The aftershocks of the Final Judgment's Annihilation had not yet completely dissipated; the sky Dragon Origin Ancient Capital still bore the gray-white cracks left by the epochal authority, like old wounds that had not yet healed.
Without pausing or even exchanging a glance, Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan turned towards the city simultaneously. In the next instant, the void folded beneath their feet, and their figures vanished into the sky.
Inside the city, chaos reigned even higher than in the sky.
The remnants of the Logic Remnants Lord's will frantically proliferated deep within the neighborhood, with fragments of broken order clinging to buildings, array patterns, and corpses, forming a distorted existence that was both physical and narrative. They lacked a complete form, yet constantly attempted to reconstruct the concept of "dominance," forcibly controlling the consciousness and actions of the surviving cultivators.
The lingering echoes of the Master Soul Dominion reverberated in the heart of the city, like countless overlapping whispers, attempting to take over the city's soul.
Qin Yu took a step forward.
The primordial aura of the Chaos Realm · Supreme surged like a tidal wave, and the undifferentiated primordial aura instantly covered the entire block. Rules collapsed before they could take shape, and logic was annihilated before it could be established. Those remnants that attempted to reorganize order lost their "qualification" under the shroud of the Primordial Formless aura, disappearing one by one like ink stains being wiped away.
Jin Hanyan stood on the other side.
She raised her hand, her fingertips falling. The Return to Silence - Nameless Finger no longer pursued explosiveness, but Ultimate precision. Each touch was a direct negation of the "relationship of domination" - who was allowed to dominate, who was allowed to exist, was re-determined at this moment. The will of the Master Soul Dominion was like a fulcrum being removed, collapsing silently, and finally returning to Emptiness.
Just as the city's central array patterns were about to stabilize, a completely different, violent aura suddenly burst through the earth's veins.
The other of the eight-headed Devil Beast was also...
It was a colossal beast composed entirely of mutated bone armor and dark red soul flames, its body spanning several streets, with broken ancient rune bones embedded in its back. With each breath, the air was torn into irregular fragments. It did not attempt to conceal itself, but instead charged towards the city center with the most primal and destructive force.
Qin Yu did not give it another chance to expand its domain.
The Silent Origin Stainless Divine Sword appeared in his palm. The moment the sword fell, no light burst forth; only a chaotic lotus shadow bloomed and withered in the void. Causeless Disillusionment Sword slashed, the causal chain within the Devil Beast's body broke at the same time, its very foundation collapsed, and its massive body disintegrated into countless ashes in mid-air, without even a complete fall.
The city fell completely silent.
The Logic Remnants Lord disappeared, the Master Soul Dominion Annihilation, and the second Devil Beast was erased. The city soul of the Dragon Origin Ancient Capital finally stabilized, the broken array patterns began to repair themselves, and the cracks in the sky slowly closed, as if a calamity almost forgotten by the world had never truly descended.
Qin Yu sheathed his sword, turned to look at Jin Hanyan, his tone calm but tinged with seriousness.
"Now, the nine calamity beasts led by the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor have been completely Annihilation."
"Of the eight Devil Beasts from an unknown world, two have already Annihilation, leaving six remaining."
He paused, his gaze lowering slightly.
"But the Logic-Extinguishing Divine Phoenix, which emerged from the Corruption Soul-Suppressing Forest, has remained untraceable."
Jin Hanyan responded softly, without immediately replying.
She looked at Qin Yu with a more complex expression than during the battle. Comprehending the origin divine power of the Chaos Realm is already extremely difficult, almost impossible, yet Qin Yu not only stepped into that level but also completed the true unfolding of his original form in such a short time.
"Qin Yu," she finally spoke, "What happened in those four main cities you visited?"
"You've truly surprised me that you've completely grasped the true nature of the Chaos Realm's divine abilities in such a short time..."
Qin Yu paused for a moment, then slowly said:
"Those four main cities are all normal."
"There are no unusual fluctuations from demonic beasts or spirits."
"Azure Ring and I were just creating a false impression to keep them on their guard. All the defensive formations in the city have been activated."
As he said this, his gaze shifted slightly, as if recalling a point that had been forcibly pulled apart.
"When we were in the Illusory and Real Realm City, the jade pendant you gave me suddenly exhibited strange phenomena."
"I realized there was a problem on your end, so I came immediately."
"But on the way, I was forcibly teleported by a spatial force and sent to another area of the Void Obliteration Domain Forbidden Zone— the Blood Mist Soul-Bewildering Marsh."
As soon as the words were spoken, a familiar aura came from afar.
The space rippled slightly, and Tangyi appeared beside the two. She looked slightly tired, but remained composed, and gave Qin Yu a slight bow.
"Young Master." "Ancestor, they have been escorted back to the Chaos First Palace."
Qin Yu nodded, his expression relaxing slightly, then looked at Jin Hanyan again and continued speaking...
Before the spatial jump was even over, Qin Yu had already sensed something amiss.
The previously stable and smooth spatial passage suddenly experienced an extremely subtle, yet absolutely nonexistent, shift. It wasn't a simple spatial tremor, but rather the sensation of causal threads being forcibly pulled—as if some being, across countless dimensions, had gently manipulated "the inevitable outcome" with a fingertip.
In the next instant, the causal lines suddenly became disordered.
The once clear and traceable path was smoothed out, the sense of time lost its meaning, and space no longer obeyed the logic of continuous folding. The world before Qin Yu's eyes was like a scroll that had been suddenly crumpled, collapsing in all directions at the same time, and then being roughly pulled open in the same instant.
He didn't even have time to mount any counterattack.
A barrier that did not belong to the category of formations, rules, or supernatural powers silently appeared at the end of the spatial passage—without light, without fluctuations, and without any structure that could be analyzed, it simply "existed" and threw Qin Yu out the moment he stepped in.
It wasn't teleportation, it was expulsion.
The feeling of weightlessness vanished abruptly. Qin Yu stepped onto the ground.
The sensation beneath his feet wasn't solid soil, but rather a damp, cold surface that had been eroded over time and was almost semi-transparent. Thick red mist surged up the moment he landed, like a startled creature, slowly dissipating in all directions, yet never truly fading away.
He looked up. Before him lay the outer edge of the Blood Mist Soul-Bewildering Marsh.
The sky seemed to hang low, not a true dome, but a thick, sluggish, dark red curtain of clouds, almost collapsed from corrosion, like countless lingering blood mists forcibly pressed high above. An indescribable odor permeated the air, somewhere between decay and rebirth, like death, yet also like some kind of nascent mutation.
The ground was a vast and chaotic wetland.
The dark red swamp crisscrosses, its surface occasionally reflecting fragmented images that do not depict the true scene, but rather outlines of things that Does Not Exist. Withered giant trees grow crookedly, their trunks covered with vein-like patterns that pulsate slightly, as if breathing.
From the distant fog, low, indistinct echoes could be heard from time to time, indistinguishable from the sound of wind, water, or the murmurs of some lingering consciousness.
There are no clear boundaries here.
The outer perimeter of the Soul-Bewildering Marsh is not an "entrance," but rather a deliberately left buffer zone—all those who step into it gradually lose their sense of direction, time, and even their own state.
Qin Yu stood still, his gaze slowly sweeping over his surroundings.
His perception, Chaos Realm · Supreme, was extremely suppressed here, but it did not fail. On the contrary, he could clearly perceive that the disorder in this area was not naturally formed. The causal lines were repeatedly broken and reconnected in the fog, and the logic had not completely collapsed, but was deliberately polished into a state that was "seemingly disordered, but actually inducing".
He exhaled softly, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Oh."
The sound did not travel far in the fog, as if it had been quietly swallowed up by something.
"This kind of interference method..." "There's no one else who could do it but the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor."
He took a step forward, and the mud beneath his feet rippled, but no complete footprints were left, as if even the concept of "walking" was not allowed to exist for long.
"That's enough."
Qin Yu spoke in a low voice, his tone calm, yet carrying a hint of certainty after being provoked.
"Since you want me to come in—"
His gaze passed beyond the surging blood mist, looking into the deeper part of the Soul-Bewildering Marsh, into an area where even the senses of chaos were beginning to blur.
"Then I'll take a look. What kind of bewitching array have you set up inside?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the blood mist seemed to respond.
The distant fog silently parted, revealing a path that appeared to be naturally formed yet had an unusually clear direction, slowly emerging from the depths of the swamp—as if inviting, or perhaps enticing.
Qin Yu did not hesitate.
He stepped into the blood mist, and at that very moment—
For the first time, the Chaos Origin within him began to surge beyond his complete control.
It's not a rampage. Rather, it's being gently touched by something older and more primal.
The moment Qin Yu stepped into the passage parted by the blood mist, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed for a moment.
It's not a physical sinking, but a more eerie feeling—as if the very concept of "standing firm" has been forcibly removed.
The next moment, the dark red mud on the ground suddenly surged.
Countless shadows, interwoven with gray and dark purple, were forcibly "pulled" out from the depths of the swamp.
Those were no ordinary ghosts.
The moment the first wisp of a wronged soul appeared, Qin Yu immediately sensed something amiss.
They lack a complete form, yet possess an extremely clear, stable, and even sharp "logic of existence."
Those vengeful spirits seemed to be forcibly fixed at a certain "moment of death," their broken figures suspended in the mist, their faces blurred, yet each carrying distinct traces of their origin. Some had hollow chests, inside which shattered rings of cause and effect spun;
Some skulls were split open, with distorted fragments of propositions constantly spilling from the cracks; others seemed to have had their "result" removed, leaving only an incomplete "process".
Their appearance completely disrupted the blood mist.
The air began to thicken, as if each breath inhaled some long-dead but still functioning remnant of logic.
Immediately afterwards—the wronged spirits all stirred.
They didn't roar, didn't vent their emotions, and didn't even show any clear aggressive posture.
The attack occurred directly at the logical level.
As the first vengeful spirit approached, its body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a broken chain of cause and effect that wrapped directly around Qin Yu's feet. It wasn't a restraint, but an attempt to erase the fact that "you are standing here" from the realm of cause and effect.
The second vengeful spirit raised its mutilated arm, but what unfolded in its palm was not power, but a repeatedly altered astrological judgment—the judgment itself was an attack, and once read, the target's "qualification for existence" would be dragged into an endless cycle of self-justification.
The third vengeful spirit did not approach at all.
It merely hovered in the distance, a grayish-black light shining from its empty eye sockets. That light illuminated nothing, yet created an extremely dangerous illusion in Qin Yu's perception—
It was as if he was no longer there.
This is an extremely vicious method of killing.
It's not about killing the physical body or destroying the soul, but about directly using "fragments of the Logic Origin" to attack the conditions for the existence of something.
The number of wronged souls is increasing. Dozens, hundreds...
They continuously emerge from the mud, withered trees, and depths of the Blood Mist Soul-Bewildering Marsh, as if the powerful beings, cultivators, and otherworldly creatures devoured by this forbidden zone over countless years have been uniformly refined into these "logic vengeful spirits."
Each one is a failed ontology.
Each one is a "wrong answer" that was forcibly ended but not allowed to truly dissipate.
The moment the horde of vengeful spirits fully materialized, the entire outer area of Soul-Bewildering Marsh seemed to be forcibly dragged into a silent judgment. Space began to shift slightly, the flow of time became inconsistent, and even the sense of direction—front, back, left, and right—was constantly eroded by them.
Qin Yu stood still, not making a move immediately.
His gaze was calm, Chaos Realm · Supreme flowed slowly within his body, but he did not release it outwards.
He saw it clearly. These wronged souls were not simply guardians.
They are more like a screening mechanism used to test whether you are worthy of being further lured in.
If it were an ordinary strong person, they would already be dismantled bit by bit by these logical attacks without even realizing it, and even the awareness that "they are being attacked" would be erased.
Blood mist swirled at his feet, the logical shock of the wronged souls nearing its Threshold.
Just as a certain causal chain was about to touch the very foundation of his existence—
Qin Yu moved.
He slowly raised his right hand, his two fingers together, but did not point them out immediately.
For the first time, a trace of Chaos's First Birth uncontrollably spread outward from his body.
That wasn't murderous intent.
Rather, it is a cold denial of the existence of "error".
The blood mist suddenly paused for a moment.
It was as if the entire Blood Mist Soul-Bewildering Marsh realized at that moment—
It did not awaken its prey.
Rather, it is an existence that is being truly recognized by some more ancient force.