The Withered Bones Fallen Abyss sank into a deathly silence.
Blood and ash were no longer distinct; the ground was repeatedly erased and rewritten; mountains, like broken spines, jutted into the void; there was no wind in the air, only lingering chaotic ripples vibrating at low frequencies. The Master Soul Overlord stood ten meters in the air, his enormous figure slowly rotating, his gaze cold and focused, as if he were not inspecting the battlefield, but searching for a logical remnant soul in a certain location.
Its gaze swept over the collapsed battle lines, the erased traces of cause and effect, and those names that no longer existed. With each pause, the surrounding chaotic air currents would tighten, like threads being twisted by an invisible hand. For dozens of breaths, it remained motionless, with only the shadow of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss behind it slowly pulsating, like a heart that was still breathing.
Finally, it seemed to have found the answer.
The Master Soul Overlord raised his hand, his movements calm and restrained, and lightly traced a line in the air with his fingertips.
The command is silent, but it cannot be disobeyed.
In an instant, all the remaining Logic Remnants Lord on the battlefield simultaneously stopped moving, as if drawn by the same main soul thread. They all turned around, their forms elongated and compressed as they moved, transforming into twisted streams of logical shadows that surged back towards the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss. The entrance to the abyss expanded accordingly, and darkness surged like a tide, swallowing these entities one by one. There was no struggle, no hesitation, as if they were returning to their original source.
Finally, the Master Soul Overlord looked down and glanced at the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss. That glance held no killing intent, no pity, only confirmation.
It then retreated into the abyss, its massive outline fading rapidly into the darkness. At the same time, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss also contracted, returning to the original, quietly suspended crack, which remained steadily ten meters above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss.
However, it was not over yet.
Suddenly, extremely subtle patterns of light appeared on the surface of the abyss. It wasn't light, but more like ignited lines of cause and effect—one circle, two circles, three circles, unfolding layer by layer, quickly covering the entire sky. Countless intersecting logical runes descended from the abyss, like an inverted galaxy, precisely embedding themselves into the earth's veins and void nodes. The next instant, the formation was fully activated.
Boom--
A silent impact swept across hundreds of miles.
Space seemed to be compressed into a transparent container, the air nearly solidified, and massive Causal Loop emerged on the ground, their patterns deeply embedded in the rock layers, gleaming with a cold gray light. The sky was forcibly "corrected," the clouds transforming into regular fault lines, and the projections of the sun, moon, and stars were cut into incomplete arcs at the edge of the array. Everything that entered within a hundred-mile radius would have its "origin," "destination," and "removable weight" re-marked the moment it stepped in.
This is a closed causal logic domain.
It's not for defense, nor for offense, but for marking, filtering, and locking. Within the array, any new causal fluctuations will be recorded instantly, any abnormal existence intensity will be highlighted and amplified, and any attempt to trace, interfere with, or reverse will trigger a reverse collapse immediately. The Withered Bones Fallen Abyss has been rewritten into a quiet yet deadly "observation field."
Once the formation stabilized, the world returned to silence.
The Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss hangs there, like a closed eye, coldly watching everything within a hundred miles.
Meanwhile, in another region of the Void Obliteration Domain, the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh no longer resembled a place, but rather a fragmented reality being repeatedly altered, devoured, and rewritten.
A gray-white and inky-black fog churned low in the sky. The fog did not obscure the view, but rather constantly "chewed" at the space itself. The rules seemed to be torn apart by an invisible mouth, sometimes solidifying and sometimes collapsing. The ground was no longer a complete swamp, but a series of fault-lined floating islands stripped of their causal weight. The moment you stepped on it, a part of your "presence" was taken away, as if the connection between people and the earth was being quietly gnawed away.
In the center of the battlefield, swarms of Logic Remnants Lord wandered through the mist. Their forms were extremely unstable, as if pieced together from fragmented concepts and broken pieces of existence. Dark Logic Fragments constantly shed from the edges of their bodies, only to reassemble in the next instant. Most strangely, every time they swung their limbs or approached a cultivator, the surrounding causal lines would make a subtle sound of being "bitten"—not a roar, but a low rustling sound like paper being slowly torn apart.
The elders of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall stood above the sea of mist, the divine runes of Fallen Light swirling around them, forcefully stabilizing their causal anchors with the heavens and earth. One Fallen Dawn divine power after another descended, and wherever the light touched, the Logic Remnants Lord crumbled in patches. But the next moment, new remnants would fill the gaps, as if the mist itself was constantly "generating enemies."
"These bizarre things actually possess the ability to devour causal logic—"
An elder of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall roared amidst the fighting, but his voice was swallowed by the mist as soon as it left his lips, leaving only a lingering echo that repeatedly bounced back and forth in the rule fracture.
His words were not an exaggeration.
The Logic Remnants Lord within the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh, though far inferior in level to the Master Soul Dominion of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, exist on the foundation of "incomplete cause and effect." With each attack, they devour the smallest causal connection within the cultivator—a link to their sect, a sliver of compatibility with their cultivation technique, a wisp of bond to future possibilities. A single devouring is extremely weak, barely noticeable, but in intense combat, this devouring acts like slow corrosion, sluggishing the cultivator's supernatural abilities, delaying the coordination of formations, and causing subtle misalignments in previously precise cooperation.
In the misty swamp, more than one cultivator found that their attack trajectory had deviated by half an inch the moment they unleashed their supernatural powers; others, when tracing back the cause and effect, were shocked to find that it was as if a corner of themselves in the "previous breath" had been erased from time.
The elders of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall quickly realized the seriousness of the problem.
Instead of pursuing widespread eradication, they forcibly compressed the battle lines, Origin Framework a "causal protective domain" with their own Fallen Dawn essence to block the Logic Remnants Lord from outside the domain. Inside the domain, the boundary between light and shadow was repeatedly reinforced, and any remnant that tried to approach would have its core ignited by the Fallen Dawn power the moment it touched the domain, turning into a ball of rapidly cooling logical ashes.
Even so, the rules of the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh continue to twist.
Deep within the distant sea of mist, new Logic Remnants Lord were taking shape. Their outlines were clearer than before, and their rhythm of devouring cause and effect was more consistent, as if they were undergoing some kind of invisible "calibration." This change caused the elders of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall to feel a chill in their hearts—this was not a disorderly spread, but rather a gradual guidance and optimization by a higher-level will.
Above the battlefield, the Fallen Light of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall clashed violently with the dark currents of the Mist, tearing apart light and shadow, and causing the rules to wail.
At this moment, the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh is no longer just a local battlefield, but is sliding into a form of "sustainably generating calamity".
The Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh swamp suddenly gained weight at this moment.
It wasn't the oppressive heaviness of the air, but a feeling of being pulled down directly onto cause and effect—as if every thread of cause and effect in the world was being pulled tighter, straightened, and stretched to its Limit by an invisible hand, and could break at any moment.
An elder of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall stood in the center of the misty sea, Fallen Dawn runes crisscrossing his body like the remnants of Xingyun. His gaze was no longer fixed on the surging Logic Remnants Lord, but on the Karma Ripple deep within the mist, constantly being devoured, reorganized, and regenerated. At that moment, he finally confirmed a certain pattern—these Logic Remnants Lords did not devour causality without limit, but rather there was a "threshold." When they devoured too much causality in a short period of time, a brief logical disorder would occur, and their existing structure would be forced to be exposed.
"I see..."
His voice was low and hoarse, yet unusually calm.
The next instant, without transmitting his voice or hesitating, he directly raised his hand and pressed it against his chest. The mark of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall suddenly lit up on his heart, and then he crushed it. A wisp of his own causal origin was forcibly extracted, turning into a gray-white stream of Fallen Dawn Light, which he poured back into the rule layer of the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh.
That's blatant self-harm.
It uses its own cause and effect as bait to "feed" the devouring structures in the fog, forcibly approaching their threshold limit.
Wuze responded instantly.
The original Logic Remnants Lord, froze for a moment, and then went berserk.
Their forms suddenly expanded, and the spliced shells began to tear and recombine uncontrollably. Dark Logic Fragments peeled off their surfaces like a torrential rain, only to be forcibly drawn back into the air, emitting a low-frequency hum that sent chills down one's spine. Deep within the misty swamp, wave after wave of causal ripples were stirred up, like an abyss churning in complete fury.
"They've gone mad—!"
One of the disciples cried out in alarm.
The elder whirled around, the light of the Fallen Dawn exploding behind him into a halo like a fading sun, his voice like thunder crashing down on the sea of mist. "Quick! Everyone—resist with all your might!!"
The moment the command was given, the forces of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall were fully deployed.
The disciples no longer hold back.
Streaks of Fallen Light erupted from their bodies. Some formed hand seals, and Fallen Dawn shot into the sea of mist like meteors. The moment the runes landed, they ignited the cores of several Logic Remnants Lords, incinerating them into silent ashes. Others rose into the air, Fallen Dawn feather shadows spreading behind them, scattering blades of light with a wave of their hands. These blades did not strike the physical body, but precisely cut into the causal nodes of the remnant bodies, causing them to self-disintegrate in a frenzy. Still others bit their tongues, using their blood essence to activate forbidden techniques, and Fallen Dawn fire surged from within them, colliding head-on with the dark currents in the mist. The resulting explosion tore a brief clear space in the misty sea.
The elders acted simultaneously.
Another elder of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall raised his hand and pressed down, the sky suddenly darkened, and a domain of Fallen Light covering several miles descended with a roar. The Logic Remnants Lord within the domain were as if they had been pressed into solidified water, their movements sluggish, and their existence forcibly fixed. Then, he flicked his fingertip, and the center of the domain suddenly collapsed, the Fallen Light rolled inward, and dozens of remnants were crushed into twisted logical debris.
On the other side, an elder's body was surrounded by swirling rings of divine Fallen Dawn. With each step he took, the space beneath his feet shattered. It wasn't the spatial form that shattered, but the "permission to exist" it carried. The moment those Logic Remnants Lord rushed towards him stepped into his ten-zhang radius, their existence was stripped away, like shadows with their landing point erased, they all fell into nothingness.
Even so, the raging tide was still closing in.
Hundreds of Logic Remnants Lord no longer attempted to devour cause and effect, but instead rammed into the defenses in the most primitive and frenzied way. Their bodies were constantly shattered within the power of the Fallen Dawn, and then reassembled in the process of shattering. The rules of the misty swamp emitted a piercing tearing sound in the high-frequency vibrations, as if the entire area was about to collapse at any moment.
The defenses of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall were being compressed little by little.
The elder who first discovered the threshold pattern was already pale, and the causal source within his body was continuously draining away, but his gaze was unusually firm. He knew that this moment of self-harm was not a failure, but a signal to a deeper calamity— the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh was no longer just a "local mutation," but was being forced to reveal a more dangerous true form.
The sea of fog surged, and the Fallen Light and dark currents intertwined. The raging Logic Remnants Lord, like an out-of-control torrent, crashed head-on into the defenses built by the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall with life and karma.
And this is just the beginning.