"It's coming—form formation immediately!"
The elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, who Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme Profound Realm, uttered a low shout. His voice wasn't particularly loud, but it was like a cold nail driven directly into the depths of everyone's soul. More than twenty elders at the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme moved almost simultaneously. Without any further communication, the Forbidden-Level Annihilation Formation, which they had practiced countless times before, was completely awakened at this moment.
In the void, ancient and obscure array patterns spread out from beneath their feet, not outwards, but falling into the "depths of concepts," as if to use the heavens and earth themselves as a canvas to write down cause and effect, existence and history. The array patterns did not emit light, but instead devoured light. Wherever they passed, colors were smoothed out, leaving only layers of gray and dark gray, like a world funeral curtain slowly closing.
Behind each elder, their own Silent Profundity Realm emerged, but it was not fully unfolded. Instead, it was forcibly compressed and superimposed, transforming into more than twenty "Realm Nodes," interconnected by causal chains to form a massive closed loop. Above the center of the array, an Annihilation phantom, resembling an inverted Heavenly Abyss, slowly took shape. Within the phantom, countless shattered Realm Wheel flashed by and were quickly annihilated, as if the array itself was built from countless remnants of Annihilation history. The wind stopped, the sound vanished, and even the roars of the Logic Remnants were forcibly suppressed back into the abyss the moment the array took shape, leaving only a suffocating silence.
The Master Soul Overlord stood before the formation, its undifferentiated, chaotic form pausing for the first time. Its body, formed from the constant self-generation and self-destruction of primordial logic, seemed to sense a truly threatening existence. The surging primordial energy on its surface began to spin faster, and deeper, disordered cracks faintly appeared within the grayish-white hue, where yin and yang were not yet separated. The next instant, it made its move.
Without any initial momentum, without any fluctuation, and without even a clear attack trajectory, the Master Soul Overlord simply took half a step forward, yet the entire Withered Bones Fallen Abyss seemed to be twisted from its very "root level" by an invisible giant hand. The power of Chaos's First Birth erupted from its body, not spreading, but collapsing into an invisible fault. Wherever the fault reached, space was not torn apart, but "negated," as if this distance should never have existed in the first place. The edges of the Forbidden Annihilation Grand Formation trembled violently, and several boundary nodes simultaneously lit up with warning-like dark patterns, yet they still could not completely withstand it.
Boom--Boom--Boom--
Several elders groaned, and the moment their respective Silent Profundity Realms came into contact with the chaotic power, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on their glass. The cracks did not spread outward, but collapsed inward, forcibly pulling the internal laws of their realms back to an "unjudged" state, instantly causing them to lose control. Some forcibly stabilized their Dao hearts, dark golden blood spilling from the corners of their mouths; others staggered back several steps, the void beneath their feet shattering layer by layer; and one elder's realm was directly torn open, chaotic energy pouring in, forcing him to sever a segment of his own karma to barely avoid a backlash.
The battle situation suddenly became unbalanced the moment the Master Soul Overlord made his first move.
However, the grand formation did not collapse. The remaining elders simultaneously shouted, and the boundary nodes forcibly filled in the gaps. The Forbidden-Level Annihilation Formation closed again amidst violent tremors. The Annihilation phantom at the core of the formation became even more solid, as if the elders were using the price they paid to exchange for a chance to truly touch the Chaos Origin. Above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss continued to groan, and more indescribable shadows stirred in the depths, as if waiting for the outcome of this frontal encirclement and attack to decide whether to launch a full-scale attack next.
At this moment Forbidden-Level Annihilation Grand Formation was utterly on the verge of spiraling out of control. The inverted Annihilation phantom at the array's core suddenly expanded, like a dark star forcibly compressed to its Limit, beginning to backfire. More than twenty Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme almost simultaneously spat out blood mist. Instead of retreating, they stepped forward in unison, their causal chains within their bodies being actively torn apart. Segments of causal light and shadow related to "past," "mentorship," "oath," and "name" were forcibly stripped away, transforming into burning runes that were injected into the array's core. In that instant, the entire array was no longer a simple defense or encirclement, but an Ultimate Annihilation instrument that sacrificed "self." The array patterns spun wildly, and the void seemed to be thrown into an invisible millstone, emitting a low and piercing roar. The surface of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss collapsed layer by layer, revealing the surging gray-black causal remnants beneath.
Limit Annihilation, activated.
The power of Annihilation no longer manifested as light or darkness, but as a "deleted trace." For the first time, a noticeable gap appeared in the chaotic, undefined domain surrounding the Master Soul Overlord, as if a piece had been forcibly erased from a picture. Even the Chaos Origin was slowed by this attack. However, just as Annihilation was about to completely engulf it, the Master Soul Overlord's right hand suddenly lit up, and a will far more ancient and indifferent than before awakened.
"Soul Peeling from the Cocoon: All Slaves Return to Their Master"
Without fanfare, without announcement, and without any action that could be called "release," the Chaos Origin flowed silently within it. The next moment, countless fine threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, emerged from the void. These threads were neither energy nor substance, but rather strands of the main soul formed from the concepts of "sovereignty" and "domination." They were all-pervasive, seeping through the gaps in the formation, traversing the boundary barriers, and directly piercing into the depths of the elders' souls.
In an instant, the battlefield transformed into a silent inferno.
An elder suddenly opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His soul was being pulled and separated little by little within his body, as if an invisible hand was peeling away layers of a cocoon. Some people's meridians lit up with dazzling cracks, their Dao foundation was forcibly torn apart, but they could not collapse under the imprisonment of chaos. They could only consciously endure the pain of every inch of their consciousness being stripped away. Others had unfocused eyes, and deep in their pupils were reflected strands of their main soul that were wrapped around them. The light belonging to their "self" was being rapidly drawn away, leaving only an empty shell that was still circulating its cultivation.
The Master Soul Overlord spread its arms, and all the stripped fragments of the divine soul, like a reversed meteor shower, were drawn into its core. The chaotic domain then surged, and the outline of a "soul slave army" taking shape could be vaguely seen—those empty puppets retained their original supernatural structures, but had lost all emotion and hesitation, waiting only for a command to self-destruct, slaughter, and destroy everything, including their fellow disciples whom they had sworn to protect with their lives.
The Forbidden-Level Annihilation Grand Formation let out its final lament. The array's runes crumbled inch by inch, and the dark star at its core exploded into countless fragments of Annihilation, devoured by the power of chaos. The backlash erupted in full force; over twenty elders were simultaneously forced back. Some began to become transparent, their physical bodies and causal relationships slowly disintegrating, as if they would be completely erased from the world in the next instant. Others forcibly maintained their existence with their remaining willpower, but could no longer sustain the battle. Above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, only the massive, indifferent figure of the Master Soul Overlord remained, silently gazing down at the crumbling array, as if scrutinizing a sacrifice whose fate was already sealed.
The elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall's robes had long since been torn to shreds by the Chaos's First Birth. Blood trickled down his aged yet still upright body. With each rise and fall of his chest, the ultimate essence of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. Yet, he did not retreat even a step. Instead, he gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl that seemed to crush his bones, and stepped into the depths of the void, forcefully stabilizing himself on the verge of falling into the "Unborn" state. At that moment, there was no fear in his eyes, only a completely ignited determination and rage, as if he had compressed everything about himself—name, cultivation, karma, lifespan—into a single thought.
The innate Dharma form and supernatural power of the Silent Mystery Realm, "Silent Profundity Formlessness - Returning to Silence Without Time," unfolds in silence.
There was no response from heaven and earth; instead, it was as if an invisible hand had suddenly gripped their throats. Within a hundred miles of the battlefield, all sound vanished in an instant. The chaotic air currents froze in mid-air, and the surging gray-black mist was frozen into layers of amber patterns. Even the entrance to the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, which had been constantly pulsating, seemed to have been forcibly paused. Light lost its meaning of propagation, turning into tiny, still specks of light suspended in the air. The cultivators' spiritual perception was instantly flattened, and all they could hear was the echo of their own heartbeats. The next instant, even those heartbeats were dragged into a deathly silence of "Timelessness," as if the entire Withered Bones Fallen Abyss had been cut out of the river of time and isolated into an eternal void.
The elder stood in the void, his robes motionless, his hair unfurled, and a layer of almost imperceptible, Silent Profundity emanated from his body. Wherever the aura passed, the wrinkles of time were smoothed out, the cracks in space healed themselves, and even the threads of cause and effect that should have entangled all things turned into invisible ashes the moment they came into contact, disappearing without a trace.
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
A faint, dark, invisible ripple slowly spread from his body. It was neither an impact of power nor an explosion of energy, but a declaration of "Ji Ran formlessness." The ripple did not disturb the air or shake matter, yet it ignored all defenses and boundaries, directly penetrating the chaotic domain and reaching the spacetime core where the Master Soul Overlord resided. Wherever the ripple reached, space began to exhibit a chilling "disorderly annihilation": distant ruined mountains, shattered bones, and floating chaotic debris were slowly stretched and blurred, as if the image had been erased from focus, and then, without any sound of shattering, directly dissolved into a blank space that "had never existed."
When the elder's "Silent Profundity Profound Formlessness - Returning to Silence Without Time" technique truly landed, the battlefield didn't erupt in a deafening explosion. Instead, it was as if an unseen hand had seized its pulse—the wind stopped, the light stopped, even the trajectory of falling blood droplets was severed in mid-air. Within the vast Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, only a suffocating stillness remained. That Silent Profundity silently spread, reaching the core of the Master Soul Overlord's existence. The first crack appeared in the fabric of time, the capacity of space began to lose its meaning, and the edges of the Master Soul Overlord's enormous, chaotic body, which covered half the sky, even showed signs of becoming transparent, as if it would be extracted from the records of heaven and earth in the next instant and returned to "Unborn."
But in that instant, an Ultimate dark light suddenly shone from the depths of the Master Soul Overlord's eye sockets, like the primordial shadow that pressed down on all things before the chaos was created. It did not panic, nor did it retreat; instead, it seemed to have long been accustomed to this "erasure"—its back trembled, and countless extremely fine "Soul Master threads" suddenly appeared in the depths of the void, densely packed like threads drawn from the very marrow of cause and effect. Each thread did not emit light, yet it could chill one's soul. The Soul Master threads were pulled sharply, and the batch of "Soul Slave Puppets" that had just been stripped of their cocoons at the mouth of the abyss all raised their heads. Their empty pupils contained no self, only the forcibly instilled command to "return to the master."
In the next instant, rows of soul slave puppets stepped forward, their movements so synchronized they seemed like extensions of a single body. The remaining domains and supernatural structures on their bodies were violently ignited—some raised their palms, their former sect seals appearing in their hands, but devoid of emotion and thought, reduced to mechanical operation; others opened their mouths, spitting out not incantations but wisps of invisible chaotic energy, spewing out their own karma as fuel. The dozens of soul slaves in the front row simultaneously unfolded their "domain shells," those domains not for protection, but for "bearing"—they forced their existence into the Silent Profundity and silent abyss, like a group of scapegoats willingly throwing themselves into the abyss.
Then he witnessed a bizarre and chilling scene: when the Silent Profundity of Profound Stillness descended, it did not strike the Master Soul Overlord, but was forcibly taken away by the "existence" of the layers of soul slaves. The bodies of the soul slave puppets first became transparent, and then from skin and flesh to bones to souls, they were erased bit by bit as if by an invisible eraser. There was no shattering, no flying blood and flesh, only the dissolution of "never having existed"; the soul slaves behind them that had not yet had time to take the lead continued to be dragged forward by the master soul threads. As soon as the front row disappeared, the back row immediately filled in, like a tide constantly stuffing themselves into that Silent Profundity, using their lives to dilute, spread, and slow down the erasing power of "returning to stillness without end".
Elder Silent Nothingness Divine Hall's pupils constricted sharply. He clearly felt that his divine power had not failed; on the contrary, it had been forced to "devour" too many targets—each soul slave erased was like erasing a false cause and effect forcibly sewn into the world. The backlash bounced back along the invisible main soul thread, causing his chest to churn with blood and qi, and cracks to reappear on the edge of his existence, as if he would be dragged into "nothingness" by his own divine power in the next instant. But the Master Soul Overlord stood firmly behind the tide of soul slaves, the transparency of the chaotic body was forcibly stopped, its existence replaced and offset by the "death of the soul slaves," as if thousands of lives were used to drag him back to reality from the edge of being erased.
Even more terrifying was that the Master Soul Overlord was not content with mere defense. It raised a giant hand, the chaotic patterns on its palm slowly rotating, the Soul Master's threads suddenly tightened, and the remaining Soul Slave Puppets all turned around at once—those remnants of the Silent Mystery Realm and Void Emanation Realm, stripped of their selves, simultaneously began to form the killing techniques they were most familiar with in life. Like an undead army without pain, fear, or hesitation, they withstood the pressure of the Silent Profundity Profound Stillness and pressed hard towards the lines of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall Elders and the other heavily wounded Elders, preparing to exchange "substitute death" for "approaching," and "empty shells" for "encirclement and slaughter," completely dragging this battlefield into the enslavement rhythm of the Master Soul Dominion.