Indeterminate Void Devouring, All Beings Return to the Void
When the Elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall's "Silent Profundity Profound Formless Return to Silence" technique was "killed" in mid-air by the Soul Slaves layer by layer, the air on the battlefield seemed to have all its temperature sucked out. The twenty-odd elders, who were also severely injured, all stared at that scene, and for the first time, true shock appeared in their eyes—not the horror of the divine power being broken, but the instinctive fear that "such an existence could use the lives of others to forcibly bear and erase them."
One by one, the soul slave puppets vanished into nothingness in the Silent Profundity, leaving not even a lingering echo of annihilation. Yet, the Master Soul Overlord stood firmly amidst the countless gaps of substitution, its chaotic aura growing ever thicker, as if the Annihilation that had just wiped out existence was merely a passing breeze to it.
The elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall stared intently ahead, his eyes bloodshot. He clearly sensed that his very essence was being dragged into the abyss by the backlash of each repeated "substitute sacrifice." The stillness of the Silent Profundity Realm remained, but it could no longer lock onto the core of the Master Soul Dominion. In that instant, for the first time, an undisguised despair surfaced in his eyes—not fear of death, but the realization that the "block" he represented had lost all meaning before this ruler of chaos.
The Master Soul Overlord slowly turned its dark pupils, which seemed to envelop the uncreated world, and coldly swept them across him. That gaze was devoid of emotion, anger, and only a kind of indifference akin to scrutinizing "materials." The next moment, it raised a finger, and chaotic energy condensed at its fingertip into a nauseatingly distorted light and shadow. Yin and Yang, life and death, strength and weakness constantly swirled and shifted within it, as if forcibly twisted into an incongruous paradox.
"Chaos Corrodes Bones: Yin and Yang Reversed"
The moment the divine power descended, there was no earth-shattering explosion, but rather a silent judgment. The elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall's body froze for a moment, then began to undergo visible distortions—the originally stable Silent Profundity Origin within his body was forcibly torn apart, and his yang vitality decayed into gray-black death matter in an instant, while the death intent that should have returned to Annihilation was reversed into a frenzied growth of "false life." His skin cracked inch by inch, but could not truly disintegrate; his bones tumbled back and forth between rebirth and decay, emitting a low, teeth-grinding groan; his soul was forcibly torn in two, one half dragged towards death, while the other half was forced to continue "living" and enduring the tearing.
Chaotic power surged within him, like countless venomous snakes gnawing at existence itself. It wasn't mere destruction, but a cruel torture that forced "existence" to continuously crumble—he wanted to self-destruct his Dao foundation, only to find that his origin, after the reversal of Yin and Yang, had even been stripped of the right to "end"; he wanted to escape through cause and effect, only to find that the logic before and after had already become a tangled knot. In just a few breaths, the top elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall was completely swallowed up in silent distortion, his physical body, soul, and Dao fruit simultaneously collapsing into a pile of rubble that could not be accepted by chaos, leaving not even a trace of return, as if such an existence had never existed in the world.
The remaining twenty-odd severely injured elders fell silent, grief and anger surging in their eyes, yet they were suppressed by absolute powerlessness. They clearly saw that this was not a defeat, but an elimination as a "demonstration."
The Master Soul Overlord gave them no chance to breathe. With a wave of its hand, the remaining Soul Slave Puppets suddenly accelerated, crashing into the Elders' shattered realm like a black tide made of empty shells. At the same time, Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, more Logic Remnants that had not been completely stripped away began to stir, as if responding to the Overlord's call.
The bodies of several elders began to truly disintegrate under the impact. Some had their half-boundaries torn open, while others had their souls dragged and ripped from their bodies by the soul slaves, emitting suppressed and mournful growls. The Master Soul Overlord stepped forward, its chaotic aura pressing down like a curtain from the sky. Its gaze swept over all the soul slaves, locking onto the still struggling "elder's original body karma," as if calculating the order of devouring it.
It opened its mouth, and a deep, chaotic abyss slowly swirled within it. The prelude to its second attack was complete—this time, it was no longer a substitute sacrifice, no longer a test, but rather to drag the entire front line and the entire group of "beings" at the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme into its control, transforming them into the foundation of new soul slaves.
The Master Soul Overlord stood before the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, chaotic energy slowly swirling around it—not a storm, but a flow of existence devoid of "order." It raised its arms, as if drawing upon the primordial void of heaven and earth, and a chaotic vortex, entangled with countless Shatter Cause, Time Splitting, and collapsing space, Pre-Nonbeing it. Unbounded Void Devouring - Existence Dissolution
As soon as the vortex appeared, the world lost its "scale." Light no longer traveled straight, sound could not reach, and space was like a crumpled piece of paper, constantly folding and unfolding. More than twenty severely injured elders were simultaneously drawn in, and even if they exhausted their last bit of essence, they could not grasp any "foothold." The moment their bodies were pulled into the edge of the vortex, their existence began to undergo a terrifying dislocation—some people's physical bodies instantly turned into transparent nothingness, only to be forcibly pieced together into distorted outlines in the next instant; some people's souls were torn into hundreds of pieces, recombined into distorted images in the chaos, only to vanish into nothingness in the next instant; and some people's Dao foundations were stretched into long lines, as if repeatedly pulled, broken, and regenerated by an invisible hand.
Pain is no longer a "feeling," but becomes the very form of existence. Each reorganization brings a more intense tearing than the previous moment, and each collapse seems to deny the fact that they "once existed." Cause and effect melt in the vortex, time stops moving forward, space loses its capacity, and all struggles are transformed into meaningless cycles. Finally, the chaotic vortex slowly tightens, and those already crumbling traces of existence are smoothed out inch by inch—not shattered, not annihilated, but completely "dissolved," like a blank space never written into heaven and earth.
When the vortex dissipated, the battlefield returned to a brief silence. There were no corpses, no remnants of souls, and no trace to follow. The twenty-odd Supreme Elders of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme, along with their memories, karma, and names, were all erased from the Void Obliteration Domain, as if this defensive line Does Not Exist in the first place.
At the same time, on another battlefield, Qin Yu and Wan He were slaying a remnant of the Logic Remnants Lord. The aftershocks of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword's strike hadn't yet dissipated when his brow suddenly twitched, and a cold, hollow echo swept through the depths of his consciousness—it wasn't killing intent, nor hostility, but the aftershock of a pure "erasure logic" in operation. Qin Yu abruptly looked up, his gaze piercing through the layers of war and spatial folds, and whispered to Wan He, "Wan He... I just sensed it. An extremely strong erasure logic, not far from here. Someone has been directly erased from the level of existence."
Almost simultaneously, on the other side of the battlefield in the Shattered Luminary Wasteland Belt, Jin Hanyan was sweeping away a patch of Logic Remnants with her Stainless Power. Her movements suddenly paused, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, a faint yet real chill flashing in her eyes. It wasn't the pressure from an enemy, but rather an illusion of the world itself being "hollowed out." She murmured to herself, her voice unusually clear in the chaotic air. "... How can there be such a strong fluctuation of logical Annihilation? This isn't the residual fluctuation of cause and effect left by an ordinary battle."
Two battlefields, two directions, at the same time, both resonated from that instant of "existence dissolution." The flames of war in the Void Obliteration Domain continued to spread, while on an unseen level, a causal backbone supporting the battle had been forcibly broken.
When the existence of more than twenty Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme was completely erased, it was as if a piece of the sky above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss had been brutally ripped out from the spine of heaven and earth. After a brief silence, the Master Soul Overlord slowly raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and pointed his palm at the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss that was suspended ten meters in the air, as if to awaken some kind of dormant instinct.
The abyss trembled violently in the next instant.
No longer the intermittent flow of before, but a black tide like a burst dam. Space was forcibly torn into countless layered rifts, from which thousands upon thousands of Logic Remnants Lord poured out. They had no unified form; some were like broken human figures, pieced together from countless logical fragments; some were like twisted beast skeletons, their bodies composed of fragments of cause and effect; and some were merely black shadows constantly rewriting their own outlines, each writhing dragging out a string of negated traces of time. They roared, yet made no sound; what roared was "logical misalignment" itself. Wherever they passed, the ground collapsed into meaningless symbolic fragments, and the air was compressed into a viscous gray fog.
The cultivators of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss stood amidst pools of blood and collapsing lines, watching their elders being wiped out, leaving not even bones, remnants of souls, or memories. Fear poured into their hearts like ice water, anger burned in their chests, and sorrow cut into their souls like a dull knife. Yet not one of them retreated.
A cultivator covered in cracks roared to the sky, his voice hoarse and almost tearing his throat. "I swear to defend the Void Obliteration Domain —to avenge the elders!!!"
This roar was like igniting the last embers of a dying battlefield. Fear was forcibly suppressed, sorrow was crushed, and the eyes of all cultivators turned frenzied and resolute in the same instant. There was no command, no formation, only a near-self-destructive consensus—forward.
Forbidden supernatural powers exploded one after another.
Some burned away their own foundation, detonating all the karma within their bodies, transforming themselves into a collapsing star of existence, dragging several remaining Logic Remnants Lord along with them into annihilation; some forcibly tore apart their souls, using their remaining will to activate unfinished forbidden techniques, their flesh and blood evaporating in the flames, yet they managed to tear a gap in the tide of logic; still others sacrificed their lifespan, reversing their own time flow, allowing "future death" to arrive prematurely, in exchange for a single breath of power enough to sever an enemy's body.
The sky was torn to shreds, the ground collapsed and reformed repeatedly, explosions, disintegration, and silent Annihilation occurred simultaneously. The Logic Remnants Lord were shattered like a tide, only to reform in deeper rifts of the soul. Cultivators fell one after another, but before collapsing, they clung tightly to their enemies, detonating forbidden divine powers at point-blank range. The entire Withered Bones Fallen Abyss was no longer a battlefield, but a hell being repeatedly written and erased.
Just then, the Master Soul Overlord slowly took a step forward.
Its figure magnified infinitely in the chaotic airflow, seemingly occupying the entire field of vision. It had no emotions, merely coldly looking down at this struggling "noise," then raised its arm, palm down.
A chaotic ripple, indescribable in color, spread from beneath its palm.
That was neither light nor energy, but a kind of "diffusion of negation of existence." Wherever the ripples passed, the cultivator's supernatural powers seemed to be erased, instantly losing their meaning; the physical body began to lose focus, its edges blurring into unfinished outlines; the soul was stretched and flattened, as if thrown into an invisible grinder. There was no explosion, no screams, only a maddening silence—existence was being peeled away layer by layer.
After a dozen or so breaths, the ripples slowly dissipated.
The battlefield was no longer filled with thousands of figures. Only a handful of cultivators remained, scattered among the collapsed terrain. Their bodies were incomplete; some had empty chests but no blood; some had half their bodies transparent, as if they could be blown away by the wind at any moment; and many more had even lost their physical form, with only a wisp of "logic of existence" barely holding on, flickering in the chaotic air currents.
They cannot be considered still alive.
It can only be said that they have not been completely erased.
The Master Soul Overlord stood high in the sky, with the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss churning behind it, and a new Logic Remnants Lord taking shape. Its gaze passed over the remaining cultivators and was cast toward the more distant battlefront, as if the entire Void Obliteration Domain was merely its next target to be devoured.
On this battlefield that has been almost completely wiped out, the remaining "existence" is teetering on the brink of collapse, awaiting the next inevitable arrival.