The moment the Master Soul Dominion was completely Annihilation, the entire battlefield did not erupt in the clamor of victory; instead, it fell into a moment of suffocating imbalance.
Those Logic Remnants Lord had previously acted uniformly under the command of cause and effect seemed to have suddenly lost their "reason for being written." Their movements became visibly disordered—their charging posture froze halfway, their half-formed killing intent suddenly collapsed, and some even began to collide and tear each other apart, like a narrative forcibly cut off, now backfiring on itself. The roars were no longer orderly, but mixed with disorder and panic, like an army whose spine had been removed.
High above, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, which stretches across the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, also showed signs of abnormality at this moment.
The once stable outline of the abyss, like a crack in an era, began to tremble violently. The darkness at the edge was no longer the all-consuming "deep," but rather peeled away layer by layer like a tattered curtain. Countless Logic Remnants Lord had not yet had time to emerge were squeezed and pulled within the abyss, turning into chaotic gray-white light fragments, accompanied by a piercing low-frequency roar. This was a sign that the causal supply chain was collapsing completely.
In that instant, Chu Xianbing's voice broke through all the chaos. "Zhang Lin, Ming Ji— "
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like the first tremor of the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation turning, instantly freezing the rhythm of the battlefield.
"Quickly assist the disciple in Annihilation all remaining Logic Remnants Lord-- "
His gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade of judgment. "Not a single one will be allowed to escape."
Before the words were even finished, Zhang Lin and Ming Ji had already set off. The chaotic and Heavenly Emanation energy swept across the battlefield like a double torrent, and the morale of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys suddenly surged. Their killing momentum was like a dam bursting, and they began to carry out the final cleanup of the disordered Remnants Lord.
Chu Xianbing did not turn back.
With a single step, he left the main battlefield and headed alone towards the unstable Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.
With each step he took, the void seemed to automatically make way for him; the thirty-meter distance beneath his feet appeared to be forcibly compressed into the length of a single breath.
When he stopped, he was only thirty meters away from the abyss.
As if sensing the true "Terminator," the darkness within the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss surged wildly, and countless unfinished logical constructs attempted to reorganize and escape. Several tentacles made of causal remnants even extended from the edge of the abyss, trying to entangle and drag Chu Xianbing, pulling him into that out-of-control Logic Realm graveyard.
Chu Xianbing slowly raised his right hand. At that moment, the world fell silent.
It wasn't suppression, but rather—being silenced by fate itself. "Since you are a rift in the Causal Soul Logic Realm,"
His voice was deep and calm, "Then let's conclude with 'Return to One to Oneness'."
The next instant, the Light of Limitlessness within him, which had not yet been completely extinguished, was forcibly ignited to its Limit.
Supernatural Power - "Wuji Return to Origin - Boundary Abyss Severance"
In an instant, a colossal, obscuring phantom of the Wuji Emanation Wheel appeared behind him. This Emanation Wheel was not complete; rather, it was composed of countless broken arcs of cause and effect, each arc representing a path of destiny that had been ended.
The Emanation Wheel rotates slowly, and the sound of its rotation is not a roar, but a low-frequency resonance that makes existence itself tremble.
Chu Xianbing clenched his five fingers suddenly. The Emanation Wheel stopped abruptly and then fell in the opposite direction.
Instead of crashing into the abyss, it "dragged" the entire void into the Emanation Wheel.
Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss began to collapse inward, light and darkness, cause and effect and logic were forcibly compressed into an unextendable "origin axis." An unprecedented shriek erupted from within the abyss, and countless logical afterimages were stretched and torn apart as they fell, like the tattered manuscripts of a world being thrown into a millstone.
The next instant, Chu Xianbing pointed out with one finger. That finger, however, emitted no light.
Only a perfectly straight, Wuji crack extended from his fingertip, pierced through the void, and precisely penetrated the core of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.
Time seemed to be forcibly slowed down.
Wherever the cracks passed, all concepts of "supply," "summoning," and "derivation" were canceled one by one. The logic of the abyss's existence began to collapse, and darkness peeled away like a shadow that had lost its support. The Remnants Lord within, which had not yet taken shape, were silently erased without even the right to struggle.
The next moment--BOOM--!!!
It wasn't an explosion, but a complete inward collapse.
Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss folds inward from its edge, like a black sky that has been forcibly crushed, all levels and all depths are compressed into a dazzling but fleeting Wuji white dot in a single breath.
The white dot flashed for a moment. Then—it returned to zero.
The sky returned to its clear state, Sea of Heavenly Emanation began to flow again, as if no abyss had ever existed there.
Only the Logic Remnants Lord still being eradicated on the battlefield, and the lingering aftershocks of causality in the air, prove that—
That attack just now directly ended the fate of an entire entrance to the Logic Realm.
Chu Xianbing slowly withdrew his hand and stood in the void. His back, illuminated by the radiance of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, appeared incomparably lonely and heavy.
The real battle had already ended with his own hand.
The aftershocks of the Master Soul Dominion Annihilation and the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss returning to zero had not yet completely dissipated, but the sky above the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall had already regained its long-lost clarity. However, beneath that clarity, the reality of utter devastation could no longer be concealed.
The Emanation Wheel once slowly revolved around the temple have shattered into countless fragments of light, like broken rings of fate, silently suspended in mid-air; the outer walls of the glazed palace have collapsed in many places, their mirror-like surfaces reflecting destiny crisscrossed with cracks.
What is reflected is no longer a complete past and future, but countless broken, blank, and unrepeatable fragments of destiny. The light of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation still flows, but it is dimmer than before, as if it too is silent for this tragic price.
The last Logic Remnants Lord was reduced to causal dust and vanished into the void by the combined attack of the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys. The battlefield finally fell completely silent. There were no cheers, no celebrations, only a heavy weariness and the emptiness of loss. Everyone knew that this was not a simple victory, but a barely surviving battle bought with blood and soul.
Chu Xianbing stood atop the temple, his robes fluttering slightly in the still-unsettled turbulent currents of cause and effect. His gaze slowly swept across the surroundings, over the broken palace buildings and shattered Emanation Wheel, and over the still-standing, but weak, Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys. At that moment, his eyes held no Stainless Realm · Supreme, only an unconcealable heaviness.
When he spoke, his voice was deep and steady, yet it clearly reached the minds of every survivor.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
A single, brief sentence caused many disciples' gazes to falter slightly. Chu Xianbing paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the empty elder seats; those once-familiar auras had now all vanished into nothingness.
"Although my Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall was not destroyed in this battle, the cost was extremely heavy." His tone did not deliberately suppress his grief, nor did he allow his emotions to overflow. "All the elders have perished here. This is the heaviest loss the palace has suffered since its founding."
The void was completely silent; even the light flowing through the Sea of Heavenly Emanation seemed to be a beat slower.
Chu Xianbing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and his voice became decisive and clear again. "Zhang Lin."
Vice Hall Master Zhang Lin immediately stepped forward. Although he was severely injured and his breathing had not fully recovered, his gaze was exceptionally firm.
"You must immediately coordinate the remaining disciples, prioritizing the stabilization of the temple's foundation, the repair of the remaining structures and the Emanation Wheel, and the sealing of all causal rifts, ensuring that no external enemy has any further opportunity to exploit the situation."
"Yes." Zhang Lin responded in a low voice, then turned around and began to direct the Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys. His figure quickly disappeared into the busy crowd.
Chu Xianbing's gaze immediately fell on Ming Ji.
"Ming Ji."
"Ancestor." Ming Ji stepped forward, his eyes still wet with blood.
"You are responsible for gathering all the injured disciples, activating all the healing arrays within the hall, and stabilizing their Fate Soul and karmic foundation at all costs. Not a single survivor can be lost."
Ming Ji nodded emphatically, said nothing more, turned and left, and began to guide the injured Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys evacuate from the battlefield. The entire temple then entered a well-ordered but oppressive rebuilding rhythm.
Soon, the aura that had gathered high in the sky dissipated, leaving only Chu Xianbing standing in the same spot.
His gaze unconsciously drifted into the distance, towards the direction where Thoughtless Stillness Dragon had chased Qin Yu away.
The place was now completely Space Silence, without the surging of the Law of Annihilation or the oppressive presence of the Severed Thought Realm. It was as if nothing had ever happened, but Chu Xianbing knew more clearly than ever before that the real uncertainty lay hidden deep within that seemingly calm void.
"That disciple..." he murmured to himself, his voice almost drowned out by the flowing light of the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, "With the body of the Silent Mystery Realm, he lured away the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon. This courage and choice are beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators."
His brows furrowed slightly, and the image of Thoughtless Stillness Dragon's scarlet, empty eyes surfaced in his mind.
"The demonic dragon has not yet returned..." A very soft sigh echoed in his heart, "I hope you are safe and sound."
That sigh didn't escape his mind, yet it was heavier than any roar.
A moment later, Chu Xianbing slowly turned around and headed towards the deepest part of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall.
The shattered light and shadow automatically parted behind him, and his steps were steady and slow, as if he were stepping back step by step to the unbroken core of destiny of this temple.
Ahead, the severely damaged Wheel of Heavenly Emanation hangs in mid-air, crisscrossed with cracks, its shadow dimmed, awaiting to be awakened and repaired.
Chu Xianbing looked up at the incomplete Emanation Wheel, his gaze deep and resolute.
No matter the cost, this temple must be rebuilt.
Qin Yu's figure swept across the edge of the Void Obliteration Domain. The void in front of him was gradually swallowed by a layer of familiar and cold gray-blue mist. The outline of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp was slowly appearing at the end of the world. Behind him, however, the space was collapsing, returning to zero, and being reconstructed in a way that was almost "negated".
The Thoughtless Stillness Dragon is approaching.
It doesn't win through speed, but rather by shortening the distance through "inevitability." Where the dragon's body roams, there is no howling wind, no thunder, only layers of pale gray, Annihilation ripples spreading through the void. The space that those ripples sweep across is not shattered.
Instead, its "reason for continued existence" was erased, as if gently wiped off a painting by an invisible hand. The dragon's head hung high in the void, its vast body appearing and disappearing, its scales and armor peeling away layer by layer like remnants of thought, only to be reborn again. The horn of Sever Thought was hollow and silent.
As the dragon's whiskers fell, the "stable will" that had been pulling at a large area of the void collapsed into nothingness. What was most chilling was its pair of scarlet eyes that were also deathly dark. The chaos that had been forcibly controlled still lingered deep within the Abyss of Abyss of Thought Severance, but in the process of chasing Qin Yu, it gradually regained its instinctive indifference and purity.
Qin Yu forced himself to steady his breathing, his figure changing direction several times in the void, using the chaotic causal flow of the Void Obliteration Domain to avoid being locked on head-on, but each evasion could only delay the attack for a moment. It was not a pursuit, but a process in which "the finish line is actively approaching".
His mind, however, remained unusually calm.
"Severed Thought Realm · Initial Stage..." Qin Yu murmured to himself, his deductions unfolding like silent thunder deep within his sea of consciousness. "It doesn't rely on overwhelming power, but rather on 'Thought Has No Root' as its mode of existence. Direct confrontation will only drag you into its domain rules, gradually erasing you into a being devoid of thought."
He knew very well that continuing to flee would only make the situation more and more passive. The Thoughtless Stillness Dragon would not tire, while he would eventually have his Limit. More importantly, once it forced him to the core of the Void Obliteration Domain, it would not only affect him, but also the causal stability of the entire region.
"Moreover, it must be done by subduing them, not by killing them outright."
This idea was exceptionally firm in Qin Yu's mind.
In that instant, the scene that had unfolded in his mind when the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp had appeared in his sea of consciousness flashed before his eyes—that mysterious and powerful being from the Source of Epochless · Upper Layer stood in the sky, suppressing the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon into the depths of the swamp with indescribable power; it was also she who infused a wisp of will and divine consciousness into the Nether Mist, giving it self-awareness and making it a guardian rather than a cage itself.
"Since it's imprisonment, not Annihilation..." Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, "Then there must be room for 'control'."
The Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp is itself part of this dragon's destiny.
Once this judgment was formed, Qin Yu no longer hesitated. He abruptly changed direction, no longer fleeing towards the outer realm, but instead rushed directly towards the area where gray mist surged, and deathly silence and whispers coexisted.
The Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp rapidly magnified in his eyes. The gray-blue mist churned as if it had a life of its own, as if it sensed his approach or was responding to the approaching Dragon of Thought Severance behind him.
Above the swamp, the previously chaotic yet relatively stable causal flow began to tremble slightly, and a faint, ancient aura slowly awakened from the depths of the misty sea.
Behind Qin Yu, the Thoughtless Stillness Dragon seemed to have sensed something as well.
Its pursuit was momentarily halted; the aura of Annihilation surrounding its dragon body surged slightly, and a near-instinctive repulsion and wariness flashed deep within its scarlet pupils. It was the natural reaction of a previously imprisoned being to its old prison.
But in the next instant, this hesitation was suppressed by an even stronger "zeroing impulse". The dragon roared silently, but it caused a large area of void to collapse directly into the blank layer of the Severed Thought Realm. It no longer hesitated and followed Qin Yu directly toward the direction of the Gloomy Mist Soul-Entangling Swamp.
Qin Yu felt the pressure, but a barely perceptible smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Very good..." His mind was made up before his figure disappeared into the gray mist.