When Qin Yu stepped into the outer celestial realm of the Karma Sacred City, the first thing he felt was not oppression, but a sense of near-perfect order. The city floated within a network of light formed by intersecting layers of destiny lines, and countless threads of cause and effect rose from the city's foundation.
It was as if an invisible hand had woven it into a city of destiny that covered the heavens and the earth. The streets were bustling, the voices of people were like a tide, and cultivators came and went in an orderly manner. Even the operation of the city's protective formations seemed gentle and restrained, as if this main city had long been accustomed to taking pride in "predicting everything" and eliminating danger before it even took shape.
Qin Yu high in the sky, his gaze growing increasingly solemn. He knew better than anyone that the more a place was where "everything had a cause and everything was controllable," the more Shadow Void Capital its collapse would be if it were Logic Remnants Lord.
Azure Ring sat on his shoulder, her legs swinging, the blue rings in her eyes swirling slightly. She chuckled softly, "The karma here is too clean, so clean that it doesn't seem like a city that could exist in this era." Qin Yu didn't respond, but slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly tracing a line in the air.
The next instant, above the Karma Sacred City, the previously smoothly flowing lines of fate suddenly became "displaced." Not broken, but their order reversed; several lines of cause and effect, symbolizing "future outcomes," were forcibly manifested prematurely, as if they had been pulled from the depths of time into the present.
The sky outside the city suddenly darkened, and a colossal phantom formed from fragmented destinies emerged from the clouds. Its outline was indistinct, yet it exuded a chilling "echo of logic." At that moment, Azure Ring gently raised her hand.
The cyan light spread like ripples, infinitely amplifying the presence of the phantom, yet deliberately retaining an "incomplete" gap, making it look like a Logic Remnants Lord about to step into reality.
The city erupted in an uproar. The high-level cultivators of the Karma Hall were the first to react, and several auras of the Chaos Realm soared into the sky. The Karma Deduction Array lit up simultaneously in the center of the city, but when it touched the illusory figure, it returned the result of "unanalyzable", which instead triggered a deeper level of vigilance.
The lifeline began to tremble, the city's protective array shifted from passive to active, and layers of causal chains interlocked, putting the entire Karma Sacred City into a state of war in a very short time. Qin Yu watched this scene, let out a soft breath, turned and vanished into the void, leaving no trace of explanation.
South of the Void Obliteration Domain the Origin Ruins Dragon City.
This place is completely different from the Karma Sacred City. The city's foundation is built on a primordial ruin that seems to be formed from the piles of ancient dragon remains. Huge dragon-patterned array pillars pierce through the heavens and earth, and the aura of the cultivators in the city is powerful and direct, like a martial torrent of steel. As soon as Qin Yu appeared, he sensed that the city's defenses relied more on power itself than on deduction. Therefore, he and Azure Ring did not manifest the causal misalignment, but instead had Azure Ring induce a "domain backlash" in the sky.
The Yuanxu outside Dragon City suddenly surged, and the patterns on the sleeping dragon skeleton were forcibly illuminated. It was as if a low roar, not belonging to this world, came from the depths of the earth veins. Fragments of logic, torn apart, briefly appeared in the void, as if some high-level being was trying to descend with brute force.
This extraordinary phenomenon ignited the fighting spirit of Origin Ruins Dragon City almost instantly. Without a word, several Chaos Realm experts stood in mid-air, the city's killing array activated with a deafening roar, the dragon-patterned pillars shone brightly, and the entire main city transformed into the shadow of an ancient dragon coiled between heaven and earth.
Ready to face any unknown enemy at any time. Qin Yu watched the surging fighting spirit from afar, his gaze slightly relaxed, and his figure disappeared again.
The final stop: the Illusory and Real Realm City.
This is a main city that exists between reality and illusion. The city's boundaries constantly shift between "existence" and "Non-Existence," appearing from a distance as if it might disappear from view at any moment. Qin Yu did not create any dramatic phenomena; instead, he had Azure Ring gently manipulate the boundary between reality and illusion outside the city.
A small section of the city was briefly plunged into a "semi-ethereal" state. The streets, pavilions, and figures of cultivators were as if half of them had been erased in that instant, only to return to their original positions in the next moment. There was no explosion, no roar, but it sent chills down the spines of all the powerful individuals who sensed this change—this was one of the most dangerous intrusion methods of the Logic Remnants.
The reaction of the Illusory and Real Realm City was almost silent. The high-level cultivators within the city quickly sealed off the nodes between reality and illusion, and the main array quietly rose up, like an invisible net covering the entire city. All the frequencies of the Virtual-Real Transformation were forcibly unified to prevent any external logic from infiltrating.
After confirming everything, Qin Yu finally completely concealed his aura, stood high in the sky above the Void Obliteration Domain, and looked down at the main city while entering a state of alert. However, the sense of urgency in his heart did not dissipate.
He knew that this was merely time he had bought.
Standing high in the Void Obliteration Domain, Qin Yu had just suppressed the brief moment of relaxation in his heart when his thoughts suddenly paused.
If the four main cities under his jurisdiction have remained completely unmoved, then perhaps Jin Hanyan's side... is actually the real target?
Before this thought could fully take shape, the jade pendant on his chest, warm and smooth as water, suddenly emitted a very light yet extremely clear light. The light was not intense, but in an instant it stirred his Fate Soul and karma—not because he actively activated it, but because the array within the jade pendant was awakened prematurely.
Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.
This was the Karma Interconnection Pendant, personally given to him by Jin Hanyan, stipulated to be activated only when a truly unavoidable danger struck. Now that the formation has activated on its own, there's only one possibility—
Something has happened to her.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yu raised his hand, his five fingers tearing through the void in front of him. Space shattered like a fragile mirror under his palm, layers of dimensions were forcibly pierced, and his figure transformed into a dark light locked by cause and effect and his Fate Soul, rushing towards the source of the jade pendant's resonance.
At the same moment, deep within the Chaos First Palace, the palace doors suddenly burst open.
The moment Tangyi carried the unconscious Yun Qiusheng into the main domain of the Divine Palace, the protective formation of the entire Chaos First Palace briefly fluctuated. It was not a warning of an enemy attack, but an instinctive reaction stemming from the "return of the Ancestor's Qi". The next moment, a figure appeared beside her, his aura steady yet containing anxiety, it was none other than the Palace Master of the Chaos First Palace - Yun Yanwan.
He didn't even have time to ask about the origin of the ancestor. The moment he saw Yun Qiusheng, his expression changed drastically. He took the ancestor from him, flipped his palm, and sent a dark, mysterious pill with complex logical patterns flowing inside directly into Yun Qiusheng's mouth.
With the elixir entering his body, the structure of his Fate Soul was forcibly stabilized, and the collapsed causal framework was temporarily stitched up. Only then did Yun Yanwan let out a low shout and send the ancestor into the most core recovery pool of the Chaos First Palace.
Only after confirming that his ancestor's Fate Soul had stopped collapsing did he slowly turn around, look at Tangyi who was still standing there, bow solemnly, and say in a low and restrained voice, "Thank you, benefactor, for saving my ancestor."
Tangyi shook her head slightly, her tone gentle but without the slightest hint of seeking credit. "You're too kind. I was only following my young master's orders to escort the ancestor back."
These words made Yun Yanwan's gaze suddenly sharpen. He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "The young master you speak of... is he Qin Yu?"
Tangyi nodded.
This nod felt like a heavy weight on Yun Yanwan's heart. He let out a long breath, his bitter smile tinged with undisguised complex emotions, "Only him. Guest Elder Qin Yu... The Chaos First Palace owes him far too much."
After a moment, he couldn't help but ask again, "May I ask, young lady, where is Young Master Qin now?"
Tangyi didn't hesitate. "Young Master is currently engaged in a fierce battle against demonic beasts in Void Obliteration Domain Shadow Void Capital. I cannot stay any longer; I must go and support Young Master as soon as possible."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around, waved her hand, and the void was as if a sharp blade had sliced open the surface of water, revealing a rift. Her figure disappeared into it without hesitation and vanished in an instant.
The temple fell silent once more.
Yun Yanwan stood still, motionless for a long time. His gaze was fixed on the Chaos Heavenly Domain outside the temple, his brows furrowed with barely suppressed worry.
He longed to immediately mobilize powerful figures to support Qin Yu, and he also wanted to personally repay this kindness. However, the Void Obliteration Domain was in turmoil, and the temple was already short-handed. Any withdrawal from any area could trigger an irreversible chain of collapses.
He slowly clenched his fist, then helplessly released it, sighing softly, "Alas... given the current situation, we can't even repay our debt of gratitude. I can only hope that Qin Yu... is lucky enough to survive this one more time."
Deep within the Chaos Divine Pool, Yun Qiusheng's aura slowly stabilized.
Dragon Origin Ancient Capital is no longer a city.
The ancient capital city, once perched atop the earth's dragon spine, is now engulfed by a chaotic sea of fire. The flames are neither ordinary fire nor spiritual flames, but a Source-Burning Flame manifested through a distortion of logic—
Its color constantly shifted between crimson gold, dark purple, and pale white. It burned without smoke, yet left trails of tearing light in the void. The city walls did not collapse in the fire, but rather seemed to be "redefined" as flammable, disintegrating, melting, and evaporating piece by piece, turning into scattered fragments of runes that were rekindled before even hitting the ground.
The sky seemed to collapse.
The sky above the Dragon Origin Ancient Capital was completely covered by a dense mass of dark shadows—not clouds, but countless Logic Remnants Lords. Their forms constantly negated and reassembled themselves, some resembling shattered giants.
Some resemble a collection of symbols repeatedly erased, their outlines oscillating wildly between "existence" and "error." Each flap of wings, each shift, leaves behind incomplete logical cracks in the air; seeping from these cracks is not light, but a chilling "blankness."
Inside the city, tens of thousands of cultivators are engaged in a fierce battle.
Innate Martial Soul manifested simultaneously, with swords, spears, halberds, dharma bodies, dragon shadows, beast souls, and star wheels colliding wildly between the sea of fire and the shadows. Spiritual light surged against the sky like a torrential rain, but when it touched the Logic Remnants Lord, it was forcibly dismantled into meaningless energy fragments.
Some cultivators had just unleashed their strongest attack when, in the next instant, the opponent "deleted the premise for the attack to be valid," causing their divine power to collapse midway and the backlash to shatter them into a bloody mist. Others were hit by multiple logical waves simultaneously; their bodies were still screaming, but their existence had already been split into several mutually negating versions, instantly annihilated.
The real Asura is in the higher skies.
Dozens of the Chaos Realm experts stood in the air, each one like a walking calamity, their aura spanning heaven and earth. They joined forces to form a battle formation, the laws of chaos transforming into layers of halos that spun rapidly around them, forcefully creating a battle domain that was temporarily unaffected by the chaos. But before them stood thousands of Master Soul Dominion.
Those Master Soul Dominion no longer maintained any "individual" posture; they were like a group of calamity weapons drawn by the same will, covered in a black shell compressed from countless soul shadows, with empty eyes, yet simultaneously locking onto their targets.
With each collective dive, the heavens and earth would sink an inch; with each coordinated attack, space itself would emit a mournful cry as if it were on the verge of collapse.
The Chaos Realm expert roared and attacked, his fist falling like Xingyun, his palm pressing down like the collapse of the sky, a torrent of laws crashing down, tearing dozens of Master Soul Dominion to shreds on the spot. But in the next instant, those torn beings quickly filled in behind them, as if death was just a brief data replacement.
Blood and light intertwined in the air, roars and crashes tore at the ears, and the entire battlefield resembled a runaway World Extinguisher engine.
The Dragon Origin Ancient Capital is burning. The sky is collapsing. Cultivators are risking their lives to save others.