Realm Lord · Supreme: A Flower Blooms in the Sea of Consciousness
The pavilion was completely silent; heaven and earth seemed to be waiting for something.
Ling Jingxi did not leave, but stood beside Qin Yu, her gaze fixed on him. For the first time, her usually calm and unwavering eyes revealed a complex emotion that was close to "shock".
She looked at that figure, her face pale and her soul in disarray, yet she still did not collapse. He had forcibly taken on the uncontrollable reverse flow of the "Realm-Returning Factor" for her in a way she had never known. And she knew who she was; her soul was the perfected fifth-order Realm Master soul, almost at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao. Any lower-realm being touched by the pressure of her original soul would have their consciousness shattered and their heart broken.
He blocked it, and even held on.
Just then, her brow twitched, and an extremely serene ripple of her soul expanded out from the depths of her sea of consciousness.
She was startled, and the "Realm Evolution Soul Flower" within her sea of consciousness slowly unfurled its first petal at that moment.
The petals are silent, as if they came from ancient times, rippling with concentric circles of gray-white and pale gold.
That was neither an illusion nor a soul image, but a true "materialization of the realm soul"—a transformation of the sea of consciousness that can be brought about by almost only "powerful beings of the Silent Source Realm".
Then, the second petal.
Then, the third petal, the fourth petal...
With each petal unfolding, her sea of consciousness trembled violently. It was a transformation more terrifying than advancing in rank, as if the world was being rewritten from within, with rules flowing out from the flower, dismantling and reweaving her entire Spiritual Sense structure inch by inch!
She understood that this was not the perfection of the fifth level of the Realm Master —this was a breakthrough.
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In the understanding of cultivators, the fifth level of the Realm Master is the pinnacle of the Soul Dao, with perfect harmony of life and consciousness, and is the embodiment of the power of heaven and earth. But in fact, very few people know that after the fifth level, there is indeed a "hidden realm" that is not recorded in the Realm Soul, nor is it engraved on the Soul Stele.
This realm is called the Supreme Realm Lord.
The conditions are not magic power, soul power, or opportunity, but rather—the passive resonance of the cause and effect of the consciousness soul, which then reshapes the image of one's own soul and allows one to use the soul of a vessel.
Simply put, you must possess a super artifact spirit "capable of devouring souls and shaping lives," and make it willingly accept you as its host.
Ling Jingxi has reached perfection. With flowers as the medium, knowledge as the vessel, and the soul as the boundary, at this moment, the three are in harmony, and the rules are actively rewritten.
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"The seventh petal..."
She murmured.
The "Realm Emanation Flower" in her sea of consciousness had already blossomed with seven petals, half open and half still closed, but even this half of its power was enough to cause the Heavenly Dao Rule Chains to automatically emerge throughout her soul network!
She sensed the wind. Not the wind of reality, but a very subtle "wind of future rules" deep within her consciousness.
That is the Way of Silent Origin.
Those below the fifth rank of Realm Master cannot hear or see it.
And now—she can hear it.
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When the flower bloomed its eighth petal, she seemed to be bathed in an invisible light. Suddenly, a visible layer of light rose from the entire Floating Mountain Pavilion and the surrounding sky, spreading thousands of feet away in an instant!
Qin Yu also suddenly opened his eyes; he saw that scene—
Thousands of "patterned magic lines" rippled around Ling Jingxi's body, each one like a fragment of a broken soul reassembling. These lines were not runes, but "rules".
This is -- the Supreme Stage.
"You... broke through?"
His voice was slightly hoarse; his soul platform was not yet stable.
Ling Jingxi looked down at him, her eyes no longer holding the aloofness of someone at the top, but for the first time showing a gentle yet calm reflection of emotion.
"Mmm," she said softly.
Do you know what this means?
Qin Yu was taken aback. "Does that mean..."
"This means I can stand in the eye without crumbling when facing someone at the Initial Silent Source Realm."
"This also means that I can kill a fifth-level Realm Lord Realm as easily as killing a speck of dust."
The wind rises, the flowers bloom, and the rules flow beneath her feet.
Ling Jingxi slowly reached out, gently placing a petal of flower essence on her fingertips. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from...
"I have glimpsed the ninth petal."
Qin Yu was stunned. "You can go in again?"
She smiled calmly and shook her head gently:
"Not now."
"Because... you haven't finished walking the path you were meant to walk."
I can't walk too far ahead of you.
She didn't explain this sentence.
But she knew he would eventually go further. She didn't want to leave him too soon.
She is the calmest being in the Heavenly Cosmos, and the proudest flower. And at this moment, she is willing to stand by his side and quietly watch the flowers bloom.
The fragrance of flowers lingered in the pavilion, and the light of the setting sun still danced in the air.
Qin Yu had just stabilized his soul platform and hadn't even had time to adjust his breathing when he felt an extremely gentle yet awe-inspiring aura descend upon him, as if all the worlds were still and a single flower was in full bloom.
Ling Jingxi turned around, and above her brow, an extremely fine silver-white light pattern meandered out from the Realm Emanation Flower, resembling a soul imprint and a boundary pattern, before slowly disappearing into her hair.
She is no longer the person she once was.
That was the first time Qin Yu truly felt a transcendent aura, as if "this woman is no longer bound by worldly constraints." Even though she was still standing before him, still speaking ordinary words, the breath of the cycle of the Flower Path Rules was already gently flowing in his sea of consciousness.
She said softly:
"After my breakthrough, it gifted me three techniques."
"The Realm Evolution Soul Flower is a remnant of the spirit of a transcendent artifact. After I fully merged with it, its memories as a soul flower also awakened."
"It told me that these three techniques require no practice, no deduction, and no comprehension."
"I only need to call upon it—and it will bloom for me."
She spoke very calmly, but her words were like a divine whisper.
Qin Yu asked in a low voice, "Three styles...?"
Ling Jingxi turned her palm, and a ripple of consciousness appeared at her fingertips. A very pale gray-white petal slowly rose, like the first rays of light under the still moon, and floated quietly in her palm. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation, but it made the surrounding void tremble slightly.
She parted her red lips slightly:
"First move, Spirit Evolution: Flowers Fall into Ten Abysses."
"This technique uses the Soul Wheel as its foundation and the Realm Soul as its guide, forcibly causing the enemy's consciousness to sink into the Tenfold Abyss of Derivation. Each abyss means certain death, and all ten abysses result in ten deaths, resulting in the complete severing of the soul."
She looked ahead, and with a light tap of her fingertip, the petal gently spun down.
In an instant, ten invisible soul wheels seemed to unfold in the void, each reflecting a different phantom of death.
Death by burning, death by withering soul, death by reversed consciousness, death by the annihilation of reincarnation...
All the phantoms are not meant to kill the enemy, but rather to recreate the "ten most terrifying ways to die" from the very essence of the enemy's soul.
Qin Yu only glanced at one of the rounds before feeling a faint pain in his sea of consciousness. He quickly looked away, his heart filled with indescribable shock.
He understood that this was a deadly technique targeting "True Soul Cultivators".
If it were an ordinary enemy at the Soul Realm, a single round would be enough to cause them to automatically dissipate their soul and collapse their consciousness in fear, without any effort being made.
The petals were not broken, but merely swirled gently.
A few breaths later, the petals returned to the palm of the hand, and the void returned to silence, as if all the illusions had never existed.
She gently blew away the petal and said:
"Second Form, Tracing Boundaries: Reflecting Flowers and Questioning the Wheel."
"One mirror, one cause; one flower, one life. All the obsessions, regrets, hatreds, and karmic connections in the hearts of those reflected in the mirror will turn into a curse of backlash, striking back at their souls."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yu murmured, "To see the enemy's true nature, and to let the enemy kill themselves."
She nodded gently.
"And the third move, 'Wheel of Silence - the Flower Never Reaches Its End'."
She paused slightly as she spoke.
"This technique need not be used. Because you shouldn't be seen."
It was a technique akin to divine judgment; once cast, it meant either death or "never having existed."
A rare look of caution appeared in her eyes. Even though she had now Supreme Realm Lord, she was unwilling to use that move lightly, because even she might not be able to escape unscathed.
"Qin Yu." She suddenly turned her head, her voice extremely soft.
Do you know why I brought you back to my room? And why I never suspected you?
Qin Yu was slightly taken aback, then smiled faintly, "Because you know I'm not the kind of person who would betray you."
She glanced at him quietly and nodded.
"The Realm Evolution Soul Flower tells me that the path you will take in the future is one that I cannot follow."
But I still wish to walk a little ahead of you, so that when you look back, you won't find—no one to bloom for you.
In that instant, the wind stirred outside the pavilion, and a petal of the Realm Emanation Flower silently fell, landing on Qin Yu's shoulder, without a sound, yet extremely heavy.