Qin Yu concealed himself within the fog curtain a level higher than the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp. His entire existence was compressed to its Limit, and even the ripples of cause and effect were actively restrained. He did not approach rashly, but calmly and patiently observed the core of the swamp that had been forcibly cleared a hundred miles away. Under his gaze, the Master Soul Dominion of the Stainless Realm · Supreme slowly raised its arms. Its movements were not fast, but they carried an indescribable sense of ritual.
It was as if every tiny gesture, every bend of the knuckles, was affecting the deeper causal structure of this world. The dozens of Logic Remnants Lord around them stopped the rhythm of their Fate Soul being stripped away almost simultaneously, bowing their heads in unison, as if they had heard some kind of command that only existed in the depths of logic. The entire sacrificial domain suddenly fell silent, and even the flow of the ghostly mist became sluggish, as if time had been artificially stretched out.
The palm of the Master Soul Dominion slowly unfolded. There was no light or sign of energy gathering there. Instead, it was as if a piece of reality had been "hollowed out" by human hands, forming a bottomless cavity of cause and effect. Inside the cavity, extremely subtle symbols kept flashing. These symbols were not complete words, but torn and severed fragments of cause and effect, like the remnants left after countless lines of fate were forcibly cut. They rotated, overlapped, and recombine on their own deep within the palm. Each combination was completed.
The surrounding space then emitted an extremely deep tremor. It wasn't a sound, but an echo from a level of existence. Qin Yu could clearly sense that it wasn't releasing power outwards, but sending a signal to some "pre-existing" object. Immediately afterward, the Logic Remnants Lord simultaneously raised their heads, and their bodies began to undergo synchronized changes. Their originally semi-solidified forms rapidly collapsed into countless logical fragments. These fragments didn't disappear, but were pulled together by an invisible force.
Sliding along the massive causal array patterns that appeared on the ground, these patterns were not carved, but rather "manifested" directly from the depths of the swamp, as if this forbidden zone itself had been forcibly awakened from some long-forgotten memory. For every inch the array patterns extended, the ground collapsed an inch. The collapsed areas were not mud and water, but pitch-black void fissures. Deep within the fissures, countless twisted shadows could be vaguely seen slowly writhing, as if some enormous thing was being forcibly dragged up.
The actions of the Master Soul Dominion changed at this moment. Instead of continuing to expand the array patterns, it slowly pressed its hollow hand against its chest. The instant it pressed down, its chest cavity did not cave in; instead, Karma Ripple spread out like water. Wherever the ripples passed, numerous fragmented images began to appear in the air—the moments of death of countless beings, shattered fragments of the world, and the afterimages of swallowed eras. These were not illusions, but "historical remnants" forcibly extracted.
These images overlapped in the air, eventually converging into a massive, inverted vortex of cause and effect. The center of the vortex was pitch black, yet it faintly exuded a life rhythm that instilled instinctive fear, as if it were not Emptiness, but rather an unopened "eye." At this moment, the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp began to react abnormally. A continuous low rumble came from the depths of the swamp, as if some giant beast was turning over in the depths of the earth. The mist was pushed outward by an irresistible force, revealing more of the spatial structures that had been previously obscured.
The spaces themselves were violently distorted, as if making room for a being about to descend. Qin Yu's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He realized that this was not simply summoning a foreign being, but an attempt to drag a super monster that had long been "erased of its definition" back into reality from the blind spot of existence through the reversal of cause and effect and the nurturing of the Fate Soul. This method was no longer a summoning in the conventional sense, but rather an attack on the memories of the entire world.
As the vortex of cause and effect suddenly accelerated in speed, and huge, scale-like shadows began to appear at its edge, Qin Yu finally realized one thing—once this ritual was completed, what would appear would not be something controllable, but a calamity-level being powerful enough to shake the entire Void Obliteration Domain. He did not act immediately, remaining absolutely calm, because he knew that any rash intervention at this moment would be directly incorporated into the causal logic of this summoning, and the real key had not yet fully emerged.
At that moment, the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp was no longer just a swamp. It was as if some force that transcended eras had forcibly awakened its identity as "heaven and earth." The mist within a hundred miles suddenly collapsed, sinking layer by layer, and then was lifted up by an invisible force in the next instant, forming a gray-white mist curtain covering the sky. Beneath the mist curtain, the previous Causal Sacrifice Domain completely collapsed. The ground was no longer a swamp, but a dark and smooth "thoughtless stratum" was exposed, as if the earth's memory had been directly erased, leaving only a blank space that had not yet been defined.
The Stainless Realm · Supreme Master Soul Dominion spread its arms to their Limit, the causal cavity in its chest cavity had expanded to the point where it could no longer maintain its shape. Countless fragments of causality, forcibly drawn in, collided wildly within it, emitting a trembling sound somewhere between a low hum and a heartbeat. The sound did not spread outwards but acted directly on the level of existence. Qin Yu clearly felt as if the edge of his sea of consciousness had been gently tapped with a blunt instrument. No ripples were formed, yet it instinctively made him feel uneasy. And just before this unease could take shape, the causal cavity in the palm suddenly collapsed into a single point.
A touch of grayish-white.
The moment that grayish-white spot appeared, the entire Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp lost its concept of "direction." Heaven and earth no longer distinguished up from down, and distance and proximity lost their meaning. Space seemed to have been crumpled and then randomly unfolded. All the scenes tilted towards that grayish-white spot at the same time, as if it were not a location, but an "answer," an end point that all things would eventually reach.
The grayish-white color began to spread, but it didn't actually diffuse; rather, it became "visible."
What appeared first was a huge silhouette so blurry it could hardly be called an outline. It didn't occupy any space, yet it made the space itself seem superfluous, as if reality was merely a background temporarily used to support its appearance. Then, undulating lines emerged in the field of vision. These lines were not continuous, sometimes broken, sometimes overlapping, like something that had not yet decided whether to become a "form" and was repeatedly hesitating, until the next moment, pieces of gray-white, ashen scales began to solidify on their own.
The formation of the scales was without light or energy bursts, only a suffocating stillness. Each scale was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet as large as a shield, its edges covered with fine cracks, as if they were remnants forcibly peeled from countless obliterated thoughts. They adhered, spread out, and overlapped, arranging themselves in the void to form a dragon's body that stretched across the heavens and earth. When the dragon's body snaked out, it was ten thousand miles long, yet it did not collapse an inch of space, because it was not within the category of "weight," but rather embedded in the deathly stillness between reality and the Severed Thought Realm.
Two withered, Sever Thought horns, resembling rotten wood, extended diagonally from either side of the head, each over a hundred feet long. Their tips were cleanly broken off, the cut surfaces hollow and empty, as if severed directly from the level of "meaning." From within the horns, extremely subtle fireflies of thought continuously escaped. These fireflies, before they even had a chance to exist, had already dissipated on their own, as if they didn't even have the right to be "remembered." Several pale white wisps of lingering thoughts hung down, hundreds of feet long, moving without wind, yet not disturbing any physical objects. When they swept across the remaining mist of the swamp, the mist was not dispersed, but rather lost the concept of "diffusion," solidifying into a static, unchanging gray-white expanse.
When the dragon's head fully emerged from the folds of the void, the heavens and earth seemed to hold their breath for a moment. It was a face that could not be described as majestic or ferocious, because it did not attempt to convey any emotion. The dragon's head had lines so simple that they were almost rough, as if all "decorative" elements had been deliberately omitted, leaving only the necessary structure to bear Annihilation. And when those eyes opened, the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp trembled almost instinctively for the first time.
Those are not normal eyes.
Deep within what should have been the emptiness of the abyss of Abyss of Thought Severance, two strikingly bright crimson lights ignited. The red was not bright, yet it was exceptionally glaring, like foreign objects forcibly embedded in a space that should have been completely Emptiness. The crimson light did not project outwards but instead converged inwards, firmly anchored at the core of the dragon's soul. Qin Yu understood at a glance that the dragon's soul was not a natural manifestation but had been completely taken over by a higher-level master soul will. The crimson light was not an emotion but a mark of control, a shackle forcibly branded by the Fate Soul's dominion.
At that very moment, the dragon slowly swam a little.
There was no wind or thunder, no bursts of energy, only ripples of pale gray Annihilation spreading out from its body. Wherever the ripples passed, the rocks did not shatter, but lost their definition of "hardness"; the grass and trees did not wither, but lost their will to "grow"; the distant space began to become transparent, as if being wiped away bit by bit, revealing the unique, thoughtless, and empty background of the Severed Thought Realm. The laws of heaven and earth paused for a very brief moment, the trajectories of the sun and moon blurred for a breath, and even the flow of cause and effect slowed down.
Qin Yu stood amidst the fog, his expression calm to the point of being cold. He was not intimidated by the scene that was enough to destroy an entire world, because the moment those crimson eyes appeared, he had already seen through everything. This was not the natural Annihilation summoning that the Severed Thought Realm had sent down, but a calamity projection that had been artificially distorted and forcibly controlled.
Just as he was about to further deduce the source of control, a completely different aura suddenly and silently invaded his sea of consciousness.
There was no oppression, no hostility, not even a clear "sound." It was a sense of presence somewhere between mist and water, slow and heavy, as if the entire Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp itself had bowed its head at this moment and had entered the depths of his consciousness. Qin Yu's mind jolted, and the edge of his sea of consciousness instinctively tensed for a moment, but he forcibly stabilized it in the next instant.
He "saw" the true nature of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp.
It was not a landscape, but an ancient will perched atop countless layers of cause and effect. It had no fixed form, appearing only as a constantly flowing bluish-gray mist core. Within the mist core, countless shattered soul shadows could be vaguely seen floating and sinking, like remnants of consciousness swallowed by this forbidden zone yet forced to coexist. They overlapped but did not merge, forming an extremely strange balance. The outer layer of the mist core was wrapped with light bands like water ripples, which were the swamp's own rules and veins, breathing slowly and orderly, like both a warning and a request.
Qin Yu stared at the mist core for a moment without saying a word, waiting quietly for it to speak first.