The Fierce Battle at the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains Escalates

"Wan He, go and help the elders stabilize the core of the formation," Qin Yu said, and Wan He moved the instant her voice fell.

Her figure swayed, as if she were pulled into another dimension, and the next moment she appeared at the core of the protective array. With a wave of her hand, a silent and cold power spread along the array patterns, stabilizing the nodes that were on the verge of collapse one by one.

"Stay calm and composed."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a final note, pulling the chaotic atmosphere back into order.

At that very moment, within the formation, more than two thousand disciples of the Chaos First Palace looked up in unison. Some were covered in blood, some had disordered breathing, but there was not a trace of retreat in their eyes.

One of the disciples roared hoarsely, his voice rife with fury. "The elders are risking their lives for us. If we retreat—would we still be worthy of being called members of the Chaos First Palace! Even if it costs us our strength and our very essence, we will swear to protect the formation to the death!"

Before he could finish speaking, the response he received was not words, but a burst of divine light erupting from the core of the entire formation.

More than two thousand streams of energy simultaneously flowed through the array patterns. Some used their Fate Soul as guides, some used their origin as bridges, and some directly burned their own cultivation, injecting their power into the core of the array without reservation. The originally dim array suddenly lit up, and layers of light curtains rolled up like a reversed galaxy. The array patterns were reorganized amidst the roar, and the cracks were forcibly stitched up.

Within the formation, light and shadow intertwined, and supernatural powers overlapped. The aura of everyone was no longer individual but was twisted into a torrent of shared life and death. The elders guarding the formation trembled violently, almost unable to believe that the formation, which had already reached its Limit, had been forcibly extended by these disciples.

Qin Yu's gaze sharpened, then he turned to Ling Liangyan, his voice low and urgent. "Elder Ling, we must get them to evacuate as soon as possible. If the Logic Remnants Lord emerge again, this place will become a complete wasteland."

Ling Liangyan took a deep breath, about to speak, when Liu Xu stepped forward, his aura suddenly rising.

"I'll keep it in check."

He didn't turn around, but his voice Steady as a Mountain: "Qin Yu, Liangyan, you are responsible for escorting the disciples to safety, as far away as possible."

Qin Yu and Ling Liangyan exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

However, the moment their vital energies separated, the Master Soul Dominion activated once again.

This time, it neither probed nor launched a scattered attack. The main soul core, which was suspended in the chaotic Sea of Qi, suddenly contracted, then expanded violently, and a shockwave that could not be defined by color, shape, or attribute suddenly swept through the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains.

The Yin-Yang Unbroken Genesis. They are without color, Formless, and without origin.

The chaotic impact did not erupt outwards, but rather "descended" directly into the bodies of all the targets. Outside the formation, the air was completely still, but inside the formation, everyone's energy stagnated at the same time, as if their Fate Soul was being held down by an invisible hand.

The array barrier emitted a piercing cracking sound in an instant. It wasn't breached, but rather negated.

The imbalance of Yin and Yang, the disorder of the Five Elements, and the failure of attribute restraint all rendered the rules upon which the formation depended completely overturned. The light barrier shattered like a broken mirror, and dozens of disciples who were already severely injured did not even have time to scream before their figures disappeared in the chaotic impact, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

More disciples of the Silent Mystery Realm groaned and staggered backward, as "Chaos Seed" were forcibly implanted into their bodies. These things were formless and intangible, yet they took root deep within their Fate Soul, frantically counteracting the operation of all their Yin and Yang attributes, causing their supernatural powers to become unbalanced, their meridians to backfire, and their Qi to become instantly disordered.

The elders protecting the formation were the first to be affected.

They were already burning their life force to maintain the formation, and now, facing the direct impact of "Yin-Yang Unbroken Genesis," they almost simultaneously coughed up blood. Some staggered, while others knelt on one knee, yet they still stubbornly held onto the formation's patterns, refusing to dissipate. The formation did not collapse, but its continuation came at the cost of their lives.

Above the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains, the chaotic Sea of Qi surged, Master Soul Dominion over all of this, looked down upon it as if gazing upon a world on the verge of decay.

The anger simmering within Liu Xu finally exploded.

In that instant, his aura was no longer suppressed, and his cultivation at the Chaos Realm · Initial Stage was unleashed without reservation. His entire being seemed to transform into a burning chaotic star core, and the earth beneath his feet in the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains collapsed layer by layer.

"Fuck you--"

He roared to the sky, his voice tearing through the chaotic air currents. His eyes were bloodshot, yet they shone with a terrifying light.

"You beast! Come at me if you dare!!"

The next moment, he suddenly clasped his hands together, his chest surging violently, and an extremely ancient and violent chaotic divine power was forcibly awakened.

"The Chaos Rift Plain: The Myriad Orders Collapse and Return"

This is Liu Xu's life-or-death divine power, based on his own chaotic foundation and centered on the principle that "the established order must return to the undetermined." In the instant he unleashes it, all the rules, attributes, and causality around him disintegrate on their own, transforming into a raging primordial chaotic tide.

The sky above the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains suddenly darkened.

It wasn't that the light disappeared, but rather that the "sense of order" between heaven and earth was forcibly erased. Liu Xu threw a punch, but there was no fist shadow. Instead, a churning chaotic primordial sea poured out from his body. Wherever it passed, space was like a torn piece of cloth, and fragments of rules were peeled off layer by layer, turning into meaningless dust that rolled back into the chaos.

This attack directly targeted the core of the Master Soul Dominion.

If it hits, even someone at the Chaos Realm · Supreme will be forcibly pulled back to the origin of "unordered" existence, temporarily losing all stable forms of existence.

However, faced with this earth-shattering blow, the Master Soul Dominion merely lowered his head slightly.

That was an almost mocking attitude.

On its enormous body, chaotic patterns slowly lit up, as if some higher-level instinct had been awakened. Then, it opened its huge mouth, but did not roar; it simply exhaled a silent breath of chaotic energy.

The "Primordial Unity Returning to Stillness Body" is not an outward display of supernatural powers, but rather a "state".

The entire body, Master Soul Dominion, instantly transforms into a perfect primordial container. Yin and Yang are no longer visible, and attributes no longer exist. All external energy, rules, and attacks, upon touching its surface, are forcibly judged as "having returned to the primordial state," and directly dissipate, assimilate, and be swallowed up.

Liu Xu's "The Myriad Orders Collapse and Return" hits head-on.

The primordial chaos surged wildly, tearing at the body Master Soul Dominion. But the seemingly world-destroying power was like a flood pouring into a bottomless abyss, without provoking any backlash. The chaotic tide spun wildly on its surface, then was swallowed up and disintegrated inch by inch, turning into the primordial energy that nourished its origin.

Liu Xu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He could clearly feel that his supernatural powers were being "digested".

Not only energy, but even the Daoist principles and logic upon which supernatural powers are based are being forcibly erased by the opponent's physical structure.

"Damn it..."

He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, his body forced back several steps by the recoil, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently.

The Master Soul Dominion simply raised its head slowly, its unfathomable chaotic eyes showing no emotional fluctuation.

At that very moment, the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains trembled once more Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.

The abyss rift, which Qin Yu had forcibly cut off and calibrated, now seemed to have been forcibly torn open by some higher will. Dense cracks appeared on the edge of the abyss, and what surged out of the cracks was no longer a single chaotic flow of air, but a dark torrent carrying the "residual narratives of the dead".

The next moment, the tide takes shape.

Hundreds and thousands of Logic Remnants Lords of different shapes and sizes. Some retained the appearance of cultivators, while others had been completely transformed into beasts and mutated. Without exception, their Fate Soul Nucleus were resonating at a low frequency, as if they had been summoned by the Master Soul Dominion.

As the tide surged, the entire Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains was submerged in a dark, chaotic, and hoarse wave of existence.

In the air, countless overlapping whispers faintly echoed, the lingering echoes of consciousness that had been occupied, copied, and erased.

Qin Yu's gaze instantly darkened. He knew—the real battle had only just begun.

The moment Qin Yu and Ling Liangyan escorted the last batch of severely injured and disordered disciples to a safe area, the world of the Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains had completely lost its original outline.

Beneath the gray sky, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss continued to churn, like a huge wound that had not yet closed, constantly oozing out a deathly and distorted aura.

Qin Yu turned around and looked at Wan He and Ling Liangyan, who were still stabilizing themselves at the edge of the battlefield. His voice was low and decisive.

"Wan He, Elder Ling —you have abducted and killed all the Logic Remnants Lord." "Elder Liu and I will hold off the Master Soul Dominion- on."

Without another word, Ling Liangyan and Wan He nodded simultaneously.

Almost instantly, the surging, dark tide behind the Master Soul Dominion completely erupted—

Large numbers of the Logic Remnants Lord, as if driven by some higher command, all changed direction and rushed madly towards the safe area where the Chaos First Palace disciples were located.

Their bodies constantly disintegrated and recombined as they ran, with the remaining cultivator forms and distorted logical structures flashing alternately. Hoarse and chaotic growls overlapped and echoed in the air, as if the entire space was speaking for them.

It was a raw, unadulterated "existential torrent".

If they are allowed to rush into the safe zone, even for a moment, the disciples' Fate Soul and karma will become new materials for replication.

Ling Liangyan's eyes turned cold. She raised her hand, her five fingers lightly stroking the air, as if plucking an invisible ancient zither.

The first note falls. (From "The Sever the Strings and Emanate Nothingness")

There was no burst of light, no roar of sound.

That single string, so light it was almost Does Not Exist, yet the moment it fell, the "connection" of the entire world abruptly broke.

The hundreds of Logic Remnants Lords at the forefront froze simultaneously. Their bodies hadn't shattered, nor had their forms changed, but in the next instant...

Their connection with heaven and earth was completely erased.

Their names are not in the Book of Cause and Effect; their records are not in the Book of Fate; their traces of reincarnation cannot be found in the Samsara Disc.

Even the fact that "they once existed" was directly erased from the bottom layer of the universe.

Those Logic Remnants Lord were as if gently wiped away from the scene by an invisible hand. There was no collapse, no remains; they simply vanished silently from the spot before everyone's eyes, leaving not even a trace of their existence.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Liangyan moved all ten fingers in unison. The second string, the third string... "The Annihilation Heavenly Sound," all seven strings resonated together.

This time, heaven and earth were no longer silent.

As the seven stringed notes spread simultaneously, the timeline of the entire Ancient Mausoleum of Shadowy Remains began to regress wildly. The rock strata on the ground rapidly degenerated into unsolidified primitive matter, the outlines of the mountains blurred and dissolved, and in the distant sky, the starlight extinguished one by one, as if it had never been lit.

The Logic Remnants Lord charging forward was swept into this countercurrent, and their bodies began to "retrograde"—

From a distorted form of existence, we retreat to fragments of logic that have not yet been fully invaded;

Returning to the chaotic remnants of cause and effect; ultimately, even the "reasons that were created" themselves are pulled back to before their birth.

Vast swathes of dark, torrent-like energy collapsed directly amidst the echoing seven strings, transforming into a blank, primordial region.

And just as the aftershocks of the string music had barely faded— Wan He also stirred.

She took a step forward, her longsword not aimed at any specific target, but instead pierced straight into the space in front of her.

"Logic Collapse: Chaos." The moment the sword intent entered the world, it was as if a wrong "annotation" was forcibly written into the heavens and earth.

In the air, countless regular runes that should have existed stably suddenly appeared, only to collapse and peel off in the next instant.

These shattered formulas did not dissipate, but were forcibly condensed into dark, chaotic crystals that floated in mid-air.

Inside the crystal, the rules are lamenting.

A low, distorted, and incomprehensible logical vibration spread outwards, causing cause and effect to become inconsistent, space to lose its sense of front and back, and the power to be released to the point that it was impossible to confirm whether it had actually happened.

The Logic Remnants Lord that rushed into this area instantly plunged it into a state of "absurdity."

Their attacks precede their actions, and are then negated before they are completed;

They attempted to replicate the Fate Soul, only to find that the act of "replication" itself had lost its definition;

Their existence was intact one moment, but in the next, it was torn apart by the backlash of its own logic.

The disintegration did not stop in this area.

Anti-logic spreads like a virus, infecting adjacent spaces. The moment more Logic Remnants Lord stepped into this realm, their bodies were devoured by the chaotic crystals, emitting a silent annihilation shock. Even the remaining narrative structures were permanently contaminated, making them impossible for the abyss to recover.

In just a few breaths, the Logic Remnants Lord that was originally surging towards the safe zone was forcibly cut off by more than half.

A clear "fault line" appeared at the edge of the gloomy battlefield.

That was a desolate void left behind after the sounds of music had been erased and logic had collapsed.

Outside this airspace, the surviving Logic Remnants Lord exhibited noticeable sluggishness and confusion for the first time.

They stopped charging forward and instinctively avoided the two figures.

Ling Liangyan stood in the void, the lingering sound of the seven strings still echoing between heaven and earth;

Wan He stood with her sword in hand, the chaotic crystals slowly rotating around her, devouring the still struggling fragments of rules.

The safe zone has stabilized for the time being. In the distance, the aura of the Master Soul Dominion is slowly rising.