Xi Huanluo Holds the Marsh as the Master Soul Dominion Descends

The Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh Swamp churned violently, emitting a low groan, as if the region itself was bearing an unbearable weight. Xiao Jinyu stood in the center of the crumbling defensive line, his Fallen Dawn Divine Hall battle robes already tattered and corroded by logic, the power of Silent Profundity flickering on his body as if it would collapse at any moment. He suddenly turned around and shouted at the blood-soaked, chaotic elders around him, "Everyone, retreat! Retreat first!" His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

The moment the words were spoken, the remaining disciples of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall almost instinctively retreated. Hundreds of streaks of light drew chaotic yet urgent trajectories across the misty swamp, quickly retreating over a hundred miles away. However, before they could fully create distance, the mutated Logic Remnants Lord had completed its second metamorphosis emitted a silent tremor. Its remaining "mouth" slowly opened, revealing not flesh and blood inside, but layers of interlaced and rotating logical cross-sections.

The next moment, a strange beam of light shot out from its mouth.

That was neither light nor energy, but a "logic erasure channel" forcibly materialized. Wherever the beam of light passed, the mist was stripped of its existence, and space was like an old, wiped-off page, revealing a blank space. Even a cultivator at the Void Emanation Realm · Supreme, if hit head-on, would have their physical body, soul, and Dao foundation dismantled into meaningless fragments in an instant, leaving no time to react.

Xiao Jinyu's eyes widened in fury as he roared, "Quickly! Immediately unleash your cultivation's source divine power—!"

Several severely injured elders almost simultaneously bit their tongues, forcibly squeezing out the last vestiges of their Silent Profundity and Void Evolution power. Some formed hand seals, unfolding the tattered boundary barrier; others used their own Dao foundation as a guide, forcefully erecting a barrier of reverse logic, attempting to deflect the light of obliteration. The sky above the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh was instantly torn apart by various chaotic supernatural phenomena, with gray-white, dark purple, and black light and shadow flashing intertwined, like a sky collapsing out of control.

Just then, the two elders, whose auras were on the verge of dissipating, exchanged a glance. There was no word, no hesitation. In their eyes, there was no fear, only a calmness as if they had already made their decision. The next instant, the two roared simultaneously, their figures transforming into two streaks of light that flowed upstream, actively heading towards the beam of logic that was capable of wiping out everything.

They didn't employ any defenses, nor did they attempt any further techniques. Instead, they directly ignited their own cause and effect, their very existence. In an instant, two extremely unstable points of logical collapse erupted in mid-air, like two Annihilation star cores forcibly ignited. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a moment of absolute silence—time seemed to stand still, and space was compressed to its Limit.

Then, a storm of logic swept through.

The beam of obliteration was forcibly torn apart and swallowed up, turning into countless Logic Fragments, which were then swept into the void vortex formed by the self-destruction. The figures of the two elders faded rapidly in the light, without any flesh and blood flying apart or remnants of their souls echoing; they simply lost the right to be "remembered" in that instant.

The disciples finally managed to retreat to a distance of over a hundred miles.

Xiao Jinyu stood rooted to the spot, his knees almost buckling. His throat felt constricted, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he couldn't utter a coherent sound, only able to murmur softly and brokenly, "Zixia... Xuanshuang..."

The wind whistled through the misty marshland, and all that answered him was a suffocating, deathly silence.

Just when everyone thought that the mutated Logic Remnants Lord had been completely wiped out in the self-destruction, the blinding light finally dissipated. In the center of the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh, only a fragmented figure remained in that area—the mutated Logic Remnants Lord had indeed suffered severe damage, with only the upper half of its body remaining. The structure below was torn to pieces, and the logic runes flickered wildly, as if it would collapse at any moment.

However, it did not disappear.

At that very moment, above the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, suspended ten meters above the ground, trembled once more. A denser, dark vortex surged within the rift, and one after another, Logic Remnants Lord emerged, as if summoned, frantically converging towards the mutated entity that had been afflicted with trauma. Their existence was forcibly stretched and reorganized as they approached, as if providing nourishment for some more terrifying "reconstruction."

The rules of Wuze are beginning to become unbalanced once again.

Above the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss churned with ever greater ferocity. The dark vortex of logic, like a gaping maw, greedily devoured the remaining order around it. Xiao Jinyu stood before the shattered defenses, the power of Silent Profundity surging upwards from his chest. He clearly sensed that the mutated Logic Remnants Lord was using the ever-gathering forces of its kind to advance towards its third transformation. Once completed, the concept of "survival" would cease to exist on this battlefield; all existence would be compressed, assimilated, and erased.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips trembling yet resolute. The Silent Profundity Core within his body began to vibrate unstablely, and a dim halo emanated from his skin. Time around him became slow and viscous. Xiao Jinyu took a deep breath and whispered, "If this drags on any longer... it'll all be over." In the next instant, his figure was about to transform into a streak of light moving in reverse, deliberately crashing into the gathering Chaos Core, using his own existence to detonate everything.

At that very moment, a clear and undeniable voice pierced through the layers of fog from behind the battlefield and landed steadily.

"Jinyu, don't be impulsive."

The sound wasn't loud, yet it was like an invisible blade, instantly severing the uncontrollable Silent Profundity vibrations within Xiao Jinyu's body. He was startled, and before he could turn around, the world had already changed—

A sword light slashed from the end of the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh.

It was neither blazing light nor a vast torrent of energy, but a line of Ultimate purity—a "final severance." The instant the sword light appeared, all the chaotic logic and noise in the world seemed to be simultaneously muted, and the flow of cause and effect was forcibly straightened and frozen. The space it passed through did not shatter, but silently lost its meaning of continued existence, and even the swallowing rules of the mist swamp itself were directly severed.

The sword light struck the mutated Logic Remnants Lord that was gathering in place with perfect precision.

There was no struggle, no screaming.

The being that had not yet completed its third transformation was instantly erased from the narrative the moment the sword light touched it. Its upper body first transformed into a transparent phantom, and then even the phantom itself quickly faded away. All logical structures, traces of devouring, and echoes of existence were wiped out, leaving no trace of "Annihilation," as if it had never appeared in this world.

Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, it collapsed instantly.

Xiao Jinyu turned around abruptly, only to see the sea of mist part and a figure stepping through the air. She wore the battle robe of the Vice Hall Master of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall, the hem of her robes falling silently in the invisible chaotic air currents, her long hair spreading out like the night, her eyes cold yet profound. She simply stood there, and the turmoil of heaven and earth spontaneously subsided, as if all chaos had lost the right to continue churning under her gaze.

Fallen Dawn Auxiliary Hall, Xi Huanluo the Chaos Realm · Extremity.

Xiao Jinyu's eyes instantly turned red, and his emotions, which had been stretched to the Limit, completely broke down at this moment. He almost staggered forward, his voice hoarse but filled with undisguised excitement. "Vice Hall Master... you've arrived."

On the other side of the battlefield, after a brief silence, the surviving disciples of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall seemed to finally realize what had happened. Some, their magical powers still lingering, had already let their arms fall limply to their sides; others, leaning on their broken magical artifacts, barely managed to stand, but their eyes regained their light. It was an expression of relief, of grasping at a straw—not because the tide of battle had turned, but because "despair had been put to rest."

"The Vice Hall Master has arrived..."

"It's the Vice Hall Master... we're saved..."

Low murmurs spread through the crowd, quickly turning into suppressed yet real breathing. There were no cheers, no clamor, only a near-exhausted sense of relief, as if pulled back from the edge of an abyss.

Xi Huanluo's gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield, past the collapsed defenses and the dissipating embers of cause and effect, finally settling on Xiao Jinyu. Her tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable chill. "Leave this to me. You, stabilize the lines first."

Her words needed no emphasis, for at that moment, the entire Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh heard them.

A hundred miles away, the edge of the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh had become a desolate and desolate area. The disciples of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall retreated swiftly in the afterglow of the array; some staggered, supporting their fellow disciples, while others used their supernatural powers to lift the seriously injured and flee. Xiao Jinyu and several elders of the Silent Mystery Realm were protected on the innermost edge; their auras were weak and chaotic. Their Silent Profundity Profound Foundation was still intact, yet it seemed as if it had been gnawed away by some invisible force.

Only a barely existing logical skeleton remained. Everyone fell silent, gazing into the depths of the misty swamp, as if even a glance would be met with the backlash of the chaotic rules there.

Xi Huanluo alone above the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh.

Her figure appeared exceptionally solitary in this world. The surging mist beneath her feet resembled a cursed abyss, where rules were twisted into layers of folds, and cause and effect were constantly being devoured, reassembled, and shattered once more. Her gaze remained fixed on the suspended Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss high above, her eyes cold to the point of being almost merciless, as if she were staring at some yet-to-be-manifested being from afar.

Time becomes extremely strange here.

The dozen or so breaths of waiting felt to the disciples in the distance as if they had endured an eternity of deathly silence. Suddenly—

Light began to seep from the edge of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.

It was neither the previous dark red or gray-black, nor the murky color of Chaos's First Birth, but a cold, eerie blue-purple glow. The light spread little by little from the depths of the abyss, as if some enormous thing was slowly opening its "eyes." Blue-purple electric patterns crawled along the edge of the abyss, tearing apart the curtain of rules above the mist. Space was forcibly stretched open, emitting a silent yet soul-piercing tremor.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the blue-purple light.

It neither stepped out nor descended, but seemed to "grow" from the abyss itself. The first thing to appear was a pair of scarlet, almost burning eyes, embedded in swirling shadows, their gaze lowered, looking down upon the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh, as if surveying a hunting ground whose fate had already been sealed. Then, its massive outline gradually became clear—

It was a being almost as tall as the abyss.

Its body was formed from a thick, blood-red mist and deep purple lightning cracks, its outline existing between solidity and nothingness, as if all forms were merely temporary shells. Two enormous, backward-curving black horns sprouted from its head, covered with broken runes. These runes were not inscribed, but constantly generated and self-erased, symbolizing the chaotic essence of "definition cannot be fixed." Its chest cavity was not solid flesh and blood, but a bottomless rift, within which countless fragments of shattered logic churned, like a furnace of destruction in operation.

It did not fully reveal its lower body. The very rules of the Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh were being crushed by its existence, transforming into twisted dark red veins and blood-red mist, lifting it into the air. With each barely perceptible breath, the causal lines of heaven and earth trembled, and some unstable fragments of rules in the distance even collapsed directly into nothingness.

What is terrifying is not the outward manifestation of power, but its very existence.

It was a kind of oppressive force that instinctively created illusions—as if it were not a newcomer, but the true master of this misty swamp, Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was merely a crack extending into the mortal world.

A hundred miles away, the disciples of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall were pale-faced, many of them not even daring to lower their heads, barely able to stabilize their souls with the aftershocks of the formation. Xiao Jinyu clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, but he felt no pain at all. His throat was dry, and he used almost all his strength to suppress the instinctive tremor.

Xi Huanluo remained standing in the same spot.

Her figure appeared tiny against the backdrop of that colossal being, yet she did not retreat a single step. The chaotic energy around her automatically dispersed, and the power of the Fallen Dawn circulated slowly like a tranquil star core. Her gaze was calm yet sharp, as if she had already anticipated this scene.

The sky Mist-Shrouded Heart-Devouring Marsh darkened completely, a tapestry of blue-purple and dark red intertwined, like an unfinished painting of calamity. The Master Soul Dominion the aliens, descended.