In the third breath after the arrival of the first batch of Logic Remnants, the Void Obliteration Domain was finally forcibly pulled back to the edge of "war-readyness" from the complete chaos. Above the Chaos First Palace, Yun Qiusheng took a step forward. There was no divine light beneath his feet, but countless causal lines compressed to their Ultimate automatically returned to their positions, as if the heavens and earth themselves were making way for this ancestor. His gaze swept across several areas on the edge of the Void Obliteration Domain that had already been eroded by the Logic Remnants.
A calm and stern judgment emerged deep within his aged pupils. Beside him, Qin Yu stood silently in the void. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword was not drawn, but was awakened by him in an extremely low-frequency manner. The sword itself did not appear, but it had already completed the first round of "existence coordinate alignment" with the entire battlefield in his sea of consciousness. It was a resonance that only he could perceive. Every displacement of the Logic Remnants and every disturbance of the rules was disassembled into understandable tactical fragments in this resonance.
Almost simultaneously, powerful figures from the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, the Lotus Immortal Hall, and several ancient sects appeared on the middle battle line of the Void Obliteration Domain. They did not act rashly, but instead used temple-level arrays to interlock, stitching the scattered battlefield into several controllable areas. Layers of invisible boundaries appeared in the void, each layer not for defense, but for "narrative isolation," preventing the existence logic of the Logic Remnants from spreading infinitely.
Yun Qiusheng's voice echoed slowly in this forcibly stabilized battle zone. There was no angry shout, no incitement, just an extremely calm ruling—first cut off, then annihilate, and finally seal off. As these words fell, the first legion of Logic Remnants finally revealed its full size. They were no longer sporadic individuals, but advanced in some kind of arranged formation, with the leading remnants clearly more "complete" in form.
Clad in a logical shell formed from fragmented history and the concept of power, behind which lies a vast but unstable mass of logical remnants, the entire legion moves silently, yet causes the space itself to constantly "shake with meaning," as if the world is resisting their existence.
Qin Yu did not rush to attack at this moment. His gaze went beyond the main battlefield and fell on the deeper causal structure. He knew that this battle was not for annihilation, but for verification—verification of whether these Logic Remnants really had a core structure of "main soul command" as Azure Ring said. Yun Qiusheng obviously had the same judgment as him. There was no communication between the two, but they reached a tactical consensus at the same moment. The first round of attacks by the major temples was extremely restrained. They only used the suppression at the rule level to force the Logic Remnants legion to reveal its true action logic.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Void Obliteration Domain, in the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, Jin Hanyan stood alone on the shattered earth. The Nameless Box had been resealed, but her senses had not returned to normal. The aftershocks of briefly activating "Heaven and Earth Undetermined" still resonated within her. Her gaze was fixed on that seemingly Emptiness void, where the location where the Glazed Dao-Extinguishing Zheng had "disappeared" was now resonating almost imperceptibly with the large-scale descent of the Logic Remnants.
It was an extremely subtle frequency, neither belonging to the Logic Remnants nor entirely to demonic beasts. It was more like a dissonant echo produced by the forced juxtaposition of two existences under a higher narrative. Jin Hanyan slowly raised her hand, the Stainless power at her fingertips condensing without being released. She did not attempt to forcibly analyze it, but let the resonance unfold on its own. She knew that this was not a clue, but an "anchor point." When the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor arranged all of this, he did not use the Glazed Dao-Extinguishing Zheng as a separate piece, but as a stabilizer connecting the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss with the battlefield of the present world. Once the main battlefield entered a heated phase, the concealment here would no longer be hidden, but would become an entrance.
She murmured to herself, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, simply confirming a fact—the real war had not erupted head-on, but had already begun simultaneously on multiple levels. In the distance, the battle lines of the Legion of Logic Remnants and the various temples began their first true contact. Space cracked like a mirror in that instant, yet it did not shatter, as if awaiting the move of a higher being. At the same time, the resonant frequency of the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt synchronized with the main battlefield for the first time.
The storm has not yet truly swept in, but everyone understands that this is merely a calibration and alignment before the great battle; the next step will allow no further probing.
At this moment Void Obliteration Domain was completely transformed into a purgatory where war and logic intertwined. Thousands of battlefields simultaneously tore apart the sky, and space was repeatedly stretched, folded, and rewritten. The originally stable world structure trembled almost in agony as the Logic Remnants Lord stepped in. The sky was no longer a single dome, but a series of fragmented narratives. Dark gold, gray-white, and abyssal black cracks spread like blood vessels, sometimes closing and sometimes bursting open. With each opening and closing, cultivators or remnants were directly erased from existence.
In the western border of the Void Obliteration Domain, a Logic Remnants Lord first to reveal its complete form. Its body was formed from fragmented royal will and abandoned historical names, its face blurred, yet embedded in its forehead was a constantly rotating narrative black core. With a wave of its hand, countless "futures that were once denied" poured down like a torrential rain, transforming into broken blades that Does Not Exist in any era. Facing it head-on was a Void Obliteration Domain cultivator at the Silent Mystery Realm · Middle Stage.
A cold, white flame of Dao principles ignited around him. He let out a low shout, clasped his hands together, and a boundary array forged from the cycle of cause and effect suddenly unfolded in the void. Light and shadow intertwined within the array, as if countless past and present were colliding wildly. "Stabilize the formation! Don't let its narrative core get close—" His voice was shattered in an explosion. The next instant, the broken blade that Remnants Lord had pierced through the "rationality node" of the boundary array. The flames extinguished abruptly, and half of the cultivator's body was wiped out, leaving only the still-lingering roar echoing in the void.
Meanwhile, on another main battlefront, two cultivators at the Silent Mystery Realm stood back to back. One of them was covered in blood, yet he still stubbornly held up a Stainless barrier. The other gritted his teeth and muttered, "These things aren't souls! They're gnawing at the world!" The response was a deep resonance from the Logic Remnants Lord on the other side. The sound wasn't language, but a "denial." The next moment, the earth churned, and the existing mountain range was forcibly rewritten as "a land that had never been formed." The two cultivators lost their footing and instantly fell into the stripped-away spatial layer. The barrier collapsed the moment it lost its "meaning of support."
At the very center of the battlefield, the tallest Logic Remnants Lord shattered the void as it walked, a crown composed of dozens of narrative fragments floating behind it. Each step it took caused a widespread tremor of existence. Opposite it, the cultivator at the peak of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme roared and activated its Ultimate power. Vast Dao light poured down like a galaxy, forcefully suppressing the opponent's advance in mid-air. The cultivator whispered to its companion, "I'll hold it off for three breaths! Go!" Before the words were finished, the narrative fragments suddenly tightened, the Dao light was sliced layer by layer, and those three breaths were compressed into an instant.
Meanwhile, deep within the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, Jin Hanyan stood atop the hidden core. The Nameless Box trembled once more as she forcefully used her Stainless Power to penetrate the core logic of "hiding in place." The void in the entire area distorted violently as if a curtain had been drawn back, with faint, glass-like light and shadow shimmering in the depths. Calm and resolute, her Stainless Aura surged, attempting to use her own existence as a wedge to force the hidden entity to reveal itself.
However, the next moment, the light and shadow suddenly contracted, and the hidden logic closed itself, as if it had been corrected in advance by some higher will. She groaned and was forced back half a step by the force of the backlash, but there was no hesitation in her eyes. Instead, she turned around instantly, her gaze passing over the wasteland and locking onto the most tragic main battlefield in the distance.
She knew very well that continuing to entangle with the hidden core was pointless at this moment. The only way to break the deadlock was to cut down those strange creatures on the front lines. In the next instant, she transformed into a Stainless Flowing Light, tearing through space and rushing straight to the deepest part of the battle line.
At the same time, above the Chaos First Palace, Qin Yu and Wan He stood side by side. The Void Obliteration Domain before them was like a world dragged into the end. The shadows of the Logic Remnants obscured the sun, and the roars of cultivators and the rumble of annihilation intertwined into an inescapable reality. Wan He's voice tightened slightly. "Young Master..." Qin Yu did not respond. He simply raised his hand slowly, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword awakened completely in silence. Before the sword intent was even released, the surrounding space automatically made way for it.
"Let's go." Qin Yu said in a low voice, his tone calm to the point of indifference. The next moment, the two figures had already transformed into streaks of light piercing through the battlefield, heading straight for the most densely packed and dangerous core area of Logic Remnants. The real head-on battle had only just begun.
The moment Qin Yu stepped into the main battlefield, it was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly pressed the pause button on the world, and then suddenly torn it apart. The shattered fragments of the narrative surged beneath his feet, transforming into a chaotic domain that no longer followed any temporal order. A remnant of Logic Remnants Lord stood suspended in the center of the battlefield. Its body was composed of countless negated existences, with a hollow chest containing a narrative black core that was constantly collapsing and reforming. Hundreds and thousands of broken chains of logic were wrapped around it, each whispering "negation" of everything around it.
Qin Yu raised his hand, Silent Origin Stainless Sword slowly moved horizontally in front of him. The sword did not burst out with dazzling light, but instead presented an almost absolute tranquility, as if all light, sound, and cause and effect were actively given way near the sword's edge. He took a step forward, and the space beneath his feet shattered layer by layer, but then automatically restored itself behind him, as if the world instinctively dared not leave his trace. The next instant, he had already appeared directly in front of the Logic Remnants Lord, and his sword intent suddenly unfolded.
He didn't unleash a devastating annihilation, but rather an Ultimate and Ultimate judgment. When the Silent Origin Stainless Sword struck, its blade didn't touch the opponent's body, but instead cut directly into the "naming source point" of the narrative black core. A silent crack stretched across the heavens and earth, instantly draining away all colors along its path. The battlefield was like a painting painted in gray and white. The Logic Remnants Lord emitted a meaningless resonance, and the logic remnants wrapped around it broke one by one, turning into aimless fragments that drifted away. Its existence wasn't shattered, but forcibly "denamed." The next moment, the Remnants Lord, along with all the narrative remnants it carried, vanished directly from the world, leaving not even a ripple of annihilation.
The surrounding group of Logic Remnants, which had been frantically closing in, paused for a very brief moment, as if a core of their collective consciousness had been forcibly ripped out. And in this brief blank moment, a Stainless light pierced through the sky from the distant battle line.
Jin Hanyan descended upon the main battlefield. Her appearance was not accompanied by a roar, but by a silence that instinctively subdued the battlefield. The Nameless Box slowly rotated beside her, its surface patterns resembling the nascent, undefined universe. With each rotation, the Logic Remnants within a radius of several dozen feet were directly suppressed, their forms becoming unstable. She took a step forward, and with a wave of her hand, the power of Stainless spread out like a tide. Wherever it touched, the broken chains of logic were smoothed, severed, and reduced to nothing. A large number of Logic Remnants didn't even have time to resonate before turning into meaningless blankness in the Stainless light.
She did not linger, her figure constantly flashing across the battlefield. Each appearance was accompanied by the forced "clearing" of an area. The attacks of the Logic Remnants Lord were dismantled layer by layer before her, and the narrative, cause and effect, and order of existence were pushed back to a state of "never being established". Several powerful figures from the Void Obliteration Domain at the peak of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme Profound Realm stood on her flanks, forming a natural battle response with her, and together they Remnants Lord into a desperate situation.
On the other side of the battlefield, several cultivators covered in blood looked up during a brief moment of respite. The instant they recognized the Stainless figure, they almost cried out, "That's Jin Hanyan from the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall... Thank goodness, she's here!" Some voices trembled, while others' eyes rekindled with fighting spirit. "With her here, these Logic Remnants Lord can be completely Annihilation!"
Jin Hanyan did not turn around or respond. Her gaze remained fixed on the few Remnants Lord in the deepest part of the battlefield that were still trying to reconstruct their main souls. She had already confirmed the true name of these strange beings— the Logic Remnants Lord. She knew that this was just the prelude. The true source had not yet appeared, and this battlefield was only the first step in forcing the thing behind the scenes to continue playing its cards.