He Xunsu's rationality was completely shattered at that moment.
It wasn't a roar, but a deeper collapse—the disorder that followed the direct denial of an emperor's dignity by a lower being. The chaotic balance that had been barely maintained in his pupils suddenly shattered; black and white ceased to flow, instead being forcibly stained by a scarlet killing intent.
He slowly raised his hand. [Unerring Divine Edge] no longer maintained its semi-transparent chaotic embryonic form.
The next instant, the entire space seemed to be forcibly "frozen" by an invisible hand, and then—it shattered. Chaos surged, like a sea of blood overflowing.
The dark golden chaotic energy suddenly contracted, solidified, and stretched, and a three-foot-six-inch sword materialized in He Xunsu's palm. The hilt was made of Asura bone joints, layer upon layer, as if it were forged from the bones of countless Gods and Devils; on the sword, the black and red interwoven "chaotic blood patterns" writhed like living things, and with each pulse, they stirred the most primal killing source in the world.
Asura Manifestation. The moment the divine blade is drawn, the Domain of Unerring instantly expands.
The laws fell silent, order receded, and cause and effect were crumpled up like an unfinished draft. Heaven and earth seemed to have returned to a moment before their course of action was decided, with only He Xunsu's will becoming the sole arbiter in this realm.
He took a step, and the void beneath his feet collapsed into a chaotic pit.
Qin Yu Yu--
His voice finally manifested, but it sounded like billions of Asura whispering at once, "You truly deserve to die."
Before the killing intent had fully subsided, Qin Yu had already moved. He neither met the sword head-on nor retreated.
Under the oppressive power of a god-emperor at the Chaos Realm · Supreme, for the first time, he no longer confined his power to any form.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword hung at his side, its blade pointing to the ground. Qin Yu slowly closed his eyes.
At that moment, the battlefield suddenly lost the feeling of "a battle taking place".
There was no clash of forces, no convergence of energy.
Even the expectation that "Qin Yu is about to unleash his supernatural powers" has begun to become blurred. Silent Profundity Unborn.
It wasn't activated. Rather—it never was activated. The observation collapsed in that instant.
He Xunsu only felt an indescribable "emptiness," which was neither devouring nor suppressing, but rather encompassing—an absolute stillness that included all "possible things" yet did not allow any of them to actually happen.
Time did not stop. Space did not freeze.
However, the concepts of "before and after," "cause and effect," "soon," and "already" are simultaneously stripped away.
He Xunsu's sword strike continued, but he suddenly couldn't tell whether he had already delivered the final blow.
The God Emperor's body Asura Manifestation began to exhibit an extremely strange tearing sensation.
It's not a wound. Rather, it's the very existence itself that, within the "Unborn embrace," begins to lose its anchor.
His murderous intent remained, yet he could find no outlet; his power still surged, yet he was unsure "where it should flow."
The power of chaos surged wildly within his body, only to repeatedly collide with the boundary of "not yet established".
Then—a backlash. He Xunsu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
That wasn't ordinary blood, but a dark red stream of light mixed with fragments of the Chaos Origin, which was instantly smoothed into meaningless dust the moment it fell into the void. He staggered backward, each step leaving a bottomless crack in the Domain of Unerring.
The Asura Manifestation form trembled violently, and the chaotic blood patterns on the sword briefly dimmed.
For the first time, he was truly devastated. But just then—
A near-maniacal smile slowly spread across He Xunsu's lips. "Good... very good... I didn't expect you to still be so strong..."
He steadied himself with one hand, then plunged the other into his chest cavity. Not to tear flesh apart.
Instead, it directly penetrated the layers of existence and retrieved a blood-red pill from the depths of its own Fate Soul.
The moment the pill appeared, the entire Domain of Unerring suddenly went dark. It was as if some strictly forbidden taboo had been forcibly dragged into reality.
The pill's surface was devoid of patterns, only displaying a constantly churning crimson sheen, its interior seemingly imprisoning countless shrieking phantoms of Asura. The moment it appeared, the killing intent of heaven and earth subsided in unison.
He Xunsu didn't hesitate for a moment. She raised her hand and swallowed. In an instant—BOOM—!!!
An overwhelming pressure, far exceeding anything seen before, exploded out of his body. His Asura Manifestation form was instantly torn apart, but it wasn't a collapse; rather, it was a transformation.
His body grew taller, his bones were rebuilt, and dark red Asura God runes spread from his spine to his cheeks, like living battle markings. His pupils turned into a blood-red abyss, and in the center of his pupils, a black-gold chaotic mark slowly rotated.
The void above their heads tore open, and a crown made up of countless Asura phantoms appeared, hanging above it.
The aura crossed the boundary of the Chaos Realm · Supreme, which was forcibly shattered.
The Stainless Realm, Initial Stage: The Asura God Venerable Descends.
At this moment, He Xunsu simply stood there, and the heavens and earth yielded to him. The remains of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss were constantly shattered, reassembled, and shattered again under his aura, as if even the right to "exist as a place" had been stripped away.
He looked down at Qin Yu, his anger gone.
It was a condescending, cold scrutiny. "You, very well." "Now—" "It's your turn to witness the true Asura God Venerable."
The wind in the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss stopped completely at that moment.
He Xunsu stood in the void, the blood-red Asura God patterns spreading inch by inch along his neck, cheeks, and forehead, as if some ancient and violent divinity was awakening in his flesh and blood. He lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. It was not a smile, but a cruelty that was already ready to peel back the scars.
"You really want to know..." His voice was deep and hoarse, yet, amplified by the power of chaos, it clearly penetrated Qin Yu's consciousness, "Why do I know you?"
Qin Yu's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly in that instant.
He Xunsu raised his head, and in the eyes of the Asura God Venerable, a chaotic killing intent, intertwined with black and red, surged. He said, word by word:
Do you remember -- True Word Extremity Hall of Yan Zhentong?
The moment those five words fell, Qin Yu's mind felt as if it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. It wasn't an illusion. It wasn't a resurfacing of memories.
Rather, it was a rift in an era that had been forcibly torn open. The sky of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch unfolded anew before his eyes—on that day, the laws of the True Word Extremity Hall pressed down upon all the heavens;
The Judgment Array of the Fate Que Hall is like a death wheel hanging over the ages; the causal chains of the Fate Cause Spirit Tower pierce through heaven and earth.
The light of the Law God Origin Court was like the sea, and the pages of the Book of Epoch Book Sealing Abyss were turning, displaying "slaughter"; the Eternal Consciousness Evolution Clan, the Ink Spirit Annihilation Clan, the Dream Lock Palace, and the Returning Consciousness Clan —all eight sides were besieged, and the era was completely surrounded.
If it weren't for Qianrui Burning Soul, Tong Ning Origin Source Venerable Shattering Realm, Ling Jingxi, and the Grand Venerable Mingxu sacrificing their lives to guard the pass—
The Annihilation Abyss Epoch had long been erased from the timeline. Qin Yu's gaze turned completely cold at this moment.
It wasn't the fiery outward expression of anger, but rather the absolute low temperature formed after all emotions were compressed to their Limit.
He Xunsu smiled at his reaction.
The laughter echoed in the Asura God Venerable's chest, filled with undisguised smugness and blasphemy. "It seems you remember."
He slowly took a step forward, the chaotic cracks beneath his feet spreading like veins. "Back then, I was traveling on the outskirts of the Source of Epochless." "It was Yan Zhentong who personally invited me."
He Xunsu's gaze turned ambiguous and cold.
"She not only had one of her temple's true female disciples spend the night with me, but also offered me exceptionally generous terms."
The moment those words were uttered, the world seemed to be tainted by something filthy.
He raised his hand, his fingers slowly tightening, a vortex of chaotic killing intent condensing in his palm. "In exchange—" "I will assist her in slaughtering your Annihilation Abyss Epoch."
Boom! The Withered Bones Fallen Abyss beneath Qin Yu's feet silently collapsed hundreds of feet. It wasn't due to a leak of power.
Rather, it was something within him that had been forcibly suppressed, and it nearly went out of control.
He Xunsu, however, remained unconcerned, continuing with a hint of regret in his voice, "With my cultivation at the Chaos Realm · Middle Stage at the time, completely Annihilation your entire Annihilation Abyss Epoch— " "Wouldn't have been difficult." "Unfortunately." His gaze suddenly turned cold. "You returned at the most crucial moment."
At this moment, Qin Yu finally spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as if it came from the very end of an era: "... That day." "An old man standing in the void, his black robes obscuring the sky, a figure of chaos pressing down upon the realm."
He slowly raised his head, staring intently at He Xunsu. "It's you."
He Xunsu laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
The laughter shook the void, causing it to ripple and undulate, and the aura of the Asura God Venerable surged wildly within it. "Yes." "That's right."
He stared at Qin Yu, his eyes revealing undisguised killing intent and excitement for the first time. "Back then, your World Extinguisher divine power severely damaged my Chaos Origin."
"I had no choice but to return to the Asura Immortal Hall and go into seclusion for a full ten years."
He slowly raised the [Unerring Divine Edge], and the power of chaos and Asura intertwined on the sword. The blade began to manifest the "Asura Manifestation" form, and blood patterns spread along the spine of the sword.
"After that day, I originally planned to wait until I reached the Stainless Realm · Supreme before personally going to your Annihilation Abyss Epoch— " "to slaughter all those you protected, one by one."
He Xunsu's voice suddenly lowered. "I never expected to run into you here today."
Qin Yu was not provoked. He did not respond to the taunts. He simply tightened his grip on the sword.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword emitted a very low yet extremely steady hum in his palm, as if responding to his will.
Then— Qin Yu spoke.
His tone was calm, almost cold. "Originally, I also thought... I would never find you again."
He took a step forward. This step landed without an explosion, without any shockwave.
But the entire causal context of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss shifted at this moment. "Now it seems..."
Qin Yu raised his sword, pointing it directly at He Xunsu's brow, "Heaven has eyes."
He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, uttering his final words: "Today—" "is the day our feud is completely settled."
He Xunsu laughed wildly, his laughter seeming to tear apart the gray clouds above the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, only to be forcibly suppressed by his own chaotic killing intent into a cold, desolate state. Dark gold and blood red swirled in his pupils, and the markings of the Asura God Venerable spread wildly along his forehead and neck, like ancient curses awakening and crawling beneath his skin. He pointed at Qin Yu, his voice hoarse and ferocious. "Hahaha— Qin Yu! You really think that just because you're at the Silent Mystery Realm, you can withstand the essence of my Stainless Realm?!"
He took a step forward, and the space beneath his feet didn't shatter, but vanished silently like words whose strokes had been erased. The next step placed him even higher, the [Unerring Divine Edge] held high in his hand. The chaotic blood-red patterns on the sword's blade instantly "froze" into dark red veins, so fine even light dared not reflect upon them. He spoke each word as if etching a judgment into the depths of heaven and earth, "Today—I will utterly Annihilation you."
The moment his words fell, his figure and the divine sword seemed to simultaneously lose their "human form." He Xunsu's flesh and blood were melted by some invisible torrent, transforming into a chaotic, Nameless, Formless dark golden cloud. At the center of the cloud hung the "chaotic embryo" of the Unerring Divine Edge, with black and white energies spiraling and intertwining, never separating. Each rotation created a ripple without waves, and wherever the ripple swept, the color of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss was directly sucked away.
The world was reduced to a static image of black, white, and gray. Flames stopped burning in the instant without warmth, the wind solidified into a translucent outline of airflow without sound, and dust stopped in mid-air as if nailed to an "unfinished" moment. Even the shadow behind Qin Yu was forcibly flattened into a thin gray film. This was the beginning of [Terminal Silence]—not a roar, not an explosion, but the arrival of a natural disaster that "silenced even the slaughter."
In the next instant, the silence expanded to its Ultimate, as if an invisible gray-white curtain had covered a territory of a billion miles. The "existence principle" of all lower-level beings was directly dissolved. Faint chaotic cracks appeared in the void, like invisible blades cutting through first. Wherever the cracks touched, the bone mountains and withered earth did not collapse or crack, but gradually lost their texture, turning into gray-white outlines, and then were erased into meaningless dust particles that floated. The dust particles did not even have time to disperse before they were drawn back by the deathly fluctuations of the chaotic embryo.
Then the second stage descended, a dark golden light silently spreading from the center of the primordial embryo. The light didn't illuminate, but rather "covered," forcing all remaining cause and effect, good and evil, and obsessions to manifest as transparent light patterns that crawled across the heavens and earth, like laying every destiny's trajectory on a cold, gray canvas for judgment. The black became blacker, the white whiter, and those whose black and white intertwined were nailed to the air by gray chains—there was no struggle, for even "struggle" was crushed by silence. The third stage then descended, the chaotic primordial embryo expanding into a chaotic Asura domain that covered everything, even distances within it were erased.
Distance and proximity cease to exist; time and space seem to be kneaded into a boundless, dark golden hue. Countless phantoms of Asura emerge "from nothing" from the clouds, without roaring or slashing. They simply approach silently, each touch severing the connection between the target's soul, origin, and will like unraveling a thread, then erasing all traces from the world with a reverse, chaotic reshaping. Pain cannot arise, and roars cannot be uttered.
Even the idea of "I am resisting" was erased before it could even take hold. He Xunsu hung high in the silence, as if to send Qin Yu, along with the entire world, back to the ruins before World Creation. But just as the field of Terminal Silence pressed down on Qin Yu, attempting to freeze his existence in a state of "inactivity," Qin Yu's gaze did not waver in the slightest. He simply held the Silent Origin Stainless Sword horizontally in front of him, his knuckles slowly tightening. The dark silver outline of the sword appeared even clearer in the gray-white world, like the only line that could still be "established." He spoke softly, his voice not loud.
Yet, the silence was unusually chilling. "You want to erase me with silence?" He raised his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the ten-billion-mile-long sky of natural disaster, locking onto the primordial embryo at the center of the chaotic clouds. "Then I'll make sure you never even 'activate'—not even arise." In the next instant, Qin Yu didn't confront this domain head-on, nor did he use brute force to crash into it. Instead, he directly released [Silent Profundity Unborn]—no light burst, no tremors, only an indescribable "stillness" suddenly descending upon the Terminal Silence, like a deeper layer of Ji Ran covering a shallower layer of Ji Ran. Bystanders couldn't even clearly say what Qin Yu had done, only instinctively feeling an absurd yet certain sense: the domain should have already unfolded, yet it seemed as if it had never truly reached the moment of "completion."
The Terminal Silence, gray-white sky, upon touching the Silent Profundity Unborn void, experienced a subtle yet fatal misalignment—not a crack, but a "logical frame" being removed, as if a giant painting had suddenly lost a stroke. The entire chain of propagation of the silent catastrophe was invisibly jammed, halting in the embryonic form of "almost formed but not yet complete." He Xunsu's chaotic cloud abruptly paused, and the black and white energies of the primordial embryo experienced a momentary disorder in their rotation. This was not an energy disturbance, but rather his four-tiered, progressive "ritual advancement" being forcibly crammed into a still, Unborn void that Does Not Exist acknowledged nor allowed any prior or subsequent events.
In that instant, Qin Yu raised his sword. The trajectory of the blade was devoid of sword light, yet it created a blindingly clear "broken line" in the gray-white world—he wasn't severing the domain, but rather the very basis for its continued existence. The second form of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword, [Causeless Disillusionment Sword], was fully unleashed at that moment. The causal threads of the universe manifested as countless transparent veils before the sword's edge, only to collapse in an instant into a chaotic starry wasteland.
He Xunsu's logic of "field-judgment-trapping-recovery" was forcibly rendered meaningless as an illusion. The primordial embryo at the center of the chaotic cloud trembled violently, and the dark golden light dimmed by half in an instant, as if a piece of "reason" had been forcibly ripped away. He Xunsu let out an Ultimate groan, which was swallowed by the Terminal Silence into a silent tremor. But for the first time, the edge of his chaotic cloud showed signs of "collapse"—the dark golden mist seemed to have been torn open, and the surging crimson Asura energy within was forced out, only to swirl back into gray-white dust particles that could not land within the embrace of Silent Profundity Unborn.
His will forcefully regrouped, and the chaotic embryo rapidly contracted, attempting to complete the fourth stage of recycling and re-condense everything into a controllable origin. However, Qin Yu's sword was already close to the foundation of "the completion must be established." He smiled coldly, as if watching someone who thought he controlled natural disasters being devoured by his own, "Your so-called Terminal Silence —it's nothing more than being propped up by 'being able to be established'."
The next instant, Qin Yu brought two fingers together, as if picking up a wisp of gray dust from the void. The moment his fingertips touched the ground, the entire gray world seemed to have its last pillar removed. "Unnamed Initial Silence" was not obliteration, not destruction, but rather it reverted the very narrative of "He Xunsu can Annihilation you with the Terminal Silence" back to before the universe was first conceived, to the silent approach of the Terminal Silence's sky, chaotic clouds, chaotic embryo, and the phantom of Asura —the world returned to the moment before the silence unfolded, but that moment was not truly real, because even the act of "returning" was not allowed to exist.
Qin Yu's fingertips still held the lingering sense of emptiness from that moment when "it didn't happen." The wind once again swept through the bone ridges of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss, swirling up dust and broken bones before letting them fall again. But the anger in his chest did not dissipate with the silence—instead, it felt as if it were being pressed down to an extremely deep place, growing heavier and heavier until even the heavens and earth trembled slightly with his breath.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on the lingering chaos of the void, as if he could pull He Xunsu tone of "The Annihilation Abyss Epoch" from the nothingness. His palm suddenly clenched, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword emitted a very low hum in his hand. The dark silver of the sword flowed like a night tide, and a very subtle double image appeared at the edge—not a tremor.
Instead, the same sword was simultaneously superimposed on multiple "sword forms," stretching the surrounding light into delicate threads. These threads were then snapped in mid-air by an invisible force, transforming into colorless dust particles that fell to the ground. Qin Yu's voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the world. "You said you were going to the Annihilation Abyss Epoch... you said you wanted to slaughter again." His tone wasn't loud, yet it felt as if the surrounding bone ridges had been struck by a heavy hammer, cracks spreading silently. "Then I'll make sure you don't even have the right to 'leave anything behind.'"
He took a step forward, and the withered bones beneath his feet were not crushed, but rather "smoothed" into a flat, grayish-white expanse by some deeper force. The grayish-white spread outwards, like an invisible canvas unfolding on the earth. Qin Yu gripped the sword with both hands, pouring his primordial divine power into it without reservation for the first time. The sword was no longer just a weapon—it was like a ignited altar of Silent Origin. The dark silver blade suddenly lost its fixed shape, sometimes resembling a sharp line formed from stardust, sometimes the edge of a void vortex.
A cold, negating light lingered at the blade's edge. The light wasn't bright, yet it caused all surrounding light to pale in comparison, as if no other light in the world dared to stand alongside it. Simultaneously, it was as if an invisible needle had gently pried open Qin Yu's brow, and layers of unseen domains began to overlap—the boundary between reality and illusion was first erased, then a "stillness Unborn" spread out from behind him like a faint mist. The next instant, a deeper, colder, and more boundless aura of Annihilation silently descended. Three absolute domains converged around him, but the point of convergence did not explode.
Instead, it eerily "collapsed" into an extremely small point: that point had no color, no halo, no vortex, yet it instinctively sent chills down one's spine at first glance, as if the word "existence" had been torn directly from the dictionary, leaving an empty void.
Qin Yu slowly raised his sword, its tip pointing towards the direction where the chaotic afterimage and the Unerring Divine Edge were still struggling to manifest—just as the chaotic blood patterns of the Unerring Divine Edge were about to light up again, and the black and white energies were about to intertwine again to form a domain, He Xunsu's will seemed to be forcibly pulled back, rippling with dark golden waves in the void, as if still trying to use its last bit of origin to pull itself out of the crack of "not yet happened"; but at the very moment this will took shape, an Ultimate cold smile curved Qin Yu's lips, and his voice fell, as if pressing an invisible seal of cessation onto heaven and earth. "In my name, I declare the end. Return to the unquiet."
"Void Source, Dream Stillness"
There was no roar, no explosion of light, only a suffocating sense of "returning to zero" suddenly sweeping over, as if the entire Withered Bones Fallen Abyss was being squeezed and compressed inward by an invisible giant hand. It wasn't space that was being squeezed, but "facts" themselves. The Existence Zero Point first lit up a foot in front of Qin Yu's sword tip—it wasn't just lighting up, but it instantly rendered all surrounding colors ineffective. Gray, black, and white resembled old images stripped of their saturation. Then, the zero point gently touched forward, and the chaotic afterimage in the void, as if encountering an invisible fire, first appeared a dense array of "cognitive afterimages."
It was as if someone had once written many names, many causes and effects, many vows here, but the next second these afterimages were wiped clean from the paper by the same unseen hand, leaving not even a single paper fiber; the moment the chaotic embryonic form of the Unerring Divine Edge was swept by Zero Point, the "chaotic embryonic form" of the sword could no longer maintain the concept of "it is a sword," and the black and white energies were instantly disintegrated into meaningless fine sand.
The chaotic blood patterns faded into blankness, as if the ink had been drawn away. The sword tried to transform into a knife, a halberd, or any other form that could save itself, but each time it took shape, it was immediately pushed back to its initial state of "never being defined." In the end, it even lost the qualification of "object," like a cut scene that disappeared directly from the field of vision—not broken, not exploded, not leaving any fragments, only leaving a brief blankness, like the eyes being shaken.
He Xunsu's will finally unleashed a silent fury, "Qin Yu, you shouldn't possess such supernatural power, you..." His Chaos Origin surged wildly in the void, dark gold and blood red intertwining into a massive ripple network, attempting to forcefully nail himself to reality with the "foundation of the Stainless Realm," but at the intersection of the Void Source and Dream Stillness, that Existence Zero Point did not resist him—it merely approached gently, like a drop of water falling into an ink pool, yet erasing the character "ink" from the very source of the entire pool of ink;
He Xunsu's primordial network began to exhibit bizarre "frame breaks." One moment it was churning, the next it was as if it had never churning at all. The causal chain was pulled away, the trajectory of fate was smoothed out, and even the fact that "he was resisting" was torn off. His form tried to reform into human shape, to suppress the domineering aura of the Asura God Venerable back into the world, but that domineering aura had just formed when it was touched by Zero Point—at the moment of contact, a faint, yet piercing, gasp seemed to appear in the world, and then everything fell into absolute silence.
He Xunsu is no longer "Annihilation," but even his "existence" has been Realm Master. Even the symbiotic relationship between his soul and Unerring Divine Edge has been deleted, as if that symbiosis had never happened, as if that sword had never recognized its master, as if that Terminal Silence had never unfolded, as if the words "Today I will completely Annihilation you" were just a delusion that was never spoken.
Zero hovered in mid-air for a fleeting moment. In that instant, the wind, dust, bones, and clouds of the Withered Bones Fallen Abyss seemed to be "paused" at a moment no one could explain. Then, Zero slowly retracted into Qin Yu's sword tip, like a silent black star falling into the blade. The three domains vanished, and the world regained color and sound. The bone sand fell to the ground with a soft, shattering sound.
The cracks in the distant Bone Ridge only belatedly collapsed, raising a cloud of dust—but no matter how much dust rose, it could not fill the void, because He Xunsu and Unerring Divine Edge left behind was not "remains," but a fact that had been completely hollowed out.
Qin Yu slowly lowered his sword, the anger in his chest not dissipating, but forcibly suppressed into a cold depth. He stared at the empty space, as if confirming that a crucial ending had been sealed, his voice low and cold. "Asura Immortal Hall..."