Qin Yu stood high in the void outside the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp, his figure appearing exceptionally silent amidst the surging chaotic air currents of the Void Obliteration Domain. He did not rashly step in, but instead raised his hand and slowly spread out a causal observation in the void. His Fate Soul perception spread forward in circles like invisible ripples. However, as soon as it reached the edge of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp, all the causal lines were forcibly flattened and deflected at the same moment, as if they had hit an invisible barrier. It was not a barrier, nor a formation domain, nor even a man-made defense, but a more bizarre state of "total closure." The entire forbidden zone seemed to be wrapped in some complete and self-consistent shell, rejecting all prying and interference from the outside world.
Qin Yu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly as he slowly raised his head, looking down from a higher perspective. The Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp was fully revealed in his vision—a vast area completely swallowed by the dark, ghostly mist. On the outermost layer of the mist, a huge halo of light faintly appeared. The halo was not bright; instead, it possessed an eerie hue between light and shadow. Its outline was unstable, as if pieced together from countless fragments of cause and effect, slowly pulsating and contracting. The halo completely enveloped the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp, like a closed giant eye, sealing away all the secrets within.
"What is this trying to do..." Qin Yu muttered to himself, his voice barely echoing in the chaos. He could sense that this halo was not simply for defense against external enemies, but rather for maintaining some kind of internal state, or rather, for "protecting" the changes taking place inside the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Qin Yu suppressed all his external causal perception and lowered his aura to a minimum. He did not attempt to forcibly analyze the halo surrounding the forbidden zone, but instead took a step forward, his figure disappearing silently into the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp.
The moment you enter, the world seems to be completely shut out.
The chaotic light and shadow of the Void Obliteration Domain outside vanished rapidly behind us, replaced by a deathly silence that instinctively made us uneasy. The mist inside the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp was even thicker than it appeared from the outside. The gray-black mist slowly tumbled in the low sky, like a tide soaked in decaying emotions, flowing silently along the ground. There was no wind in the mist, yet it constantly surged on its own, occasionally condensing into twisted shapes, only to collapse in the next instant, as if countless unseen consciousnesses were whispering and struggling within it.
The ground beneath my feet wasn't real mud, but a viscous structure somewhere between solid and void. Each step brought a slight yet unsettling "pulling sensation," as if countless tiny threads of cause and effect were wrapped around my feet, trying to drag me down. The distant terrain shifted and shifted, withered remains and broken artifacts of unidentifiable origin half-buried in the mist, their outlines blurred, as if they might be swallowed up and rewritten by the eerie fog at any moment.
Even more eerie were the sounds. There were almost no real echoes here, but from the depths of the fog, faint hums could be heard from time to time, like a sigh that had been suppressed to the Ultimate, or like the resonance left behind when countless Fate Soul were imprisoned at the same moment. The sound did not affect the ears directly, but seeped into the heart through the senses, giving people the illusion of being watched and being approached.
Qin Yu calmly scanned his surroundings, his Fate Soul remaining highly vigilant. He could clearly sense that this dark mist was not in a hurry to attack the intruder; it was more like it was "waiting," waiting for the intruder to be eroded by the environment, drawn by its obsession, and gradually assimilated by this forbidden zone.
Inside the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp, there was no clear direction or obvious source of threat. Yet, it was precisely this omnipresent oppression and deathly silence that made the entire area more sinister and terrifying than any battlefield. Qin Yu took a deep breath and continued to step forward. His figure was quickly swallowed up by the surging ghostly mist, leaving only a blurry outline that rapidly dissipated.
Qin Yu walked slowly through the depths of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp, his pace almost blending with the rhythm of this deathly space. The gray-black ghostly mist swirled slowly around him, yet always maintained a barely perceptible distance, as if testing him, or perhaps observing him. Just as he crossed a collapsed area completely swallowed by the mist, the "aura" of the entire Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp suddenly changed.
There was no roar, no tremor, not even any obvious energy fluctuation, but Qin Yu's Fate Soul tensed up instantly. He clearly sensed that the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp was "looking at him."
A subtle resonance emanated from the depths of the mist, as if countless imprisoned Fate Soul were trembling simultaneously. The previously turbulent mist began to freeze briefly, followed by almost imperceptible dark patterns emerging from the mist and rapidly spreading. These patterns were neither runes nor array patterns, but rather fragmented, broken traces of logic, like "narrative afterimages" forcibly torn apart and then barely pieced back together.
Qin Yu paused, his gaze suddenly sharpening.
The gloomy mist ahead suddenly parted on its own, revealing a long and eerie "gap." Within the gap, there was not a real scene, but a fragment of cause and effect briefly reflected by the mist—he saw indistinct figures moving deep into the swamp. These figures had no clear outlines, yet they exuded an extremely familiar aura, cold, rigid, as if forcibly supported by broken logic. As they moved, the surrounding gloomy mist was forcibly compressed, and the causal structure of the ground was trampled into pieces, leaving behind unhealable scars, Logic Remnants Lord.
Moreover, those afterimages did not remain still, but were "pushed" by the mist to stretch and extend in a certain direction. The mist, like an invisible hand, gradually unfolded this incomplete marching trajectory, eventually converging into a clear direction in Qin Yu's perception—the southernmost part of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp.
Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly, and a rare fluctuation appeared in his mind.
"This... the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp actually told me about the traces of the Logic Remnants." His voice was low and restrained, with a hint of undisguised surprise.
He could sense that this was neither benevolent guidance nor deliberate assistance. More accurately, the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp merely "stated" a fact it could not ignore—the army of the Logic Remnants Lord had left excessively heavy traces here, so heavy that they had disrupted the swamp's own balance. To the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp, these beings were not intruders, but foreign entities that were "polluting" it.
The mist surged again at that moment, and all the reflected afterimages quickly shattered and dissipated, as if they had never existed. But Qin Yu had already firmly memorized that trajectory deep within his Fate Soul. He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of dark mist, looking towards the southernmost part of the swamp, where the mist was even thicker and more desolate. There, even the flow of the dark mist seemed slow and heavy, as if something was slowly gathering deep within.
Qin Yu did not move immediately, but stood quietly in place, sensing that the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp had returned to its original cold and indifferent state. It had already given its "response," and now it was up to him to make a choice.
Qin Yu stood still for a moment, his gaze still fixed on the heaviest area of fog on the southernmost side of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp. It was as if the sky had been forcibly lowered there; the fog was not churning, but slowly collapsing, like countless forgotten Fate Soul silently slumbering in the depths. He did not rush forward, but allowed his Fate Soul to slowly sink, concealing his aura to almost synchronize with the frequency of this forbidden zone, before finally stepping south.
With each step, the swamp beneath his feet made no sound; the mud neither splashed nor sank, as if Does Not Exist substantial. The mist parted naturally in front of him and silently closed in behind him. The closer he got to the southern edge, the thinner the sense of order between heaven and earth became; direction, distance, and even the flow of time began to blur, as if he were walking on an undefined "journey."
The moment he stepped onto that edge of the area, his feet suddenly lost their footing.
It didn't sink, it "disappeared".
The moment Qin Yu's right foot landed, the space beneath it seemed to be erased, collapsing silently. Immediately afterward, an Ultimate cold, primordial aura surged upward. It wasn't an attack, nor an explosion, but rather a "development" from a deeper level.
Buzz--
There was no sound, yet a low-frequency vibration powerful enough to tear apart Fate Soul spread simultaneously along the southern edge of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp. Qin Yu's eyes narrowed instantly, and dense dark patterns suddenly appeared on the seemingly calm swamp beneath his feet. These patterns did not form any array diagram, Does Not Exist any clear array eyes. They were like "chaotic imprints" left over from before the differentiation of heaven and earth, spreading naturally in all directions from the place where Qin Yu landed.
In the Chaos's First Birth, before the separation of Yin and Yang, Heaven and Earth Undetermined, there was a unified primordial unity.
The formation did not "activate" at this moment, but seemed to have always existed, only allowing itself to be "noticed" the instant Qin Yu stepped in.
The dark mist suddenly sank, and the fog layer at the southern edge was forcibly pressed to the ground by an invisible force, forming a huge, hemispherical, dark dome. Inside the dome, the light quickly lost its color, the distinction between heaven and earth disappeared, the near and far began to overlap, and space flowed slowly like molten gold that had not yet cooled.
Qin Yu felt that the place where he was standing suddenly became extremely "blurred". The ground beneath his feet was no longer a swamp, but a primordial void that had not yet been named. His shadow was stretched and torn apart, and then pieced back together in the next instant, as if the world was trying to redistribute his existence.
This is a restriction set up by the Logic Remnants Lord.
It had no murderous intent, yet it was more dangerous than any murderous intent.
The core of the restriction is not suppression, but "returning to the source". Within this restriction at the Chaos Realm · Initial Stage, all those who step into it will be forcibly dragged into a state of "unordered". Their existence is dismantled into its most primitive components: Qi, intention, soul, and thought are no longer layered, cause and effect are no longer sequential, all definitions will be smoothed out, and they will return to the moment when heaven and earth had not yet determined "who you are".
Qin Yu's Fate Soul emitted a very faint tremor in an instant. He clearly sensed that his connection with the outside world was being severed. The Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp seemed to be pushed to a very far distance, while he himself was trapped in a chaotic embryonic shell that was slowly closing.
Within the fog dome, the dark patterns began to rotate, without direction or speed; they simply "existed" and constantly overlapped. With each overlap, the space around Qin Yu was rewritten, and the concepts of "advancing" and "retreating" under his feet became utterly meaningless.
At this moment, Qin Yu finally confirmed everything.
This was not a hastily set trap, but a forbidden zone that had been laid out long ago to defend against the enemy.
It was designed specifically for the strongest individuals who ventured into the southernmost part of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp. And he was the one being waited for.