Just as Jin Hanyan took a step forward, the killing intent within her solidified into a fixed form—
The entire Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss suddenly "brightened." It wasn't the appearance of light, but rather the forced manifestation of cause and effect.
At first, there were only a few faint afterglows, like sparks in the wind, flickering on and off at the edge of the abyss. Then, as if a recycling command that had been suppressed for countless epochs had been fully triggered, the dome, side walls, and bottom structure of the abyss trembled simultaneously, and countless tiny but dense points of causal Fate Soul light suddenly appeared.
The points of light were a mixture of colors—grayish-white, dark red, ghostly blue, and remnants of gold. Each one resembled a compressed star core, within which distorted human figures, fragmented memories, and lingering sparks of obsession could be vaguely discerned. They no longer belonged to any individual, but were "remnants of Fate Soul logic" stripped of their identities.
Jin Hanyan's pupils suddenly contracted. Almost instinctively, she immediately realized the problem.
"Oh no..."
The thought flashed through his mind, and a chill instantly spread along his spine.
"The Logic Remnants Lord I just Annihilation, the remnants of their Fate Soul... were just recovered by the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, completing their most missing Fate Soul logic."
"Damn it. This means I've completely resurrected it." Before this thought could even settle—BOOM.
It wasn't an explosion, but the beginning of the fall.
All the causal Fate Soul light points lost their floating balance at the same instant, as if they were simultaneously seized by an invisible giant hand, and all turned towards the center of the abyss—the pulsating, soon-to-be-revived Master Soul Dominion core.
The next moment, they swarmed in.
Tens of thousands, even millions of points of light tore through space from all directions, leaving long trails of causal light, like a reversed meteor shower, or a torrent of souls forcibly summoned back. Wherever the light trails passed, space did not truly shatter, but rather obvious misalignment and double images appeared—the same area was repeatedly covered and rewritten, as if reality was giving way to this resurrection.
The bottom of the abyss began to churn.
That was not matter, but a foundation formed by the superposition of countless Fate Soul logics. At this moment, it seemed to have gained new "blood" and began to rise and fall rhythmically. Each rise and fall was accompanied by a low and disordered silent resonance, as if a heart that had long been decayed had been forcibly pressed to start beating again.
The remnant body, under the Master Soul Dominion, gradually became clear amidst the torrent of Fate Soul.
What was originally just a core on the verge of collapse is now enveloped, embedded, and entwined by layers of light. Those Fate Soul are not simply attached, but are disassembled, melted, and recombined the moment they come into contact, turning into translucent causal threads that are deeply embedded in its structure.
An "outline" is being redrawn in the sea of light.
It is not a complete form, but a prototype of existence.
The struggle within the Fate Soul was amplified infinitely at this moment, yet it still could not be transformed into a real sound, but only into a visual shock—countless distorted faces, broken fragments of cultivation, and forcibly interrupted life trajectories emerged within the light spot. They were compressed and merged at the same time, becoming the fuel for the Master Soul Dominion and revival.
The light grew brighter and brighter, until the entire Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss seemed to be illuminated by a collapsing star.
The core of the Master Soul Dominion began to pulsate rhythmically. With each pulsation, the rules of the abyss trembled slightly.
Jin Hanyan stood rooted to the spot, her robes fluttering in the invisible air currents, her expression almost frozen in coldness. She clearly sensed that this was not a natural restoration, but a resurrection forcibly accelerated by her Fate Soul, a return built upon the suffering of countless cultivators.
This time, however, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss is no longer a mere vessel. It is personally "feeding" its own ruler.
At that instant, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss truly "opened."
It's not cracking, it's not collapsing, but rather—awakening.
In the center of the abyss, the core, enveloped by countless points of causal Fate Soul, suddenly stopped pulsating. A brief, almost negligible moment of silence followed, as if the universe were holding its breath. The next instant, all the points of light simultaneously collapsed inward.
Boom--
It was not a sound, but a tremor caused by the forced compression of the hierarchy of existence. The spatial structure of the entire Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss showed a visible "overlapping tear": the same void appeared simultaneously in different time states, with the afterimages of the past, the outlines of the future, and unwritten possibilities overlapping and stacking, forming layers of semi-transparent narrative membranes, which were forcibly pulled and fused together.
The core suddenly burst forth with a blinding grayish-white light as it collapsed.
The light does not spread outward, but shines inward—like a flaming skeleton of the world, revealing itself from the inside out.
Lines formed from the logic of the Fate Soul extend from the core, like nerves or chains, swiftly outlining a silhouette perched high above the abyss. Shoulders, spine, torso, head... not the physical body, but a "form of existence" superimposed from cause and effect, narrative, and fragments of the Fate Soul.
The eyes, Master Soul Dominion, slowly opened in the radiance.
Those weren't eyes, but two rotating nodes of the abyss. Wherever their gaze swept, space automatically made way, and the layers of rules sank, as if everything was meant to make room for their gaze.
The Fate Soul essence at the bottom of the abyss surged violently, and countless residual Fate Soul essences that were not yet completely exhausted were forcibly extracted and transformed into the last fuel, which was injected into that form. Accompanied by a silent but resounding roar that shook the sea of consciousness, the existence authority of the Master Soul Dominion was completely closed.
It came back to life. At that very moment— Jin Hanyan moved.
Without hesitation or testing, she left an afterimage in place and stood before the abyss in the next instant. The Daoist principles of the six great supernatural powers within her body resonated simultaneously, and one of them, an extremely sharp power with an absolute anti-narrative meaning, was forcibly drawn out, compressed, and ignited by her.
She raised her hand. Wherever her fingertips pointed, the "writing order" of the world was forcibly reversed.
The instant the supernatural power was unleashed, space seemed to be cleaved open by an invisible blade, and a counter-narrative rift suddenly formed, stretching across the abyss. Within the rift, there was no light, only the constantly collapsing afterimages of text, broken sentences of cause and effect, and the denied definitions of existence. It was a fatal blow that could directly sever the Master Soul Dominion the resurrection process.
A crack, slashing straight down. However--
Just as the divine power was about to touch the core of the Master Soul Dominion, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss itself moved.
The entire abyss structure suddenly contracted inward, like a giant, closing mouth. Countless symbols, causal nodes, and narrative loops lit up simultaneously, layer upon layer, blocking the crack. Jin Hanyan clearly saw that her supernatural powers were not defeated head-on, but rather dismantled, diverted, and rewritten.
The anti-narrative force was introduced into the bottom loop of the abyss, forcibly interpreted as "a legitimate logical disturbance within the abyss," and was then quickly swallowed up and digested.
The crack extinguished quietly less than three zhang away from the Master Soul Dominion. There was no explosion, no backlash.
All that remained was a smoothed-out void.
The Master Soul Dominion in the center of the abyss, its aura completely stabilized. The body, composed of the Fate Soul and narrative, now exuded a chilling sense of oppression, as if the entire space was being recalibrated around it.
It lowered its head, its gaze finally settling on Jin Hanyan for the first time.
The abyss's radiance swirled slowly behind it, as if crowning a returning sovereign.
The moment the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss finally stabilized, the space stopped trembling but became even heavier, as if the entire existence had been pressed into deep water by an invisible hand, and even thought began to slow down.
The Master Soul Dominion at the core of the abyss, its body, formed by the intertwining of the Fate Soul and the narrative, completely solidified. Its aura was no longer chaotic, but rather like a sky compressed to its Ultimate, slowly and steadily spreading outwards. The oppressive aura no longer carried the frenzy of resurrection, but rather a calm, complete, and ultimate form of power— the Stainless Realm: Supreme.
She is of the same rank as Jin Hanyan.
It slowly raised its head, its eyes, like the nodes of an abyss, locking onto Jin Hanyan. In that instant, space automatically focused, as if heaven and earth were meant to make way for this gaze.
"Human beings."
The sound did not come from her mouth, but took shape directly in Jin Hanyan's sea of consciousness, with each syllable carrying a clear cause-and-effect echo.
"I should thank you."
The body under the Master Soul Dominion stretched slightly, and the abyssal veins behind him slowly opened like a huge crown, with countless remnants of Fate Soul flowing within them.
"If it weren't for the abundant Fate Soul essence you delivered, I wouldn't have been able to fully resurrect, much less... step into the Stainless Realm."
Jin Hanyan's knuckles made a very soft, crisp sound.
Her aura was compressed into an extremely solid state by the rules, yet she did not retreat even half a step, and the coldness in her eyes almost solidified into a tangible substance.
Enough with the nonsense.
She spoke in a low voice, her tone crisp and cold, "You're not leaving here today."
The Master Soul Dominion seemed to smile.
That wasn't a change in expression, but rather a sudden increase in the rotation frequency of the abyss node, with layers upon layers of soul-related halos appearing at the edge of space, like countless world doors closing.
The next moment--
Causal Soul Reclamation initiated.
The entire Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss suddenly sank.
It wasn't a physical fall, but a layered, overall downward pressure. Jin Hanyan clearly felt that her connection with heaven and earth was being peeled away inch by inch, and the circuits of her Fate Soul, Dao foundation, and divine soul were being locked one by one by an extremely precise force.
That wasn't an attack; it was a recovery.
The Master Soul Dominion raised a palm formed from cause and effect and narrative. A constantly rotating gray-white vortex appeared in the palm. The layers of Fate Soul light patterns within the vortex were rapidly analyzed and dissected, as if everything that existed in its eyes was just material waiting to be archived.
"Your Fate Soul is complete."
Its voice was calm and resolute.
"Perfectly suited to fill the last gap in my kingdom."
The vortex suddenly expanded.
The space beneath Jin Hanyan's feet instantly lost its footing. She clearly saw that the world behind her was being rapidly "cut off"—the path she came from disappeared, her sense of direction collapsed, and all the causal lines that could lead to the outside world were being cut off, rolled back, and burned one by one.
Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, evolution was completed at this moment.
An invisible yet absolute boundary of the domain took shape, like a closed causal cage, completely sealing off the entire space. External time, space, and causality were all isolated from it, and any possibility of escape was eliminated in advance.
This is the hunting ground prepared for her.
Jin Hanyan's breath hitched.
The "Causal Soul Reclamation" power Master Soul Dominion had already reached the outer layer of her Fate Soul. A cold and precise analytical sense spread along the soul circuits, attempting to directly determine her as a "recyclable resource".
In that instant—she moved.
The Daoist essence of the Stainless Realm simultaneously shone within her body, but none of the power was fully released. Instead, it was forcibly suppressed, superimposed, and stabilized to lock onto her own existence. Her figure slightly blurred and then quickly solidified in place, and extremely complex counter-patterns appeared on the outer layer of her Fate Soul, firmly blocking the force of retraction outside her body.
The space around her trembled violently, yet it could never truly penetrate her.
The Master Soul Dominion's gaze sharpened slightly. "Interesting."
The recycling vortex accelerated once more, as the Fate Soul veins within the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss lit up simultaneously, and more recycling nodes began targeting Jin Hanyan. The rules of the entire realm were all geared towards this suppression.
Jin Hanyan stood in the eye of the storm, her clothes fluttering in the wind, but she did not retreat.
She raised her head, her eyes calm to the point of being cruel.
She knew that this battle was one in which there was no retreat.