The Epoch Erosion Lord's Form of No Return

The moment the true form of the Taowu Formless Devil Beast was completely erased, an invisible vein in the sky above the Shadow Void Capital was severed.

For the first time, Primordial Yuanshi's gaze shifted for a moment from the ruins of that epoch-level clash. It wasn't anger or surprise, but an extremely cold confirmation—he sensed the complete Annihilation of that Taotie and realized that the "clearing components" he had placed in the core of the Void Capital had failed.

In that instant, the balance was shattered. The Logic Remnants Lord began to evolve out of control.

The remaining entities, which were originally executing their predetermined commands, seemed to have had their "convergence logic" forcibly removed. Their forms began to distort, overlap, and devour each other. The city's defense line collapsed in just a few breaths, the cultivators' lines were torn to pieces, and wails, explosions, and the annihilation of spiritual light occurred at the same time. The entire Shadow Void Capital was completely reduced to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Qin Yu's gaze darkened as he looked up at the distant sky, which was being repeatedly torn apart by the power of the Absolute Thoughtlessness level.

"Let's go," he said in a deep voice, "Hanyan, we must hurry and go support the four patriarchs."

At that moment, Jin Hanyan raised her hand and stopped him.

Her gaze wasn't on the battlefield, but directly on Qin Yu. Her tone was calm, yet unquestionable.

"Don't go. The main Soul Master is Severed Thought Realm; you won't be of any help if you go now." She turned to look at the collapsing defenses in the city. "You go help the cultivators in the city; I'll go assist the various patriarchs."

After saying that, she didn't linger.

The void unfolded beneath her feet, and an extremely clean and swift beam of light pierced through the desolate sky. Jin Hanyan's figure rapidly lengthened as she sped towards the battlefield of the Absolute Thoughtlessness level.

Qin Yu stood there, watching her figure disappear into the distorted light and shadow, and murmured something.

"Okay, then you must be very careful."

The next instant, he turned sharply and flew towards the other side of the battlefield—where Tangyi was leading the remaining cultivators in a desperate defense of the last remaining section of the city that had not yet completely collapsed.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield of the Absolute Thoughtlessness level...

Jin Hanyan's figure emerged from the shattered sky. Before she even truly stepped into the battle, she already felt the almost suffocating pressure. Time here seemed to be repeatedly crushed and forcibly pieced back together; the logic of heaven and earth was no longer complete.

She saw the result at a glance.

Feng Muheng, the patriarch of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, was covered in blood, his aura was chaotic, and his Annihilation Domain was already shattered; Yun Qiusheng, the patriarch of the Chaos First Palace, knelt in the void, his chaotic power constantly leaking out, making it difficult for him to even stabilize his body; Xi Weiyu, the patriarch of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall, was pale, her Fallen Light was dim, and the wound on her chest was still spreading outward.

All three patriarchs were severely injured.

Only at the very center of the battlefield.

Qin Zhien, the patriarch of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall, stood alone in that judged "present," his eyes fixed on the Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi. His aura remained stable, but it was clearly approaching its Limit. Every move he made was an attempt to forcibly support the collapsing main sequence of time with his own existence.

The heavens and earth trembled repeatedly between them, as if they might be torn into nothingness at any moment.

Just as Jin Hanyan was about to continue forward...

A weak but urgent voice suddenly rang out.

"Hanyan--!"

Feng Muheng forced his head up, and the moment he saw her, a clear look of fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"Don't come any closer... Don't come any closer!"

His voice was hoarse and urgent, as if he were forcing his remaining Fate Soul to speak.

"This... is not a place you can handle!"

At this moment, Jin Hanyan finally stopped.

The true weight of the Absolute Thoughtlessness battlefield unfolded completely before her.

Jin Hanyan ignored the advice. The instant Feng Muheng's almost Fate Soul -tearing cry of protest rang out, she had already taken that step.

Instead of rushing into the battlefield, they stepped into the causal core occupied by the main Soul Master of the Severed Thought Realm.

In an instant, the weight of the entire world pressed down on her. It wasn't oppression, but Severed Thought Realm. Time lost its continuity beneath her feet, space was like repeatedly folded pages of paper, and cause and effect frantically tried to rearrange "where she should exist" around her.

This is the hell that Qin Zhien is struggling to endure alone. It is also the true battlefield of the Severed Thought Realm.

Qin Zhien's figure swayed almost imperceptibly at that moment.

It wasn't a mistake, but the price had finally caught up with him. An extremely tiny crack appeared in the main sequence of time that he had forcibly nailed down. The crack hadn't spread yet, but it was already enough for Primordial Yuanshi to detect it.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi raised his hand.

There Does Not Exist even a process of energy gathering. The deepest logic of the battlefield was turned over directly, and the "result" that was already written in a line arrived first.

"The Slaying of Reversed Cause"—the world saw the end first.

Before any being was even aware of what had happened, Jin Hanyan's "final state" had already been projected into the void—the sight of her white clothes shattered, her Fate Soul collapsed, and her existence completely erased, like a stamped judgment hanging between heaven and earth.

Then, the cause and effect begin to trace back.

Defense was never established, resistance never occurred, reincarnation was merely a fictitious buffer, and rebirth was nothing more than a permitted illusion. All the factors that might have allowed her to "escape this attack" were traced, denied, and erased one by one.

Truth manifests on the battlefield, like a cold, detached footnote to the universe.

"Your resistance is the very cause of your Annihilation."

Feng Muheng's pupils suddenly dilated. Xi Weiyu's Dawn of Fallen Dawn was almost completely extinguished.

Yun Qiusheng her teeth, but couldn't even utter a sound.

This strike should have been fatal. Just as the "end" was about to become a foregone conclusion—

Jin Hanyan raised her hand. Her movement was extremely light, as if she were brushing away a speck of dust from her sleeve.

A small, antique bronze box appeared in her palm.

[The Nameless Box]

The moment the box lid opened, there was no light, no explosion, and no shockwave.

Only one thing happened—the timeline was forcibly pulled back.

It wasn't a return to a specific moment, but rather a direct pull back to the state of "Heaven and Earth Undetermined." In that instant, the colors of the battlefield faded, all things lost their definition, space was no longer space, time was no longer time, and cause and effect no longer had the qualification of "first and last."

An indescribable sense of Silent Void overflowed from the box.

It was neither darkness nor nothingness, but a state of undifferentiated existence that existed before the birth of any concept. It spread slowly, yet it did not devour anything, because at this moment—there was nothing to be devoured.

The "effect" of "Slaying of Reversed Cause" has begun to crumble.

The final judgment that had been written long ago lost its premise of validity because "heaven and earth have not yet decided what the end is." The chain of Causal Retracing broke one by one, as if it had been pulled back into a furnace that had not yet been forged.

Jin Hanyan stood in that Silent Void.

Clad in white. Barefoot. Expressionless. Her very existence seemed to predate heaven and earth.

She extended her index finger, her movements slow and precise, and gently touched the Primordial Chaos - Primordial Yuanshi.

"Nameless." It has no name for its supernatural powers, no declaration of its strength. It is merely an action.

The heavens and earth collapsed suddenly beneath this point, but not in destruction, but in a return to the undefined. For the first time, the figure of Primordial Yuanshi was forced to retreat, and the epochal collision surface beneath his feet fluctuated violently, with the decaying timeline and the reversed cause and effect simultaneously becoming invalid.

He steadied himself, unharmed, but did not take another step forward.

That was a true "being blocked" within the Severed Thought Realm.

The Silent Void slowly receded, the Nameless Box closed, and the world was redefined. Jin Hanyan remained standing there, as if nothing had happened.

Primordial Yuanshi lowered its head, looking at her with a clear scrutinizing gaze for the first time.

"Indeed." His voice was deep and cold. "Your fundamental Dao logic would be most suitable as nourishment for me."

The battlefield resumed its operation. But everyone knew one thing: Jin Hanyan had long since truly stood at the end of the Dao Source.

Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi, finally got serious.

He no longer stood in the center of the battlefield, but slowly floated up. The decaying time, the reversed cause and effect, and the lingering traces of Silent Void all converged and overlapped behind him. It wasn't a gathering of power, but a return—

It was as if some higher-level being was reclaiming its original form through this "main Soul Master's body".

His second form began to slowly unfold.

The outer shell of the Yuanshi disintegrated silently. The original humanoid form was peeled away layer by layer, revealing not flesh and blood, but a structure like the skeleton of an era—countless broken timelines intersecting to form a spine, with remnants of cause and effect rotating, collapsing, and regenerating within it.

His head is no longer fixed in a single form, but constantly switches between "crown", "empty" and "faceless", as if any observed form would immediately become invalid.

Behind him, a second layer of existence unfolded.

It is not wings, but a huge outline pieced together from shattered eras. Each "wing bone" is a piece of dead history, and with each unfolding, countless worlds are silently annihilated on its surface. Dark gold, gray-white and indescribable dark colors intertwine, and light loses its reflective meaning the moment it touches it.

This is a precursor to the complete form of the Supreme Soul Master of the Severed Thought Realm.

Qin Zhien changed completely at this moment.

He sensed it most clearly; it wasn't a fluctuation of power, but rather the world being forced to give way to a higher level. Once the second form was completed, this battlefield, and even the Shadow Void Capital itself, would lose its qualification as a "battlefield."

He roared, his voice tearing through the void.

"Quickly! We absolutely cannot let it enter its second form!" Before the words were even finished, Qin Zhien had already made her move.

He burned away his last bit of judgmental authority, clasped his hands together abruptly in front of his chest, and forcibly extracted, compressed, and folded the entire main sequence of time, transforming it into an absolute torrent of judgment that pierced through heaven and earth— Ultimate sealing divine power that came at the cost of existence.

Wherever that torrent passed, time was nailed down and cause and effect were frozen, attempting to directly seal the evolutionary process of the Yuanshi into the "unfinished" dead zone.

At the same time, the other three patriarchs also struggled to stand up in the air.

Feng Muheng was covered in blood, but he forcibly ignited the remaining Fate Soul. The Origin of Annihilation collapsed behind him like a black star. He pressed the root will of the entire Silent Nothingness Divine Hall into a single blow, attempting to directly erase the anchor point of existence upon which evolution depended.

Yun Qiusheng bit his tongue, and the power of chaos completely went out of control. He no longer maintained the stability of his form, but instead transformed himself into a surging mass of primordial chaos, dragging all the "unformed" structures into the chaos and returning them to their original state, attempting to pull the second form back to its Unborn state.

Xi Weiyu looked up, and the light of the Fallen Dawn reignited behind her. Using herself as a catalyst, she summoned back the oldest remnant of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall. A twilight sun rose behind her, and under its light, everything was judged to be "heading towards its end," attempting to bring the evolution of the Yuanshi to an early conclusion.

And at the very moment that the four Ultimate divine powers simultaneously locked onto the Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi --

Jin Hanyan moved.

She did not hesitate, nor did she retreat. The Nameless Box reappeared, but remained unopened. She simply stood there, barefoot in the void, raising her index finger.

The Ultimate supernatural power unfolds.

It was not light, nor force, but the re-emergence of the "Heaven and Earth Undetermined." An undefinable realm unfolded around her, forcibly pulling all evolution, advancement, and transformation into a state "not yet allowed to occur." It was a negation that could only be imposed from the Dao Source.

Five Ultimate divine powers descended simultaneously. Heaven and earth were compressed into a thin membrane on the verge of shattering.

At that very moment— Primordial Chaos, Primordial Yuanshi —raised its hand.

It's not about taking action, but rather—raising a flag.

In the void, an extremely eerie array flag slowly appeared. The flagpole seemed forged from a fractured spacetime spine, but the flag itself wasn't cloth; instead, it was a single, constantly writhing dark array. On the array, there were no runes, only countless miniature images of worlds engaged in a "slaughter"—

Birth, death, rebirth, and death again—an endless cycle.

What dripped from the edge of the flag was not light, but the still-warm remnants of cause and effect. Super Killing Array, unfold.

The moment the array flags waved, the rules of heaven and earth were rewritten. The five Ultimate powers, upon contact with the array domain, were as if thrown into a bottomless millstone—the judgment was dissolved, the chaos was tamed, the Fallen Dawn was swallowed up, the Silent Void was divided, and even the "unjudged" state was forcibly pulled into a calculable killing cycle.

It's not about blocking head-on. Rather, it's about using the logic of endless slaughter to continuously negate all Ultimate attacks.

The moment the strange array flag was fully unfurled and the five supernatural powers were forcibly neutralized, the first form's "physical form" began to collapse.

It's not that it's broken, but rather that it loses the necessity to continue maintaining its "biological appearance".

The colossal body, covered in dark gold heavy armor and flowing with purple destructive lightning patterns, began to collapse from its chest cavity. The thick scales did not shatter, but rather seemed to be emptied by some irreversible logic—pieces of them lost their "material properties" and turned into fragments of an era floating in the void, each fragment flashing with a silhouette of the world's destruction.

His head was the first to change.

The originally ferocious and figurative outline of the beast's head was forcibly stretched and flattened, and the face was no longer a "face" but a constantly rotating abyssal core. There was no solid inside the core, only rings of collapsing galactic shadows, as if countless worlds were being repeatedly crushed and recalculated within it.

The "second-in-command," originally resembling three black flame heads burning on its shoulders, no longer possesses the concept of a "head" in its second form.

They were stretched and twisted, transforming into three causal torches suspended behind the main crown nucleus.

The torches were unstable, like three burning eras stuck in the void. With each pulse, the surrounding time layers would be burned with charred cracks.

His torso has completely lost its "muscle" and "skeletal" structure.

Instead, there is a shell woven from Time Splitting—

The spine is the broken main line of history, the ribs are the future branches that have not yet occurred but are already dead, and a causal corrosive core, constantly dripping dark purple light debris, floats in the center of the chest cavity.

That's not a heart. That's—the organ that proves the world is "erasable."

His arms appear extremely asymmetrical in the second form.

The right arm transformed into a "killing arm" extending from the array flag killing formation, its surface covered with layers upon layers of array patterns. Within each array pattern, countless living beings were being repeatedly killed, reset, and killed again.

The left arm gradually blurred, its outline indistinct, like a structure that had not yet been allowed to exist, only to be "temporarily recognized" when needed. It was a hand that was not fully recorded by time.

His legs can no longer "stand".

In its second form, Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi, the lower half of the body sinks directly into the void, like an inverted tombstone of an era. Instead of the ground beneath its feet, there is a constantly rotating world-destroying turbine. As the turbine rotates, space is thinned, and the "thickness" of the world is scraped away little by little.

What's most terrifying is the change in its overall scale. The second form of the Yuanshi didn't become larger; instead, it appeared more "recessed" visually.

But when anyone attempts to measure his location, distance, or size, the results are always contradictory.

He appeared to be only in front of us, yet simultaneously covered the entire battlefield;

He may not have fully manifested yet, but he has already crushed several world lines;

He is like an individual, yet also like the "self-awareness" of an entire era.

This is because--

The second form of Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi is no longer "an enemy standing in the world," but "the event itself that is covering the world."

When he completed his transformation, only one feeling remained in the void:

It wasn't intimidation. It wasn't murderous intent.

Rather, it's because "this place is no longer suitable for us to exist."

The five powerful figures' divine abilities erupted, annihilated, and erupted again within the array domain, yet they were still unable to truly touch the Yuanshi's true form. The array flags were like a door connecting to an endless battlefield, dragging all attacks into an endless cycle of attrition.

Behind the array flags, the second form of Primordial Chaos - Yuanshi has fully awakened.

His existence was firmly established at a higher level, and the world bowed down beneath his feet.

The five could only watch helplessly as the main Soul Master of the Severed Thought Realm officially entered the second form.