wings, others wielding fictional scepters formed from "power," "consciousness," and "fragments of history." With each step, there was no ground beneath their feet, yet they could cause the earth to collapse on its own, conforming to their logic of existence.
A bloodbath Void Obliteration Domain in a single moment. Any cultivator whose cultivation was insufficient to resist the erosion of narrative had their souls forcibly dismantled the instant their gazes met the Logic Remnants. These souls were transformed into fragments of unclaimed cause and effect, absorbed into the symbolic structures within their bodies. When the cities collapsed, there were no explosions, only the "deleted" blanks. The buildings were erased as if wiped clean, leaving behind an area beyond memory. The screams did not travel through the air, but echoed directly in consciousness before abruptly ceasing, as if they had never existed.
High above, the sky of the Void Obliteration Domain completely lost its stable form, like a huge canvas that was constantly being crumpled and unfolded. The shadows of the Logic Remnants were projected into it, distorted silhouettes, as if the afterimages of the fallen gods were reviving. Light bent around them, colors lost their order, cause and effect were no longer connected here, only the results kept falling, but no beginning could be found.
At this moment, the Void Obliteration Domain no longer resembled a cultivation world, but rather a level of existence being forcibly rewritten into a "scrap manuscript," deeper than hell and colder than Annihilation. Everyone understood that this was only the beginning, Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss had already opened, and the true main soul had yet to appear.