The gaze of the Master Soul Dominion tilted slightly in the void. That gaze was devoid of emotion, yet colder than any rage, as if it had already foreseen the fate of this battlefield. Looking at the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, where the dust of causal energy had not yet dissipated, a barely perceptible smile slowly curved his lips, his voice low and hoarse.
As if squeezing out from the cracks of countless broken destinies. "Not bad... you actually Annihilation my entire army with a single strike." He paused slightly, his gaze passing over Chu Xianbing and landing on the depths of the surging sea of destiny's light in the distance, "But, can you Annihilation —the infinite?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the world fell silent.
In the next instant, the sky above the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall seemed to be torn open from the inside by an invisible giant claw. A pitch-black rift spanning tens of thousands of miles suddenly appeared, with a deafening roar as if billions of worlds were collapsing at the same time, causing even the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation to tremble sharply. Deep within the rift, there was no light, no shadow, only layers of dark structures collapsing inward, as if it were not space that had been torn apart, but rather "existence" itself that had been forcibly stripped away.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal object, beyond the measure of any scale, slowly "emerged" from the crack.
That was not a ship hull in the ordinary sense. The so-called Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was more like a whole piece of Logic Abyss itself that had been cut off—its outer shell was composed of countless intersecting causal faults, and its surface flowed with logical flames that were interwoven with dark red and dark purple.
Within each streak of flame, fragments of fate—obliterated, rewritten, and forcibly pieced together—were reflected. The edges of the ship's hull exhibited irregular serrations, as if it had once gnawed at the causal foundations of countless worlds, leaving even the void itself with shattered, bitten textures.
Unlike any previous Causal Soul Logic Realm, it was not suspended in space, but rather semi-embedded within the causal layer of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation. The River of Destiny was forcibly compressed and shifted around it, causing the originally smoothly flowing Sea of Light to experience large-scale interruptions and swirling, as if the "supply of destiny" for the entire Void Obliteration Domain was being disrupted.
It was being forcibly extracted by this colossal abyss structure. At this moment, the glazed palace of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall resonated violently, and every mirror of destiny reflected the same scene—countless worlds were being thrown out of balance by the appearance of this abyss.
When the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was fully revealed, countless scarlet nodes suddenly lit up inside the rift, as if the abyss had opened millions of eyes.
The Master Soul Dominion raised a finger and flicked it lightly in that instant when deathly silence and roar intertwined.
"Snap."
The crisp snap of fingers drowned out all the thunder at that moment. The next instant, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the torn sky. It was not the voice of a single being, but the simultaneous roar of billions of beings reshaped by logic and distorted by cause and effect. Crimson nodes lit up one by one, as if floodgates had been opened at the same time, and black tide-like figures surged wildly out of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.
The Logic Remnants Lord, like an endless torrent of calamities, poured down from the depths of the abyss. They varied in form, yet none were complete; some were pieced together from fragmented rules, others were simply aggregates of causal fragments, dragging burning chains of logic.
Tearing open wounds in the void. Each flap of wings, each fall, causes violent fluctuations in the Sea of Destiny, as if the Sea of Heavenly Emanation itself is being constantly torn apart and consumed.
Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Tens of millions?... The numbers are countless.
The entire sky above the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall was completely obscured, the sea of light was swallowed by shadows, and the River of Destiny appeared fragile and delicate in the face of this black tide. The breathing of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys instantly became rapid, and even those with firm Dao hearts could not help but feel a chill in the face of this almost infinite number.
That was not a simple military force, but an absolute attrition tactic centered on "unlimited supply".
Chu Xianbing stood above the sea of light, the light of cause and effect swirling rapidly around him, his gaze becoming solemn for the first time. Qin Yu, mingling among the disciples, looked up at the abyssal black tide that blotted out the sky, his heart suddenly sinking—this was not a simple war, but a forced exchange of fate for time for the entire Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall.
Beneath the sky submerged by the black tide, the Silent Thoughtless Stillness Dragon's crimson eyes slowly lit up, as if awaiting a moment that would truly tear everything apart.
The moment the black tide pressed in, the Sea of Heavenly Emanation seemed to be pressed into an abyss by an invisible giant hand. The sea of light surged, and the River of Destiny let out a mournful cry that was almost like it was breaking. Tens of thousands of Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys stood suspended in the void, their glazed armor flickering in the turbulent currents of cause and effect. For the first time, their breathing became disordered. Even these beings, who had once been the masters of the River of Destiny, could not hide the most instinctive fear in their eyes at this moment.
It wasn't fear of death, but fear of "infinity"—when the enemy no longer followed any laws of attrition, courage itself became a bargaining chip to be repeatedly crushed. Palace Master Ming Ji and Vice Palace Master Zhang Lin stood at the forefront, their robes fluttering, yet there was no wind to rely on. Their eyes were fixed on the Logic Remnants Lord that was continuously surging out from the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss. Their Adam's apples moved slightly, but they couldn't utter a sound.
Chu Xianbing atop the highest causal node of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall, his figure appearing exceptionally solitary under the radiance of the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation. He didn't look back at anyone, but slowly raised his hands, his fingers spread wide, as if to grasp the entire Sea of Heavenly Emanation into his palms. The next instant, the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation suddenly accelerated, its originally stable rotational trajectory forcibly pushed into its Limit state, billions of Emanation Wheel lit up simultaneously, and the Sea of Destiny was like a giant boulder thrown into it, collapsing layer by layer and then being reconstructed layer by layer.
Countless threads of cause and effect were drawn from the depths of the void, coiling around Chu Xianbing's body. His aura became incomparably sharp at this moment, as if his entire being was transforming into a weapon forged from "cause and effect" itself. Each roar of the Emanation Wheel signified that a section of the River of Destiny was temporarily diverted, compressed, and reorganized to resist the black tide known as "Infinite Supply." The Wheel of Heavenly Emanation emitted a piercing cracking sound.
Fine cracks began to appear on the glass-like light and shadow, but Chu Xianbing did not retreat an inch. With the will of the Stainless Realm · Supreme, he forcefully pushed the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation to the edge of collapse, colliding head-on with the endless abyssal torrent.
Just as everyone's attention was drawn to this earth-shattering confrontation, Qin Yu had already made his move. He blended into the ranks of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys, his figure almost merging with the mist of destiny, his mind sinking into a deeper causal structure.
He didn't look at the overwhelming black tide, but instead traced the faintest pulse in the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss upstream. It was an extremely hidden "supply anchor point," like the only umbilical cord between the heart of the abyss and the outside world. Qin Yu's consciousness became extremely calm in that instant. He triggered cause and effect in the most restrained way, as if gently plucking a string stretched to its Limit.
The moment the anchor point was severed, a very brief stagnation occurred in a certain section of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, causing the black tide to pause almost imperceptibly.
It was in that very moment.
The body of the Master Soul Dominion suddenly stiffened, and his head turned around at an almost inhuman speed. His cold gaze, like a sharp blade piercing through the void, swept straight into the depths of the array of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys.
At that moment, Qin Yu decisively stopped, severing all causal threads simultaneously, his aura returning to stillness, as if he had never touched any taboo. The gaze of the Master Soul Dominion shifted back and forth between the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys, as if discerning a nearly Does Not Exist object.
In the blink of an eye, the air seemed to freeze, and even the ripples of Annihilation around the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon paused briefly.
Finally, that gaze slowly withdrew.
The Master Soul Dominion turned his gaze back to Chu Xianbing and the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation, a cold, enigmatic smile playing on his lips, as if the earlier anomaly was merely an insignificant disturbance in the flow of fate. The black tide surged once more, amplified by the roars from the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, as if responding to his silent command.
Standing amidst the light and mist, Qin Yu's heartbeat did not quicken. He clearly realized that he had already been "noticed" once, and a second time would not be so easily ignored. This war was quietly sliding towards a more dangerous and irreversible juncture.
As the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation operated at its Limit, it emitted a mournful cry that nearly tore the heavens and earth apart. It was not the sound of metal breaking, but the wailing of destiny itself being forcibly twisted. The edges of countless Emanation Wheel began to crumble, and the glass-like fragments transformed into billions of uncontrolled causal light particles.
Swept away by the turbulent currents of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, the foundation of the entire Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall underwent an irreversible rupture at this moment. The River of Destiny trembled violently, and images of the past and future flashed back and forth in the void, like the last struggle of a world's memory on the verge of destruction.
Chu Xianbing atop the crumbling core, his white hair flying wildly in the windless void, yet his eyes showed no hesitation. He didn't look at the collapsing Wheel of Heavenly Emanation, nor did he heed the terrified cries of his disciples behind him. Instead, he slowly raised his head.
His gaze passed over the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon, which blotted out the sky, and locked onto the figure of the Master Soul Dominion. In the next instant, his eyes suddenly burst forth with an almost blinding, azure-colored divine light, as if two suns compressed to their Ultimate illuminated the entire chaotic Sea of Heavenly Emanation.
Nine small Emanation Wheel emerged from his body, each no more than ten feet in size, yet heavy as if bearing the weight of an entire river of destiny. As the Emanation Wheel spun, the center reflected the three illusory images Master Soul Dominion —past, present, and future—overlapping and appearing at the same moment. The images flickered wildly, and the branches of destiny spread out like a spider web, only to be forcibly gathered in an instant.
Chu Xianbing brought his five fingers together and flicked them slightly. The nine Emanation Wheel simultaneously emitted a crisp and resolute cracking sound, turning into a sky full of golden light dust. They then condensed into countless chains of light covered with runes of destiny, which poured down like a torrential rain Master Soul Dominion.
Wherever the chain of light passed, the void was completely imprisoned, and even cause and effect itself were forcibly locked. Above the head of the Master Soul Dominion, a blurry yet magnificent projection of a river of destiny suddenly appeared, its waters flowing backward, its tributaries collapsing one by one.
Ultimately, all the trajectories collapsed madly, converging at a single node—a scarlet, chilling mark of certain death, its killing light pulsating, resonating with the blood-red brand deep within the pupils of the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon.
Almost simultaneously, Ming Ji and Zhang Lin also made their moves. Ming Ji took a step forward, causing the light flow of the entire Sea of Heavenly Emanation to collapse. He formed hand seals, and behind him emerged a Destiny Dharma Image condensed from Light of Stainlessness. The Dharma Image raised its hand, compressing countless causal threads into a beam of judgment that pierced through heaven and earth.
With an absolute will that "fate cannot be defied," he slashed down. Zhang Lin roared, unleashing the full power of his Chaos Realm · Supreme mastery. His figure split into nine in the void, each wielding a void battle axe woven from chaos and causality. As the axe blades fell, space itself was cleaved into layers of cross-sections, all aimed at the Master Soul Dominion.
The three supernatural powers locked on simultaneously, as if the heavens and earth had been frozen in time.
The Master Soul Dominion stood at the eye of the storm, his robes unmoved. A cold smile slowly curved his lips, his voice low and contemptuous, echoing clearly in the depths of every living being's consciousness—"A mere ant trying to shake a tree."
He raised one hand and gently pinched it with his five fingers in an almost illogical way.
In the distance, the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon, which had been coiled in the sky, suddenly let out a silent roar. Its massive body was forcibly pulled closer in an instant, as if space itself had been folded into a short passage.
Its pupils suddenly lit up with a dazzling crimson, and a violent current of laws surged from the depths of the Abyss of Abyss of Thought Severance. Just as the three world-destroying divine powers were about to strike the Master Soul Dominion, the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon suddenly opened its mouth.
There was no light, no sound, and no sign of any energy burst. The "Thought Severing Tribulation" descended silently.
In that instant, Chu Xianbing, Ming Ji, and Zhang Lin all experienced an indescribable sense of disorientation. They clearly "thought" that their supernatural powers were continuing to advance, and clearly "aware" that the power was still operating.
But reality seemed to have forcibly severed the connection by an invisible hand. Chu Xianbing's causal chain abruptly halted less than a hundred feet from the Master Soul Dominion, the runes dimming as if it had lost its reason to continue tightening; Ming Ji's judgment light hovered in the void.
The light flashed violently, but could not advance even an inch further; Zhang Lin's Chaos Battle Axe was halfway through its swing when all the shadows froze, as if frozen in an absurd scene.
They were "thinking," but thinking could no longer drive any change in reality; they were "acting," but found that the instructions for action could no longer be transmitted to their own level of existence. Consciousness remained clear and active, but the body and power were completely out of control, as if they had been separated into two unrelated parts, imprisoned in an invisible cage.
The body of the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon trembled slightly at this moment, large pieces of its gray-white scales shattered and turned into nothingness and dust. Fine cracks appeared on the horn of Sever Thought, clearly suffering a backlash that could not be ignored. But it still stood firmly in front of the Master Soul Dominion, using its own Law of Annihilation to withstand and cut off the combined attack of the three supreme beings.
The next instant, as the connection between consciousness and existence was forcibly torn apart, Chu Xianbing and the other two groaned simultaneously, their supernatural powers completely dissipated, the void resumed its flow, and that brief but fatal imbalance had already slid the entire battle situation into an even more dangerous abyss.