After the Soul Domination completely disappeared, the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss fell into an unnatural silence. The wind stopped. The dust ceased to fall.
Even the space itself seemed to be holding its breath.
Qin Yu stood still, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword hanging at his side, a trace of the lingering, No Definition glow still clinging to its blade. He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the fractured earth and the mountain of withered bones, landing ten meters in the air—where the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was still slowly rotating.
The pitch-black rift resembled an unclosed eye, its edges constantly seeping chaotic streams of gray light; within the abyss, countless fragmented pieces of order rubbed against, overlapped, and shifted, emitting a low, piercing hum. Thousands of figures lingered around the rift—
Logic Remnants Lord.
They have lost their ruler, yet they still instinctively swim around the abyss. Their bodies are half-real and half-illusory, their limbs pieced together from broken rules. Their eyes are empty, yet they faintly reveal a greedy thirst for "nourishment."
Qin Yu glanced at them coldly. There was no disgust, no anger, only an almost indifferent confirmation. The next moment, he stepped into the air.
Without any leverage or burst of energy beneath his feet, it was as if the act of "ascending" itself needed no reason. Space unfolded naturally beneath his feet, and step by step, he rose to a position directly opposite the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.
Ten meters. Five meters. Three meters.
The abyss's rotation began to become disordered.
Those Logic Remnants Lord seemed to finally realize the danger, letting out a silent howl as their broken bodies writhed wildly, trying to retreat into the abyss.
However—it was too late.
Qin Yu hovered above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss.
The sound of the wind had vanished sometime ago, and the world seemed to have been stripped away from the realm of sound, leaving only the most primitive spatial outline. Ten meters above, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss still existed, like a black wound embedded in the skin of the world, slowly rotating, with chaotic gray causal mist constantly seeping from its edges.
Beneath the abyss, beside it, and above it—thousands of Logic Remnants Lord still linger.
Their bodies were pieced together from fragmented rules and broken concepts, their limbs flickering between "real" and "fictional," their eyes empty yet fixed on Qin Yu, like wild beasts waiting for one last chance to tear him apart.
Qin Yu didn't look at them.
His gaze remained fixed solely on the abyss itself. "So that's how it is..."
He spoke in a low voice, his words ringing out clearly in the still air. "The premise for your existence was flawed from the very beginning."
The next moment, Qin Yu slowly raised his right hand. It wasn't about gathering power, nor was it about guiding; it was more like confirming a fact that had already been destined.
He stood in the air, his robes fluttering without wind, not because of air currents, but because of a higher level of "existential fluctuation". The Silent Origin Stainless Sword resonated at a low frequency beside him, the edges of its dark silver blade blurring and overlapping, as if it was actively giving way to the dominant position.
Because—true endings don't require swords. Qin Yu spoke. "In my name."
In that instant, the colors of the entire Withered Bones Fallen Abyss began to fade. Not darken, but rather were redefined.
The sky has lost its "sky" nature, the earth is no longer recognized as "earth," and even the sense of direction—up, down, left, and right—has become blurred, as if the world has been dismantled back to a state of "not yet named."
Qin Yu's voice continued, "Announcement—Final One." Void Source, Dream Stillness. No explosion. No beam of light.
There wasn't even any "energy diffusion." But—existence itself began to recede.
The three absolute domains unfold simultaneously, but they do not overlap in space; instead, they directly cover the "level of existence."
The first level, the Void Source Domain. The Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss suddenly trembled.
Inside the rift, the "logical framework" that sustained its existence began to collapse. The abyss's rotation suddenly went out of control, and large fragments of broken rules appeared at the edges, as if being ripped away piece by piece by an invisible hand. The dark mist lost its source and turned into meaningless, floating, noisy shadows.
The second level Realm of the Unborn. All Logic Remnants Lord simultaneously exhibit violent anomalies.
Their bodies began to "regress"—not in time, but in their very existence.
Some of the Remnants Lord degenerated into unformed probabilistic light and shadow, while others' heads became blurry conceptual outlines, as if they were merely "possible ideas" from the very beginning. They tried to roar and attack, but found that the concept of "action" could no longer be realized in them.
The third level, the Domain of Annihilation. Zero point, creation.
It wasn't a point of light, but rather an imperceptible absence of location.
The first Logic Remnants Lord was touched by the zero point. There was no death. There was no struggle.
Its existence is directly decomposed into "hypotheses that never existed," simultaneously revoked at four levels: form, causality, memory, and possibility. It does not dissipate.
Instead, the world immediately "corrected" it, like a line of text that shouldn't have appeared in the first place, silently deleted.
The second statue. The third statue. The tenth statue. The hundredth statue...
Thousands of Logic Remnants Lord, were successively swallowed up in this silent end.
Before they could even fall, their existence was smoothed out layer by layer in the air, leaving not even a trace of "Emptiness".
Meanwhile, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss began to completely collapse.
Numerous afterimages of reverse flow emerged from within the rift: swallowed causal chains, pulled fragments of the world, and countless historical coordinates serving as conduits.
They were stripped away one by one and sent to the "Existence Zero Point," where they were completely reduced to zero at the intersection of the Unborn and the Annihilation. The edge of the abyss began to curl inward. It did not close.
Instead, it denies the fact that it "once opened." In the end, only a very thin gray-white crack remains, briefly flashing in the air.
The next instant—not even a flicker was allowed—the crack vanished. The sky was restored to its original state.
Above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, there is no longer the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, no longer the Logic Remnants Lord, and no longer any trace of erosion. Even heaven and earth themselves, after a brief hesitation, chose to accept this outcome, as if all of this had never happened.
Qin Yu slowly lowered his right hand. The resonance of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword subsided.
He stood in the air, looking down at the desolate land, his expression calm, without the emotions of a victor, only a cool confirmation.
This battlefield of the Void Obliteration Domain has been completely cleared. Even the description of "cleared" is gradually losing its meaning.
Before Qin Yu could turn around and leave, the sky Withered Bones Fallen Abyss instantly lost its stability.
It's not tearing apart, it's oscillation.
It was a tremor that exceeded the carrying capacity of space itself, as if some being had simultaneously "landed" in a higher dimension, forcing the world below to adjust synchronously.
Above the sky, the previously restored spatial layer suddenly revealed a large number of irregular folds. These folds did not follow any geometric laws, but were like a piece of paper that had been crumpled and forcibly unfolded, with layers overlapping and intersecting each other.
Qin Yu paused, his eyes narrowing instantly. "... Irregular interference beyond the fifth dimension?"
His gaze was fixed on the depths of the sky. Those strange phenomena were not an outflow of energy, but rather a symptom of the instability of dimensional projection.
"Could it be..." Qin Yu muttered to himself, " that the Void Source: Dream Stillness has triggered a higher level of existence, causing unknown beings to arise?" The thought hadn't even settled...
Boom--! Boom--! Boom--! Boom--! Boom--!
It wasn't thunder, but a deafening roar as space was forcibly ruptured and unfolded. The entire sky seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible giant hand; the edges of the rift weren't dark, but rather displayed a near-transparent, high-dimensional interference luster, with structural afterimages of things not belonging to this realm constantly flashing within.
Six figures stepped out from the rift.
They did not "descend," but rather seemed to merge into this world from another pre-existing dimension. Space beneath their feet automatically reorganized, and the shattered sky quickly stabilized, as if the strange phenomenon just now was merely the price the world paid to welcome them.
Qin Yu's gaze swept over the six people in an instant. The next moment, his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. -- Judging from their attire, they were actually people from the Asura Immortal Hall.
That aura was familiar to him. It was cold, harsh, and oppressive, carrying the weight of long-term judgments and bloody consequences.
Among the six people were elders and protectors, but a figure standing to the side and in front made Qin Yu pause for a moment.
Zhao Mengyun. The fifth direct disciple of the Asura Immortal Hall.
The moment the space stabilized completely, the other person's gaze fell on Qin Yu. Her expression faltered for a moment, then a clear look of confirmation appeared on her face.
"It's you." The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in this desolate, Withered Bones Fallen Abyss.
The other five glanced sideways, their expressions varied—some doubtful, some scrutinizing—but none immediately made a move. The man standing at the front slowly turned around.
He wore the standard robes of the main hall of the Asura Immortal Hall, his aura deep and unfathomable. Even without deliberately releasing it, the surrounding space showed signs of slight collapse. This was the passive effect on the world caused by Chaos Realm · Supreme expert's long-term presence at a high level.
He Xunsu, the master of the Asura Immortal Hall.
His gaze fell on Zhao Mengyun, his tone calm yet imposing. "What, Mengyun, do you know this person?"
Before Zhao Mengyun could speak, an old man with a deep aura and sharp eyes took half a step forward. The Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme emanating from him were made no attempt to conceal them at this moment, clearly indicating that he had locked onto Qin Yu.
"It's him." The old man's voice was deep, tinged with disbelief. "That person from the Annihilation Dragon Abyss Association. I've seen his image on the wanted posters."
As he said this, his gaze suddenly sharpened. "But the records at the time show that he was Only Book Realm."
After a brief pause, the old man's voice became more solemn. "Now... he has actually reached the Silent Mystery Realm · Peak."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air noticeably tightened. He Xunsu's gaze finally turned completely to Qin Yu.
It wasn't a simple scrutiny, but a gaze with a deep sense of exploration. The perception of the Chaos Realm · Supreme was like an invisible tide, attempting to touch the boundary of Qin Yu's existence, but was quietly deflected by some "unwritten" structure the moment it got close.
He Xunsu's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
The next moment, as if remembering something, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his voice lowered. "... I know him."
These words startled everyone present. He Xunsu spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. "His name is— Qin Yu."
Hearing the name come from the other person's mouth, Qin Yu felt a strange sense of surprise. "How does he know me?"
The thought had barely formed in her mind when Zhao Mengyun spoke rapidly, her tone filled with suppressed emotion.
"Palace Master, it was him. It was he and Jin Hanyan Annihilation the entire Nine Alliances Gang."
Her gaze was fixed on Qin Yu. "That's why I was ordered to go to the Nine Alliances Gang to gather reinforcements, but... I didn't see a single person."
At this moment, Qin Yu finally understood. The being before him, Chaos Realm · Supreme, was not just a high-ranking member of the Asura Immortal Hall —he was the Palace Master.
The person truly standing at the pinnacle of this power... A sense of vigilance silently rose in Qin Yu's heart.
Without any extra movements, the instant his thought settled, his Innate Martial Soul quietly unfolded.
The [Silent Beginning - Ring Master Soul Diagram] silently unfolded deep within his sea of consciousness, his soul frequency slowly rising, and the world was redefined in his perception. At the same time, dark silver light and shadow condensed from the void, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword had already fallen into his hand. The sword was silent, yet it seemed as if it could cut this moment into the final battle at any moment. Above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, six people and one sword stood facing each other. The air was completely frozen.