The Thought Severance Devouring Emperor Reappears

Within the causal rift, the narrative channel above the fifth dimension is collapsing.

It wasn't a spatial collapse, but rather a sign that "the story itself was being erased." Light and shadow shattered into incomprehensible fragments, and time at the entrance presented a bizarre spectacle of three states coexisting simultaneously: reverse flow, freezing, and displacement. Any existence that hesitated for even a moment would be directly swept into "the unwritten void."

He Xunsu stood before the entrance. His hands were trembling. Not from fear, but from the collapse of Limit.

Behind him stood the Vice Hall Master, Li Xiaohong, his disciples Zhao Mengyun and Li Zhi'en, two direct disciples, and three core elders—each of them stained with blood, their protective aura shattered, yet they were still desperately trying to maintain their formation.

Behind them lay the burning foundation of the entire Asura Immortal Hall.

He Xunsu turned around. He saw it. He saw the figure standing at the boundary between the Stainless Light and the Chaos Suppression.

The Ancestor of the Asura Divine Hall – Qu Xiangjie.

His body was no longer complete; his right arm had been smoothed out by the rules, and the primordial structure inside his chest cavity was directly visible as it shattered. The outline of his soul had been torn into several layers, like a lingering shadow that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Yet he still stood there, like a broken gun stuck in the spine of the world.

He Xunsu's eyes instantly turned red, and tears could no longer be held back, rolling down her cheeks.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. At that very moment—

High in the sky, the being that had always looked down upon everything finally erupted in utter fury.

The Master Soul Dominion slowly raised its hand. It was just an extremely simple movement.

There was no aura of power spreading, no energy fluctuations, and not even any spatial anomalies.

But the moment its fingers were raised to its chest—the world lost its color.

Colors are not obscured, but rather their meaning is forcibly stripped away. The sky fades to a deathly white, the earth sinks to a gray-black, and even light itself seems to have lost the right to "illuminate," leaving only a cold, icy outline.

The voice of the Master Soul Dominion no longer came from the outside world, but resounded directly from the depths of each physical body: "--Trying to escape?" "--Dream on."

The next instant, it slowly raised its right hand and uttered the "Thought Severance Body-Eroding Slaughter.

It started. There was no explosion, no shockwave. Only—a thread of thought.

Countless fine, hair-like ink-black lines slowly seeped out from the Master Soul Dominion's body, like the deathly aura flowing from the wounds of the world. They trembled gently in the air, without a sound of wind, yet all who saw them felt their souls instinctively shudder.

The gray-white death ray spread out from the center Master Soul Dominion. The air solidified, and the earth silently cracked.

All sound was completely silenced in that instant. The next breath.

The Master Soul Dominion its fingertips, flicked its wrist slightly. The ink-black strands of thought vanished—not by flying, but by directly traversing them.

They bypassed distance, space, and defenses, appearing directly on the surface of the bodies of the retreating Asura Immortal Hall troops.

A faint red light suddenly shone. Zhao Mengyun's eyes widened abruptly.

She looked down and saw a blood-red meridian diagram being forcibly "drawn" beneath her skin—a trace of her lifelong obsession, brutally pulled to the surface of reality by supernatural powers.

She wanted to scream, but found that her vocal cords had already turned into dust in an instant.

The excruciating pain didn't come from the outside; it was a backlash from every heartbeat of her past desires, ambitions, schemes, and cold-bloodedness.

The skin began to crack from the fingertips. What seeped from the cracks was not blood, but a transparent aura of obsession, which was swallowed up strand by strand by strand of thought.

Her bones began to make a fine cracking sound. Not breaking, but dissolving.

Her consciousness was locked firmly within her body, and she clearly "saw" herself disappearing.

At the same time, Li Zhi'en and the three core elders were all entangled in mental threads.

The physical body disintegrates. Obsessions are torn out. Inch by inch. Inescapable. Irreversible.

He Xunsu let out a nearly hoarse roar, "--No!!!"

Just as the threads of thought were about to completely engulf them and Li Xiaohong--

Qu Xiangjie moved. He wasn't casting a spell; he went mad.

The last vestiges of his Asura essence were forcibly ignited, and he became like a star about to go out but refusing to fall, bursting forth with Ultimate Stainless blood light.

Forbidden supernatural powers were unleashed in succession. He tore apart the deepest layers of restrictions in the Asura Immortal Hall, layer by layer.

Not for victory, but to buy time. "Go!"

Qu Xiangjie's roar tore through the heavens and earth. His body began to slowly dissipate under the erosion of the mental threads, his skin turning to light, his bones turning to dust, and his essence being stripped away bit by bit.

But at that moment—a figure, moving in the opposite direction of the retreat, suddenly turned around.

Li Xiaohong, the deputy temple master of the Asura Divine Hall, did not hesitate, did not look back, and did not say goodbye.

But to everyone's astonishment, he stepped out of the causal rift and turned to stand in front of Qu Xiangjie.

He laughed. A laugh that was utterly devastating. "Ancestor," he said, "This blow, I will bear with you."

The next instant— Chaos Realm, Mid-Tier Origin. Total self-destruction. Rumble—!!!! It wasn't an explosion, but the collapse of an entire level of existence.

Space was torn to shreds, the strands of thought were forcibly dispersed, and the gray-white death light that the Master Soul Dominion caused the first disruption.

Light and darkness reverse. A turbulent current of cause and effect sweeps across the world, and in this moment, utter madness erupts from the gray and white heavens and earth.

That was the result of the world being forcibly "rewritten" after the Master Soul Dominion raised its hand.

The moment the "Thought Severance Body-Eroding Slaughter" was fully unleashed, an extremely eerie pause occurred in the world—

The wind stopped, the light stopped, and even the collapsing spatial rifts froze into static cross-sections in that instant.

Then... Boom! It wasn't a sound, but the sheer force of the fall itself.

It was as if a page of the entire Void Obliteration Domain had been forcefully torn from the Book of Epochs.

The gray-white death ray, Master Soul Dominion, fell vertically from the palm, transforming into a "silent pillar" that pierced through heaven and earth. Within the pillar, there was no energy flow, only countless layers of "erasure judgment" frantically operating.

The moment the pillar touched the Asura Immortal Hall —space itself died first.

The palaces, mountain gates, and array patterns did not collapse, but rather disappeared smoothly from the picture as if erased by an eraser, without even a moment to generate dust.

Then—life began to fail one by one. The remaining hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall froze at that moment.

Their protective aura did not break because they had lost the meaning of "having a protective object".

The inky black threads of thought flowed like a silent torrent, permeating every physical body. Obsession was forcibly ripped out. It wasn't just one person's obsession.

Instead--

The Asura Immortal Hall sect, with its accumulated killing intent, beliefs, glory, hatred, and vows over millions of years, was pulled into the real world all at once, transforming into countless painful afterimages of light and shadow, struggling wildly in the air.

The next instant, the body began to collapse. Skin turned to dust, bones turned to ash, blood evaporated, and the soul was stripped away but not allowed to leave.

The screams were silent. Only a silent, open mouth remained, frozen in time as an eternal image of terror in the gray world.

Ji Zhang's Reverse Structure - Fen Lin attempted to escape the instant his thoughts entangled. His figure had just stepped into the void—

The physical body, however, was "judged as still within the interaction range" halfway through. The strands of thought curled back.

His entire body was wiped out in mid-air, reduced to a broken gray line, and even his struggle was refused to be recorded by the world.

Li Wantong, the direct disciple of the Clear Origin Heavenly Palace. She didn't even have time to form a hand seal.

The moment the thought touched her body, all her understanding of Daoist magic simultaneously failed, and her physical body began to become transparent from her heart, like a painting being soaked in water.

She saw her hands disappear. She also saw the "meaning" of her existence being stripped away layer by layer by the world.

In the end, she turned into a barely perceptible gray dot, flickering three times.

Annihilation. And at the very center of all this— Qu Xiangjie, the patriarch of the Asura Divine Hall. He stood directly beneath the Pillar of Destruction.

The Light of Stainlessness burned wildly on his body, but was directly suppressed by layers of "Thought Severance judgment". His body was being deleted frame by frame.

The right leg disappeared before the left leg, the chest cavity emptied, and the heart stopped beating, yet consciousness was forcibly maintained.

He saw it. He saw the last disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall being wiped out piece by piece.

Seeing the explosion of Vice Hall Master Li Xiaohong's essence, a brief but dazzling crack appeared in the gray-white world.

That was the last time in this era that the light disobeyed.

Boom! This time, it was a real explosion.

Li Xiaohong's Chaos Realm · Middle Stage self-destructed, forcibly tearing open a corner of the Master Soul Dominion rules that suppressed it.

That corner lasted for less than a breath. But it was enough.

Qu Xiangjie used his last bit of consciousness to turn the crack into an evacuation anchor point.

"Go! Go now!!"

His roar was no longer just a sound, but the very essence of his burning will. The next instant...

The crack closed. He Xunsu gritted his teeth, formed hand seals, and forcibly stepped into the causal narrative entrance with Zhao Mengyun, Li Zhi'en, and the three core elders.

The rift closed instantly. The world fell into deathly silence. He Xunsu and the others were forcibly dragged into a super five-dimensional channel outside the causal narrative.

And in the last frame when the channel was closed—that's what they saw.

Qu Xiangjie's body completely turned into dust. Even his identity as "Ancestor" was erased from the world's memory.

The Master Soul Dominion raised his hand. The gray-white, silent pillar slowly receded. Heaven and earth returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had ever happened. All that remained was the completely flattened ruins of the Asura Immortal Hall.

There were no corpses, no lingering souls, no echoes of memory. It was as if a place called "Asura Immortal Hall" had never existed here.

Of those who escaped, only He Xunsu, the master of the Asura Divine Hall, his direct disciples Zhao Mengyun and Li Zhi'en, and a few core elders remained.

This era— the Asura Immortal Hall —was utterly Annihilation and erased.

Above the ruins of the Asura Immortal Hall, the world still lingers in the gray aftershocks of that Ultimate erasure.

The fractured mountain ridge resembles a stroke of a brush that has been smoothed out. The once towering temple is now just a flat, shapeless surface, as if no buildings, civilizations, or concepts of "sects" should have existed here in the first place.

The Master Soul Dominion hovered high in the sky. He didn't pursue, but coldly watched the now-closed rift in the causal narrative.

There, the presence of He Xunsu and others is being rapidly "rationalized and deleted" by the world, like dust blown away by the wind.

"Escape?" His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed repeatedly in the empty space. "Hmph." "I'll see where you... can escape to."

The next instant, his figure slowly sank. Not falling, but heaven and earth making way for him.

He landed at the very center of the Asura Immortal Hall —the core of the protective array and the gathering point of the sect's fortune, now only a blank circle with its patterns erased remains.

The Master Soul Dominion stood still. Then—he slowly raised his hands. It wasn't a gesture of casting a spell, but more like a declaration.

Arms outstretched, palms facing upwards. At that moment, no light erupted from heaven and earth, but an even more bizarre change occurred—the rules began to bow.

The order runes in the air disintegrated on their own, the logical chains loosened and broke, the flow of time became inconsistent, and the cause-and-effect relationship of history developed subtle but irreparable misalignments.

It was as if the entire Asura Immortal Hall ruins had been forcibly extracted from the "default logic of the world's operation."

The voice of the Master Soul Dominion was deep and solemn, carrying an almost pious calmness. It was not a spell.

It was more like a "report" to some supreme being. Then—he slowly bent his knees. One knee touched the ground. At that moment, the heavens and earth trembled.

It wasn't because of power, but because of a change in rank.

Almost simultaneously, all the remaining Logic Remnants Lord around the ruins, regardless of their strength or form, stopped moving.

Then—they all knelt down. There were no orders. There was no hesitation. It was as if "kneeling" itself was their default state of being.

The next instant, boom—the sky trembled. Not shattered, but forcibly "unfolded".

The sky is no longer a singular spatial concept, but rather reveals layers upon layers of a deeper structure.

Rules are flipping, logic is collapsing, and narrative symbols, like torn pages of a book, are fluttering in the air.

Language fails. Power and ideology lose their anchor.

Time no longer flows linearly; history begins to exhibit self-negating cycles.

The boundary between subject and self becomes blurred, and space is no longer a "place" but a commentary that can be rewritten at any time.

At the center of all this, a figure slowly appeared.

They didn't arrive by leaping through the air. They didn't tear through space.

Rather—it was as if he had always been there, but Pre-Nonbeing.

The moment he appeared, the colors of heaven and earth shifted once more, no longer gray and white.

Rather, it possesses a deep and calm luster interwoven with a blend of deep blue and silvery white.

It was a man.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like moonlight, with a shimmering light like a sea of stars flowing between the strands, each strand carrying an indescribable sense of order; her forehead was adorned with an ancient, divine-like decoration, exquisite yet cold, as if it had existed since the dawn of civilization.

His face was almost perfect. It wasn't a sharp, handsome look, but a kind of beauty that transcended gender and emotion.

His pale skin appeared almost transparent under the eerie blue light, and his lips, though pale, were almost too striking to look at directly. Most unsettling of all were his eyes—scarlet, yet not menacing.

It's like the color of indifference and pity that has settled down after overlooking countless eras.

That's not hatred of life, but indifference to "existence itself".

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the kneeling Master Soul Dominion. The entire world fell silent at that moment.

The Thought Severance Devouring Emperor Severed Thought Realm · Middle Stage. No fluctuations are needed. Because—his very existence is a "definition".

The Asura Immortal Hall was merely a page in his plan that was gently erased.