The Master Soul Dominion gave Chu Xianbing, Ming Ji, and Zhang Lin no chance to breathe. He didn't even look at the three of them again. He simply raised his hand and casually tapped the air with his index finger, as if he were just plucking an invisible thread.
The next instant, the massive body of the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon suddenly stiffened, as if some higher-level pain had been forcibly pierced into the very foundation of its existence. A scream that could not be measured by sound suddenly erupted from its originally lifeless and empty dragon mouth. It was not a sound wave, but the shockwave caused on the causal level when the "self was torn apart". The light flow of the entire Sea of Heavenly Emanation collapsed violently at this moment, as if the star sea had been emptied of its core.
A crimson light ignited from the depths of the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon's pupils, like two blood-red stars forcibly embedded in the Abyss of Thought Severance. In the next instant, it lowered its dragon head, aiming at Chu Xianbing and the other two. The aura of Annihilation around the dragon's body suddenly underwent a qualitative change. It was no longer a simple "erasure," but began to collapse inward and sink into the origin of cognition.
Supernatural power – without intention or form, descends.
There was no impact, no energy surge, and even the spatial tremors disappeared. For a fleeting moment, Chu Xianbing and his companions experienced an extremely eerie illusion—as if the entire world had suddenly become "too quiet," and even the most basic judgment, "I am standing here," began to waver.
Memories, like ink stains soaked in water, quickly blur and dissipate, blurring the distinction between "this is my past" and "this is someone else's afterimage." Emotions lose their anchor; anger, regret, and a sense of responsibility all become vague and distant. Even the body itself feels like an object forgotten in a corner—still there, yet no longer connected to "me." Who am I?
The moment the thought arose, it was like a stone thrown into thin air, failing to elicit any response and being quickly erased.
For the first time, the glazed divine light in Chu Xianbing's eyes fluctuated violently. His figure began to appear and disappear in reality, his edges like those of a statue eroded by wind and sand, with fine light flakes constantly peeling off his outline.
Ming Ji's Stainless Dharma form suddenly lost focus, and the originally solemn and solid outline of destiny began to dissolve, as if it had lost the reason for "why it exists"; Zhang Lin even groaned, and the chaotic aura dissipated wildly. His nine clones collapsed one after another, turning into gray streams of light without any emotional fluctuation.
Just as the three people's "self" was about to be completely erased and their subjectivity was about to dissolve into absolute emptiness, Chu Xianbing suddenly took a step forward.
The moment he took that step, he didn't shatter the void, but rather seemed to step onto the juncture where all causes and effects converged. He didn't try to "prove who he was," nor did he resist the force that erased his self; instead, he did something almost counterintuitive—
He voluntarily relinquished all self-definition. Name, identity, cultivation, responsibility, grief, anger—all the labels belonging to "Chu Xianbing" vanished simultaneously in his heart, leaving only the most primal and purest anchor point—cause and effect were still at work.
The next instant, a nearly transparent, Stainless light curtain unfolded from his body. It was neither protective Gang Qi nor a defensive barrier, but a neutral state "before existence is defined." Wherever the light curtain reached, the erosion of the void and emptiness seemed to be isolated, and the self was no longer dissolved, because at this moment, he no longer used "self" as the fulcrum of existence.
Chu Xianbing gave a low shout, his hands clasped together and then suddenly separated, causing the Stainless light barrier to split into two, one on the left and one on the right, forcefully enveloping Ming Ji and Zhang Lin. The moment the light barrier covered them, Ming Ji snapped back to his senses, the light of destiny refocusing in his eyes. He immediately suppressed all his emotions and obsessions.
Compressing his consciousness into a cold and stable "judgment core," the Dharma form no longer manifested any form, leaving only the most basic causal judgment structure to resist self-dissolution. Zhang Lin gritted his teeth and roared, forcibly abandoning the chaotic shadow division, and reclaiming all the dissipated power into his main body. He used the most primal "instinct of existence" to fight against the power that deleted his subjectivity, and only then did the disintegration at the edge of his body barely stop.
Above the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall, a scene resembling the end of the world unfolded— the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon's crimson pupils hung high like two blood-red suns, with layers of Law of Annihilation pressing down; Chu Xianbing stood in the shattered sea of causal light, their figures swaying constantly between "existence" and "emptiness," each time they managed to stabilize themselves, they were forcibly pulled back from the brink of life and death.
The Master Soul Dominion stood higher, coldly looking down at everything, as if waiting for a predetermined outcome.
Qin Yu stood at the edge of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, in the gap between light and shadow torn apart by war and karma. His aura was compressed to almost nothing, mixed in with the remaining causal ripples of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys. Even though the gaze of the Master Soul Dominion swept over him several times, it only passed by the void beside him.
But just as Thoughtless Stillness Dragon unleashed "No Intention, Empty Form," Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. He was not intimidated by the terror of erasing subjectivity; instead, in that deathly silence that almost rendered the world speechless, he detected an extremely subtle yet fatal "circuit deviation."
He saw it—it wasn't simple annihilation, but a reverse collapse centered on "self." The Thoughtless Stillness Dragon didn't directly kill existence, but first stripped away "who am I," then allowed the unanchored existence to collapse on its own; and all of this was predicated on the goal still "resisting the loss of self."
In an instant, Qin Yu's mind completed an extremely dangerous deduction. He realized that the only possibility of subduing this Thoughtless Stillness Dragon was not to engage in a stronger clash, but to follow its laws to the end, and then twist it at the end—so that "selflessness" no longer points to collapse, but to bearing.
At that moment, he had already sketched out a path in his mind, a path that must completely pull the battlefield away from the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall. Only by breaking free from the suppression of the River of Destiny and the Wheel of Emanation Wheel could the dragon truly "hear" another kind of response.
He began to subtly manipulate the aftershocks of cause and effect, as if he were laying out a Thoughtless Stillness Dragon to "leave the stage." Every fluctuation was imperceptible, yet they were quietly converging on the undefined void beyond the Sea of Heavenly Emanation.
At the same time, Chu Xianbing realized that the battle was being dragged into an unbearable abyss, and the hesitation in his eyes instantly turned into decisiveness. The next moment, he raised his head and looked directly into the deepest part of the dome of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall, at the "Light of Limitlessness" that had never truly appeared since the foundation of the palace was built.
He no longer cared about the rift in the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation, nor did he attempt to repair the crumbling causal structure. Instead, he used himself as a catalyst, completely releasing his control over the light. A silvery-white radiance, like a silently rising star, descended from the palace ceiling, instantly engulfing Chu Xianbing. The light was not intense.
Yet it carried an unavoidable presence. The circular halo slowly spread outwards, and wherever it passed, the originally surging aura of Annihilation was smoothed into a still mist. The roar of cause and effect collided into distant and indistinct echoes. Even the ceaseless flow of light in the Sea of Heavenly Emanation of Evolution froze at this moment, as if the whole world had been put on pause.
At the edge of the halo, tiny, glass-like fragments of light continuously peeled away. Any Logic Remnants Lord and lingering obsessions that were touched were silently transformed into wisps of smoke, disappearing into the light before they could even struggle.
When the radiance of "Limitless Purifying Stillness Slaughter" enveloped the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon, the dragon's body, which bore the law of Thought Severance, showed a clear retreat for the first time. On its ashen gray scales, the solidified remnants of thought began to fade slightly, as if a layer of old grime had been washed away.
In those blood-red eyes, an unsteady ripple of crimson light, like a brand, spread through them, causing a brief but dangerous disruption to the flow of the Law of Annihilation. The dragon's body slowly moved backward in the void, and the ripples of Annihilation stirred up by its tail were smoothed out layer by layer by the Light of Limitlessness, turning into an almost transparent blank space.
However, amidst this dazzling display that seemed to completely turn the tide of battle, the Master Soul Dominion merely let out a cold laugh. He didn't retreat; instead, he raised his arms, and the remnants of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss that he had forcibly torn apart behind him suddenly overlapped and contracted.
Layers of Stainless power intertwined around him, forming a defensive structure like a life armor. This defense was not a physical entity, but rather a patchwork of countless rewritten causal nodes. When the Light of Limitlessness fell upon it, it could only stir up ripples, but could not truly penetrate it.
He stood firmly in the center of the halo, the void beneath his feet forcibly defined as "non-zero," forcefully resisting the erosion of the purifying Annihilation.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand, his five fingers slowly spreading, aiming at Ming Ji and Zhang Lin, who were struggling to maintain their own existence. At that moment, the temperature in the world seemed to drop suddenly, and a killing intent even colder than that of the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon descended.
A constantly rotating black mark appeared in the palm of the Master Soul Dominion. The inside of the mark was not darkness, but a dense mass of causal fragments that devoured each other, like the core of countless destinies that had been forcibly broken and compressed.
He uttered the name of the supernatural power in a low voice, but it resonated in the very foundation of every being—a killing law specifically designed for "Guardians," intended to crush their responsibility, beliefs, and even the very reason for their protection.
The moment the mark lit up, Ming Ji and Zhang Lin simultaneously felt the ground beneath them begin to collapse, as if the whole world was declaring to them: everything you protect is the very reason to kill you.
Meanwhile, in the heart of the chaotic battle further away, Qin Yu had quietly completed his final plan. His gaze swept across the tumultuous battlefield, fixed firmly on the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon, which was being pulled apart by multiple forces. Only one thought was slowly forming in his mind—it was time to get this dragon out of here.
The killing intent under the Master Soul Dominion was no longer concealed at that moment. The black mark in his palm, which was formed by the compression of broken fate and rewritten cause and effect, suddenly fell, like a silent meteorite of the end, directly smashing towards the place where Ming Ji and Zhang Lin were standing.
The heavens and earth did not explode, but rather seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The light flow of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation instantly reversed and flowed backward, all causal lines collapsed madly. Ming Ji felt as if the "Decree of the Palace Master" he represented was being forcibly stripped away. The responsibility to protect the palace, the will to maintain order, and even the legitimacy of his existence, all transformed into sharp backlashes under the pull of that mark, slashing towards him.
Zhang Lin let out a muffled groan, and for the first time, uncontrollable cracks appeared on his body, Chaos Realm · Supreme. It was as if everything he had cultivated was being judged as "redundant." Chu Xianbing's eyes turned cold. He didn't try to block the mark, but instead made a near-self-destructive choice in a fraction of a second—he forcibly detonated a long-sealed part of his own Fate-Cause, tearing his "former self" from the river of fate and turning it into a substitute anchor point for his own demise.
Forced into the killing circuit of that black seal, a silent tear spread through the void. The abandoned cause and effect was instantly annihilated, only to be exchanged for a few breaths of respite. Ming Ji and Zhang Lin were thrown thousands of feet away, their bloodstains flashing in the Light of Stainlessness, their lives hanging by a thread.
It was at this very moment that the Master Soul Dominion raised his hand again, pointing at the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon, whose scales had faded under the suppression of the Limitless Purifying Stillness Slaughter. The shadow of the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor deepened behind him. The Thoughtless Stillness Dragon's head slowly lowered, its scarlet pupils like two ignited abyssal marks. The entire "comprehension structure" of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation began to collapse visibly.
It opened its dragon mouth, but no sound waves escaped; only an invisible, suffocating distortion spread out—that was "Thought Has No Root, Blind to Cause and Effect." In an instant, all conscious beings on the battlefield experienced a violent sense of disorientation; attacks lost their reason, defense lost its meaning.
In the eyes of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys, the world disintegrated into a series of unrelated fragments; the cries of their companions became incomprehensible noise; their own power seemed to no longer belong to them, and even the intention to raise a hand could not find a place to land. The fear did not come from death, but from the "inability to understand that they were dying," an absolute disorder that was enough to crush the very foundation of their consciousness.
Just as this understanding was about to completely collapse, a Causal Loop that had been deliberately suppressed to the Ultimate quietly lit up. Qin Yu stood on the edge of chaos, his eyes calm to the point of indifference. He did not fight against the disorder, but instead followed its original source and gently guided the "predetermined cause and effect" that had been laid out in the dark.
That wasn't an attack, but an invitation—a blank trajectory pointing to the "Source of Thought Severance," which he forcefully embedded into the flow of the laws of the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon. The next instant, the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon's body trembled violently. It wasn't from an external force, but rather its own Law of Annihilation sensing for the first time the call of "of the same origin but not in this realm." The dragon's head subconsciously turned, and the Thought Has No Root that originally enveloped the Sea of Heavenly Emanation experienced a brief delay.
At that very moment, Qin Yu ceased his concealment. He stepped out of the void, his aura fully revealed, and his voice, like a wedge cleaved in the chaotic storm of cause and effect, exploded forth—"Ancestor, I've come to aid you! This beast, let me Annihilation!"
This sound, though not loud, strangely pierced through the barrier of cognitive disorder, forcibly drawing everyone's attention almost simultaneously. The gaze of the Master Soul Dominion coldly swept over Qin Yu, a disdainful curve playing on his lips, his deep, contemptuous voice echoing in the void. "A mere cultivator at the Silent Mystery Realm, overestimating himself."
After a brief moment of surprise, Chu Xianbing frowned sharply. He looked at Qin Yu, his voice filled with suppressed urgency. "Don't come any closer! Retreat!"
Zhang Lin and Ming Ji were both stunned for a few moments. A strong sense of unease flashed through Ming Ji's mind—he had never seen this disciple before. But he didn't have time to ask, and could only roar, "Step back! You will be instantly Annihilation!"
However, Qin Yu had already stood at the intersection of cause and effect. He neither retreated nor responded, but simply looked up at the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon being pulled between two forces. The path that had already been laid out in his heart was slowly taking shape. In the next step, the battlefield would no longer belong to the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall.