Devouring Fate Souls in the Depths of the Shadowy Remains
The gray mist deep within the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains seemed to be drawn by some invisible consciousness, churning and growing thicker and more viscous, as if even time itself was slowed down. Ling Liangyan and Liu Xu stood on a hidden high place, watching as the last of the Azure Nether Immortal Sect's Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme Elders was torn apart by several logical rifts. Before the light of the Dao Foundation Collapse had completely dissipated, that broken body was completely enveloped by the dark Logic Fate Soul. The bones were silently reshaped, the flesh was twisted and solidified, and the familiar aura was quickly smoothed out, covered, and rewritten, ultimately transforming into one of the countless Logic Remnants Lord around him.
The entire Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains fell into a suffocating silence, followed by an even denser and more unified logical resonance. The original dense array of Remnants Lord suddenly expanded in number, with more than a thousand new figures slowly rising, their movements neat and stiff, like puppets guided by the same will, completely devouring even the remaining azure energy in the air.
Liu Xu's face appeared unusually pale under the gray mist. His throat tightened slightly, and his voice carried undisguised shock and chill. "So that's how it is... No wonder the number of Logic Remnants Lord within this Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains is so terrifying. They're not simply gathering; they're constantly 'reproducing.'" His gaze was fixed on the dense, dark mass of figures below. "Each time a cultivator is killed, they directly occupy the Fate Soul and body, transforming into a new Logic Remnants Lord. This isn't a war of attrition; it's..." He trailed off, his voice lowering, "... an infinite expansion."
Ling Liangyan's gaze was equally grave. She slowly exhaled, her fingertips tightening slightly within her sleeve. "It's fortunate we didn't reveal ourselves rashly." Her eyes swept back and forth across the dark, swirling waves, a chill running through her. "Otherwise, everything we did would only be providing them with new containers. The higher their cultivation level, the better the 'material' they become."
Just as the two were talking in hushed tones, a subtle yet rapid fluctuation of energy came from behind them. The disciples who had been sent back earlier had returned, leading more than two thousand cultivators at the peak of the Silent Mystery Realm · Peak, quietly approaching. Their dense and steady aura spread out behind the tree line, but not a single one dared to advance rashly. The expressions of the many elders and disciples froze almost simultaneously the moment they saw the scene inside the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains. Even those who had been through countless battles felt an instinctive fear in the face of this sight.
Ling Liangyan turned around, her gaze sweeping over everyone, her tone heavier than ever before, "Elders, the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains is no longer an area we can confront head-on and Annihilation with sheer force." She pointed to the gray, surging sea of beings, "No matter how many disciples come, for every one killed by the Logic Remnants Lord, they will gain another being of the same level. This isn't combat; it's constantly supplying them with bodies and Fate Soul."
Liu Xu nodded slowly, his brows furrowed, his voice low and hoarse, "Yes, even if we try our best to Annihilation them, we can never catch up with their speed of occupation and transformation. Continuing to fight head-on will only cause this area to spiral out of control completely, and may even backfire on the entire Void Obliteration Domain."
Silence spread among them, and no one dared to suggest a hasty attack. Deep within the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains, the countless Logic Remnants Lord stood silently, as if waiting, calculating, and expanding in silence. For the first time, the people of the Chaos First Palace clearly realized that they were no longer facing a single powerful enemy, but a calamity logic that fueled the cultivators themselves.
The gray mist outside the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains surged endlessly, like a huge wound that could close at any moment. Ling Liangyan's expression calmed down completely at this moment. She no longer looked at the dense, still slowly writhing Logic Remnants Lord, but slowly raised her right hand, her fingertips pausing in the void for a moment, as if weighing some extremely subtle connection.
"Elder Liu," her voice was low and steady, "Perhaps I should try contacting Guest Elder Qin Yu."
Liu Xu was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what he meant, and a long-lost hope suddenly lit up in his eyes. He nodded emphatically, "That's right! That kid Qin Yu... his understanding of logic, causality, and the chain of existence is beyond the comprehension of common sense. He must be able to see the key nodes Logic Remnants Lord occupy the Fate Soul."
Ling Liangyan said nothing more. She slowly closed her eyes, and her aura stopped radiating outwards. Instead, it gradually receded inwards, as if compressing her existence into a stable causal anchor point. Deep within her sea of consciousness, an extremely hidden causal network was gently touched. It was neither a spell nor a supernatural power, but a causal resonance that naturally formed between her and Qin Yu during their battles, life-and-death struggles, deductions, and choices in Yuan Xu's final work, "The Bookless Ruins."
It was a not-so-bright, yet extremely resilient thread of logic, traversing the chaotic battlefield of the Void Obliteration Domain, passing through countless torn layers of rules, bypassing the interference left by the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, and trembling slightly under the guidance of her will. Ling Liangyan's consciousness extended forward along this causal logic, without forcibly calling out or uttering any explicit words, but simply projecting the core information of "Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains," "Infinite Occupation," and "Transformation of the Logic Remnants Lord" in the most primitive and purest way of causal perception, waiting for a response from the other side.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield in the Void Obliteration Domain, heaven and earth were being completely torn apart.
In a space interwoven with darkness and chaos, rules fell like shattered mirrors, layer upon layer. A Master Soul Dominion conventional measurement, hovered between the broken heavens and earth. Its form was unstable, its physical body and nothingness constantly intertwined, yin and yang were indistinguishable, existence and Does Not Exist coexisted within it, and with each breath, the surrounding rules collapsed and reorganized.
Qin Yu in the center of the battlefield, the earth beneath his feet long since lost its complete form, chaotic energy surging within the cracks. His aura was not ostentatious, yet it was like a nail firmly driven into reality, forcibly preventing this battlefield from completely sliding into the abyss of chaos. To his left and right, two fellow Daoists at the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme deployed their formations one in front and one behind, one focusing on the causal blockade, and the other maintaining the stability of the realm. The auras of the three interlocked, barely managing to maintain a line of confrontation before this Chaos Realm · Middle Stage Master Soul Dominion.
The low-pitched fluctuations of the Master Soul Dominion spread out, and the power of Chaos's First Birth, like an invisible tide, repeatedly washed over the three's realms. It did not rush to crush them, but slowly probed, testing the Limit of their logical capacity, testing which point of cause and effect would collapse first. Space was distorted and stretched under its will, time seemed to be kneaded into irregular fragments, and even the trajectory of supernatural powers began to deviate.
Qin Yu took a step forward, and the Realm Splitting beneath his feet suddenly settled into order. With a wave of his hand, Annihilation and reconstruction proceeded in parallel, precisely severing a devouring logic emanating from the Master Soul Dominion. In that instant, the chaotic energy flowed like a cleaved undercurrent, briefly losing its direction, but was then drawn back by a deeper layer of disorder. On the other side, the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme groaned as a rift was torn open in his domain. Before the blood could even touch the ground, it was swallowed by the chaos, blurring even the traces of cause and effect.
"It's learning." Qin Yu's voice was calm and deep, carrying clearly through the battlefield. "Don't try to outlast it; it will memorize, absorb, and reuse all repetitive logic."
Before he could finish speaking, a slight tremor suddenly rippled deep within his sea of consciousness. It was neither hostility nor an external attack, but rather a very familiar and restrained causal trigger, as if someone from a great distance had cautiously struck his anchor point of existence. Qin Yu's gaze narrowed slightly for a moment, but the power of Annihilation in his hand did not falter in the slightest. Instead, it used the momentum to suppress the Master Soul Dominion, forcefully pushing it back into the depths of chaos.
He had already sensed it.
The Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains, the ever-expanding Logic Remnants Lord, was clearly and coldly emerging in his sea of consciousness through Ling Liangyan's causal resonance.
Deep within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness, the causal resonance drawn by Ling Liangyan was still trembling slightly. The information coming from the direction of the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains was not a specific image, but an extremely strange "sense of existence"—as if countless Fate Soul that should have ended were forcibly tied to a wrong logical chain, and death was no longer the end point, but instead became a new starting point.
That wasn't just simple devouring; it was a forced alteration of "becoming." If allowed to spread, the entire Void Obliteration Domain would be dragged into an infinitely increasing, distorted existence. Qin Yu's gaze turned utterly cold in an instant. Without the slightest hesitation, he looked up and stared directly at the Chaos Realm · Middle Stage Master Soul Dominion in front of him, which was still slowly churning and constantly testing the limits of the three of them. His voice was low and resolute, "We can't delay any longer. The battle here is meaningless. Fellow Daoists, let's unleash our Ultimate divine abilities and completely Annihilation it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two supreme experts of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme beside him didn't hesitate at all. One took a deep breath, and his Dao Foundation resonated loudly. The other stepped forward and fully expanded his own domain. The auras of the three of them merged in an instant, as if three different logics of existence had been forcibly calibrated to the same frequency. The Chaos Master Soul Dominion also seemed to sense the fatal threat at this moment. The disordered fluctuations around him suddenly surged, and the Devouring Logic overflowed wildly, trying to tear apart the foundations of the three of them.
In that instant, Qin Yu moved.
He made no unnecessary movements, simply raising his hand slowly. "Void Source: Dream Stillness," his will fully unfolding deep within his consciousness. It wasn't a mere manipulation of a technique, but a declaration of "the end itself." Nothingness collapsed around him, the boundaries of reality blurred, and three absolute domains silently expanded in the same instant— the Void Source Domain descended without form, stripping away the definition of the very foundation of all existence; the Realm of the Unborn followed, forcibly pulling back all causes and effects—those yet to happen, those already happened, and those that might happen—to their origin, which was "not allowed to be born"; and finally, the Domain of Annihilation closed, compressing all concepts of struggle, resistance, and devouring into a line about to return to zero.
At the intersection of the three domains, an indescribable and imperceptible "Existence Zero Point" quietly takes shape.
"In my name, I declare the end." Qin Yu's voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to resonate directly at the source of all laws, "Return to the Unending."
At midnight, a slight tremor occurred. There was no light, no sound, no feedback that could be called an anomaly. Yet, the colossal body Master Soul Dominion completely lost its ability to be described at this moment. Its past was erased, its present lost its anchor, and its future no longer had the possibility of unfolding. The logic of devouring had not yet completed its counterattack before it was deleted at its root. Even the concept of "having once attempted to devour" itself fell silent. It did not shatter, nor did it dissipate. It was simply dismantled into unnameable fragments of light at the intersection of the three realms, and then even the meaning of the fragments of light was taken back, as if heaven and earth had never allowed it to exist from the beginning.
At the same moment, the two fellow Daoists beside Qin Yu also detonated their Ultimate Dao fruits. One clasped his hands together, and the realm behind him transformed into an inverted, Nameless celestial monument. As the monument's shadow fell, all remaining chaotic fluctuations were forcibly sealed into an "irretrievable" causal layer, never to echo again. The other directly burned away a segment of his predetermined destiny, transforming into a silent boundary line that stretched across the battlefield.
Wherever the boundary line passed, any lingering echoes of existence that had not yet completely dissipated were severed and reduced to zero, leaving no room for reversal. The three Ultimate powers closed simultaneously, completely erasing this Chaos Realm · Middle Stage Master Soul Dominion from the logical level of the Void Obliteration Domain.
The battlefield suddenly fell silent. The chaotic tide receded, and the shattered rules collapsed and reset on their own, as if the great battle that had just been powerful enough to Realm-Splitting Domain was merely an unrecorded illusion.
Qin Yu withdrew his hand, his aura receding once more. He turned to look at Wan He, who was not far away, working alongside other cultivators from the Void Obliteration Domain to kill thousands of Logic Remnants Lords. "Let's go, Wan He."
Wan He didn't ask any more questions, she just nodded. The two of them quickly left the area that had lost its meaning of fighting and sped toward the direction of the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains. In front of them, the desolate land occupied by countless Logic Remnants Lord was quietly waiting for the arrival of the one who could truly sever the root of "occupation-conversion".