At that moment, the sky above the Asura Immortal Hall completely lost its concept of "height".
It wasn't that it was suppressed, but rather that the "sky itself" had been stripped of its meaning, leaving only a blank space falling.
Qu Xiangjie stood in the broken void in front of the hall, with millions of Asura disciples still fighting behind him. The protective array of the hall had collapsed, the foundation of the hall was shaking, and the entire Asura Immortal Hall was like an ancient statue pushed to the edge of a cliff, which could collapse at any time.
He finally understood—continuing to fight would only result in a more thorough slaughter.
So he closed his eyes.
In that instant, the primordial core within his body, symbolizing the "Stainless Realm - Ultimate Transcendence," began to burn in reverse.
It's not a release. It's not an outburst. It's—using the destruction of the palace as a catalyst.
He forcibly "tied" the entire Asura Immortal Hall's ley lines, beliefs, traditions, incense offerings, and history to himself with his will, using it as the fuse for the ultimate taboo.
This is telling the world: If the temple perishes, I will not exist either; if I exist, the temple must continue.
However, just as all of this was about to take shape, the Master Soul Dominion completely lost patience.
There was no announcement. No superfluous words. It simply raised its hand. At that moment, the "voice" of the entire Asura Immortal Hall battlefield was suddenly emptied.
It's not silence, but rather—even the "right to echo" has been taken away.
High in the sky, the hand moved extremely slowly as it rose; when the knuckles spread, there was no light between the fingers.
There was no torrent of energy, only a layer of almost imperceptible, Stainless ripples, like transparent water, spreading outwards from its palm.
Where the ripples passed, space was not torn apart. The laws did not collapse. Yet the world was gently wiped away as if by an invisible eraser.
The first ripple swept across the front row of Asura disciples.
They remained in their charging stance, the blades still flashing, their supernatural powers still gathering, and the roars on their faces still frozen in their mouths—
The next instant, the edges of the body began to lose focus. It didn't explode. It didn't turn to ash.
Instead, it degrades from a "clear existence" to a blurry image frame by frame, as if the resolution of reality has been forcibly reduced.
Flesh, armor, and soul began to peel away layer by layer at the same time, yet no debris was spilled.
All the "things" that are stripped away lose their definition the instant they detach from the original body, turning into a silent void.
The second ripple spread. Tens of thousands of Asura disciples paused simultaneously. Their causal threads appeared in the air for a fleeting moment—
Then, it was completely smoothed out by that ripple. There was no struggle. There was no scream.
It's as if the world suddenly realized. "These existences should no longer be calculated."
The third ripple spread out completely.
The next instant, hundreds of thousands of Asura disciples on the main battlefield of the Asura Immortal Hall simultaneously—
Annihilation. Not being knocked away. Not being crushed.
Instead, it was as if the world had simply removed them from its "list".
Their figures lost their boundaries in an instant; flesh, soul, cause and effect, and names all collapsed into a silent void, before they could even scream.
The battlefield suddenly revealed a huge, suffocating gap, as if a piece of heaven and earth had been ripped away.
"--retreat!"
The Temple Master of the Asura Divine Hall, He Xunsu, roared, forming hand seals and unleashing the Asura Dao Laws. The Deputy Temple Master, Li Xiaohong, tore through space, forcibly unfolding his black bone wings. The two of them released their strongest divine abilities almost simultaneously, attempting to block the aftershocks of this existence-level harvesting power.
But they were still a moment too slow.
The impact swept over them, and both of them coughed up blood and staggered back. Their auras plummeted, and clear cracks appeared in their souls. If it weren't for the profound power of the Asura, they would have Annihilation on the spot.
This scene completely ignited Qu Xiangjie. He opened his eyes.
There was no longer any hesitation in those eyes—the "Pure Land of Uninterrupted Pure Glazed Glass" suddenly became "clean."
A transparent domain, as flawless as crystal, slowly unfolded above the Asura Immortal Hall. It had no boundaries, no colors, and no signs of energy movement; it was as if this domain had always existed, only now being allowed to "manifest."
In this realm, change itself is judged as dust.
The blade's light froze at the moment it was unleashed. The supernatural power was frozen before it could take shape.
The roaring posture of the Logic Remnants Lord was forever frozen at the moment of opening its mouth.
All movement, reaction, and thought processes are "purified" into stillness.
Then, those solidified entities began to become transparent.
Like a shadow slowly dissolving in water, its outline fades, its meaning dissipates, and it eventually merges into this crystal-clear realm, becoming an eternal yet meaningless "background."
The Logic Remnants Lord has silently vanished from this realm.
Not death. But rather—being purified into a part of the scene. For the first time, a chilling "blank silence" appeared on the battlefield.
However, the Master Soul Dominion high in the sky only let out a cold sneer. "It's all in vain."
In the next instant, its state of existence underwent a fundamental transformation. -- "Uninterrupted Eternal Silence"
There was no expansion of domains. There was no change in space. Instead, a state of being descended.
The Master Soul Dominion itself, transformed into a "Stainless and still" singularity.
In an instant, Qu Xiangjie clearly felt that his supernatural powers were backfiring on him.
It's not a rebound of force, but rather—interaction is infection.
He tried to "sense" the Master Soul Dominion, but the part of his divine consciousness that he was trying to sense instantly froze.
He tried to "lock onto" the target, and the thread of cause and effect that he locked onto immediately came to a standstill.
Even the thought process of merely "being aware of the other's existence" is corrupted by the Stainless and absolute stillness.
The Master Soul Dominion is like a silent conceptual black hole.
Any attempt to approach, understand, attack, or remember it will drag itself into the same stagnation.
"Click--"
The Stainless essence within Qu Xiangjie's body emitted a piercing cracking sound.
His "Infernal Pure Glass" domain was directly severed from the "relationship of action," and collapsed on its own after losing its target.
The next instant, an indescribable pressure slammed head-on into the core of his being.
Qu Xiangjie's body was suddenly sent flying backward. His chest caved in, his breath broke, and blood sprayed into the void like compressed starlight.
This was a truly devastating blow. Above the Asura Immortal Hall, the glass shattered, and Hengmo descended. This war had completely plunged into an abyss of no return.
Qu Xiangjie staggered in mid-air.
Stainless blood dripped slowly down his chin, each drop exploding in the void with a ring of fine white cracks—the aftershocks of his very essence being torn apart.
He didn't bow his head, didn't adjust his breathing, and didn't even look at the outline of his nearly collapsed soul. Instead, in that instant, he forcibly condensed all his remaining will into a sound transmission, which traversed the chaotic battlefield and pierced straight into the depths of the Asura Divine Hall.
"He Xunsu." The voice was no longer loud, no longer authoritative.
Instead, it carried a sense of brokenness, as if it had been forcibly suppressed. "Be prepared."
In the distance, He Xunsu, the Lord of the Asura Divine Hall, was forced back several steps by several logical shocks. His protective aura was almost shattered, his robes had long since turned to ashes, and blood was flowing down his chest. The moment he heard this voice transmission, he was suddenly shaken.
"For my next strike, I will anchor my power... directly at the Master Soul Dominion." Qu Xiangjie's voice was low, yet every word was like a knife. "I will forcibly Cause Splitting space during the confrontation."
"You only have—two breaths." He Xunsu's pupils suddenly contracted. "Within two breaths, take your important disciples, tear through space, and go inside."
After saying this, there was a very brief pause in the transmitted voice. It wasn't hesitation.
Even Qu Xiangjie himself knew what this meant. "Otherwise—" "The Asura Immortal Hall Annihilation today."
He Xunsu clenched her teeth tightly.
His lips trembled, blood mingled with tears and streamed down his face, his eyes were bloodshot, yet he managed not to utter a single sound.
He looked up at the figure in the center of the battlefield, almost swallowed by nothingness, and felt as if something was tightly choking his throat.
He wanted to respond, but found himself unable to utter a single word.
At that moment, Qu Xiangjie had already made his move.
It's not about charging forward, not about building momentum, but about detonating.
In that instant, he personally ignited the primordial mark within his body, which symbolized the foundation of the Asura Immortal Hall.
"The Palace is destroyed as a guide." That's not the name of the spell.
Rather, it was a forbidden price sealed away by countless generations of Asura ancestors. Boom--Boom--Boom--
The protective laws of the entire Asura Immortal Hall trembled violently at the same time.
Countless array patterns emerged from the earth's veins, the dome, and the void, then began to burn in reverse, as if someone was using the entire temple's "existence weight" to forcibly buy a little more time.
The sky and earth changed color. The light no longer spread outward, but collapsed inward.
Qu Xiangjie's figure was elongated and torn apart in the collapsing light, his outline blurred, yet within this blurriness, an unprecedented power erupted—
A pure and resolute, Stainless radiance. He raised his hand.
This time, it's not a trial, but a declaration. "--All the Tracing the Light, All Are Delusions-- "
The Light of Stainlessness, like a river of time flowing backward, surged out from behind him, heading straight for the Master Soul Dominion.
The light was not intense, but it possessed a chilling, utter clarity.
Within this light, the entity Master Soul Dominion began to be dismantled layer by layer.
Its form reflects its origin—dust, debris, and regularly pieced-together fragments.
Its power was pulled back to its source—the remnants of the power of heaven and earth that it had borrowed, stolen, and forcibly seized.
Its consciousness, memory, and will—exposed one by one—are proven to be nothing more than accidental products of cause and effect.
The Light of Stainlessness kept whispering its pronouncements.
You are not real. You are merely a product of causes and conditions. Everything you firmly believe is nothing but self-constructed delusion.
At the very moment when this pursuit reached its Ultimate — Qu Xiangjie suddenly turned around, using himself as a knife, and tore it apart fiercely.
Sigh -- The causal narrative has been torn apart. It's not a spatial rift.
Rather, it is a gap that has been forcibly pried open in the narrative hierarchy.
It was an entrance to a causal narrative space beyond the fifth dimension, where unnamed light and shadow and fragmented time surged, and any existence that was even a step too slow would be directly erased into a meaningless echo.
Qu Xiangjie's body trembled violently as it was torn apart, his bones, soul, and very essence simultaneously emitting mournful cries of impending collapse.
He tilted his head back, and with his last breath, let out a sound—
A heart-wrenching roar. "Go!!" "He Xunsu!!" "Take them!!" "Go now!!!"
This roar shattered the remaining light.
It severed countless causal threads representing the Asura lineage.
Amidst the roar, Qu Xiangjie's figure was simultaneously swallowed up by the Light of Stainlessness and the Chaos Suppression.
Yet it still stood firmly in front of the Master Soul Dominion.