Mieyin's figure paused almost imperceptibly in the void of the ruins.
It wasn't the sluggishness that followed injury, but rather an instinctive alertness from the depths of its Fate Soul —for the first time, it clearly realized that the human before it was no longer "an object that could be calculated, consumed, and dragged into the Mieyin."
Qin Yu stood there, Chaos Realm · Supreme did not erupt into a grand phenomenon again, but instead presented an even more terrifying state—extremely condensed and extremely stable, like a sword that had not yet been drawn but had already decided the outcome of everything.
When those bloodshot eyes looked over, the logic of Mieyin's Fate Soul trembled unusually. It wasn't suppressed, nor was it disturbed, but rather it felt as if it had been "seen through." It was a gaze that seemed to directly pierce through its ontological structure, as if telling it: I no longer need to deduce your cause and effect, your realm, or the order of your supernatural powers.
Mieyin did not hesitate at all.
It even abandoned its plans to prolong the battle and continue devouring the source. For it, the only optimal solution at this moment was to immediately "pin" Qin Yu to death.
Thus, the third layer of time was torn open. Not the past, not the future, but the present.
"Process Interception - Now in Eternal Prison" unfolded silently. There was no expansion of the domain, no energy surge, not even a time tremor. The world seemed normal, but in the next instant, it completely lost the right to "advance".
The space around Qin Yu suddenly froze. It wasn't stillness, but rather the "moment" that was being copied infinitely began to overlap, stack, and close. The flow of time seemed to be forcibly broken, leaving only a single moment that was being repeatedly rewritten— Qin Yu's gesture of raising his hand, the slight curve of his robes, the half-breath before he had finished breathing, all were frozen into the only legitimate state.
There is no "next moment".
All instances of "after" have been replaced with a perfect copy of this "now".
His thoughts were interrupted as soon as they took shape, because thinking requires time to progress; the Chaos Origin was suppressed before it could operate, because change requires the existence of "after". Qin Yu seemed to be nailed to an infinitesimal point on the time scale, with the same present moment in all directions, overlapping into an endless, exitless eternal rack.
The truth of Mieyin resonates and manifests deep within logic:
"Your present moment is your eternal rack."
However, the moment this "eternal prison" completed its closure— Qin Yu moved.
That movement was neither a break from time nor a reversal of the present.
He simply raised his hand.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword appeared in his palm. There was no sword sound, no burst of light. The sword's blade was like an absolutely clean boundary, existing quietly in the imprisoned "present." The next moment, Qin Yu swung the sword.
That swing was neither a strike against time, nor a strike against supernatural powers.
Instead, it targets the very premise that "this moment must continue."
The moment the sword slashed through, the world didn't crack, and time didn't shatter. It was just that the endlessly stacked layers of "now" suddenly lost their qualification to be recognized as "the same now." The replication relationship was severed, the overlap lost its basis, and the only legitimate moment in the cage was judged by a single sword strike to be no longer valid.
Thus, the eternal prison collapsed. Not in an explosion, but in a silent dissolution.
Time began to flow again, the dust in the air continued to fall, and the wind continued its unfinished trajectory among the ruins. It was as if that "eternal prison of the present," which had just imprisoned everything, had never truly had the right to exist.
The body of the Mieyin shuddered violently. For the first time, it revealed an undisguised panic.
That wasn't the rage of someone who had been injured, but the disorder that came from having one's cognition completely shattered. It couldn't understand, couldn't accept—that was a time-based punishment powerful enough to imprison someone in the Severed Thought Realm, yet it was wiped out by a single sword strike from Chaos Realm · Supreme.
It looked at Qin Yu.
Those eyes were still bloodshot, and the Chaos Origin within him surged and churned, but there was no longer any outward rage. Qin Yu simply stood there, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword hanging at his side, its blade devoid of light, yet it seemed to be aimed at the core of its Fate Soul that it least wanted to be touched.
Mieyin truly panicked. For the first time, it clearly realized that it was being forced into its final moments.
Qin Yu's anger no longer needed to be suppressed at this moment.
That was not an emotional outburst, but a declaration made long ago in the depths of Fate Soul.
He held the empty seat left by Jin Hanyan, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mieyin. The origin of the Chaos Realm · Supreme in his chest was like a primordial abyss whose seal had been torn open, deep, surging, yet absolutely calm. The next moment, he raised the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. His voice was not loud, but it formed an inescapable echo between heaven and earth.
"Let it Annihilation."
The moment those words fell, the world lost the right to "wait".
The Undefined Destruction Sword was truly ignited.
Without any buildup or preparation, the instant the sword's edge pointed forward, it was as if a primordial torrent, not belonging to any level of existence, was directly injected into the sword—it was not light, not darkness, nor any energy that could be called, but an invisible primordial energy that caused "definition itself to begin to collapse."
Suddenly, three thousand radiant wheels appeared between heaven and earth.
That wasn't a magic circle, but rather a "structural afterimage" that emerged from the universe's instinctive reaction. The galaxy seemed to be crushed by an invisible hand, and layers of light halos collapsed one after another in the high sky, turning into billions of silent, annihilated light fragments. Space lost its boundaries, direction lost its meaning, and colors were bleached to colorless in an instant, and then completely dissolved in the next instant.
Mieyin didn't even have time to let out a complete roar.
The Undefined Primal Energy had bypassed all its defenses, all its boundaries, and all its "explanations of existence," directly piercing the very origin of its conception of existence. At that moment, it clearly perceived that it was not its own power that was being suppressed, but rather that the question of "why it can exist" was being directly judged as invalid.
Its Fate Soul began to crumble.
It wasn't an explosion, but rather like a giant scroll with its original design erased, collapsing from its very core concept. The terrifying authority condensed from the cause and effect of the city's Mieyin crumbled first, followed by the dual logic pieced together from different realms, which were stripped away, denied, and evaporated layer by layer by the Undefined Primal Energy.
The colossal demonic body of the Mieyin twisted violently in the void. Its scales lost their definition of "solidity," its flesh lost its meaning of "form," and its soul was broken down into unrecordable fragments before it could even perceive the pain. It tried to roar, but found that the act of "sound" itself had lost its conditions for existence; it tried to struggle, but found that the causal continuity required for "action" had long been erased.
In that colorless Formless Annihilation Field, the existence of the Mieyin vanished as quickly as a dreamlike lotus shadow.
One breath. Two breaths.
Its body had become translucent, its Fate Soul essence completely collapsed, and even the fact that it was "being slain" was beginning to crumble. In the final instant before it was about to vanish completely from all levels—
Boom--Boom--Boom--
A blinding golden light erupted from the depths of the void without warning. The light was not a burst of power, but a manifestation of a forcefully "covering the field of vision," as if a higher-level will had briefly touched this battlefield. The golden light swept in like a tide, instantly engulfing the dissipating Mieyin.
Qin Yu's heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his arm to shield his eyes.
In the dazzling golden light, all images were completely swallowed up, and the world fell into a brief and eerie blank.
The golden light burst across the heavens and earth like a runaway star, initially just a blinding sliver, then transforming into a torrent that covered the entire field of vision. Space was forced to retreat, light and shadow were compressed into distorted fragments, and even the breath of time was stretched into a piercing buzz.
Qin Yu raised his hand to shield himself, the golden light overflowing from between his fingers like a heavy liquid, flowing and falling along the air, striking the ruins with a low echo. In the deepest part of this sea of light, two enormous silhouettes slowly unfolded—not just simple wings, but "wings" woven from countless broken feather bones, blood-red crystal feathers, and dark red energy flows. Each unfolding was accompanied by a roar as if the city were being torn apart, as if the entire world was making way for it.
The golden light suddenly receded, as if forcibly restrained by an invisible hand, and the world regained its outline. A new demon stood in the center of the void, draped in tattered yet solemn dark red bone wings. The wings were layered upon layered, sharp as blades, and the dripping from the tips of the feathers were not blood, but solidified remnants of cause and effect, which turned into fine black dust upon landing.
Its body was encased in a shell that resembled a skeleton, with cracks crisscrossing between the shells, yet within it surged intense crimson-gold flames, as if an entire era of destruction had been compressed into its flesh.
Its head was shrouded in shadow, and beneath the hood-like darkness Emptiness nothing but two crimson lights shining in the depths of the "faceless," cold, ancient, and overlooking all. When it spread its wings, the air was sliced apart, and the remaining spatial layers of the city were torn into straight cracks, from which came low, mournful cries, as if countless worlds were forced to bow their heads in the same instant.
It didn't speak immediately, but the entire Soul Reflection Core City Ruins responded first. The remaining wreckage on the ground was dragged up by an invisible force, and rubble, broken pillars, and armor fragments were suspended in mid-air like an array before being swept away by the wing shadow and crushed into powder.
The powder did not fall, but instead swirled around the demon, forming a slowly rotating dark red ring. Within the ring, countless erased names and fragmented Fate Soul outlines vaguely appeared, like offerings to crown it.
Qin Yu lowered his hand, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword responded with a deep, resonant sound in his palm. The luster on the sword's surface awakened from its previous stillness, like the surging undercurrents of the deep sea. His breathing was extremely steady, but his eyes were colder than before, as if he had suppressed all the anger, exhaustion, and killing intent he had just felt into the depths of his sword intent.
Just waiting for a moment big enough to bear it. The wind around them stopped, and even the light hesitated under the gaze of those scarlet pupils. The new demon slowly looked down, its wings casting shadows that covered the entire area where Qin Yu was, like a blood-red dome that was closing in.
A different aura from the Mieyin began to permeate the air—not a simple judgment of cause and effect, nor the Space Silence Realm of the Severed Thought Realm, but a strange resonance mixed with "judgment," "sacrifice," and "the afterglow of the end," as if it were an incarnation cast by some higher being.
Specifically designed to reap the rewards of a war. With a gentle flap of its crimson wings, the star ring spun faster, and space groaned under its strain.
Golden-red demonic wings slowly closed in the void. The new demon lowered its faceless head, its voice seemingly echoing from the ruins of countless eras, layer upon layer, carrying a chilling aura of looking down upon everything. "Very good, very good... You have successfully enraged me completely. My true form has never truly manifested for countless eons, yet now, you have forced me to this point."
Its wings trembled slightly, and the dark red feathers scraped against the air, emitting a low, sickening groan. The entire world seemed to bear witness to its words. Qin Yu atop the ruins, his robes tattered, yet his sword intent remained unwavering. He raised his eyes to stare directly at the pair of scarlet points of light, his voice cold and utterly devoid of emotion. "Today, no matter what kind of monster you are, I will utterly Annihilation you."
Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly fell into a strange sense of "completion." It wasn't oppression, nor destruction, but a kind of emptiness that left one feeling utterly empty. The demon's wings suddenly unfurled, and the dark red star ring instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments of light. These fragments didn't spread outwards, but instead rolled back in.
Transforming into an invisible yet Ultimate heavy "end point," it slammed down upon Qin Yu's very being— the Mieyin Divine Power, "End of Non-Action, Eternal Punishment of Meaning," was fully released at this moment. In an instant, Qin Yu's consciousness seemed to be forcibly dragged into countless simultaneously unfolding destiny paths. He "saw" everything he had pursued being realized ahead of schedule: the Ultimate power, the final victory, the completion of protection, the annihilation of enemies, and even the meaning of "fighting for the sake of fighting, annihilating for the sake of annihilating" was exhausted along with it.
All goals ended in the same instant. Immediately afterwards, an absolute void descended, without direction, without value, without a reason to continue existing. Existence itself seemed to become an unbearable burden, about to collapse from its very foundation.
Just as this meaningless abyss was about to completely engulf him, the logic of Qin Yu's Fate Soul suddenly trembled. He did not retreat, nor did he "resist the exhaustion of meaning." Instead, he activated his own power of Order Adjudication in the opposite direction, and the Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence: Six Severances Seal unfolded simultaneously between his sea of consciousness and reality.
Invisible patterns of Order Adjudication emerged from his body, but they were no longer directed at the enemy; instead, they were judging "meaning itself"—the Master Book Seal Severance Naming Reconstruction descended first, renaming "all the meanings that have been completed" as "a false ending that has not been adopted";
The subsequent Orbital Collapse Lock and Chain Annihilation dismantled the forcibly closed destiny track piece by piece, preventing "completion" from forming a closed loop. Simultaneously, the Three Forms of Fate Construction: Causal Cause and Effect Deconstruction was forcibly superimposed by Qin Yu, using himself as an anchor...
It forcibly traces "The End of Non-Action" back to the moment Unborn, tearing a brief rift in that Ultimate "already completed" feeling.
However, this was, after all, the Ultimate divine power aimed at the very meaning of existence. The light patterns of the Order Adjudication trembled violently in the air, as if they were about to break at any moment. Qin Yu's body was struck head-on by an invisible force, and he was sent flying as if he had been violently knocked away by an invisible epochal remnant.
With a deafening roar, his figure was thrown backward, the space around him shattering in layers. In mid-air, he could no longer suppress his surging blood and qi, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist stretching into a thin arc in the air. When he landed, the earth cracked and dust surged. He knelt on one knee, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword deeply embedded in the ground to barely stabilize his body, the sword humming incessantly.
Qin Yu's Fate Soul trembled violently within his body, and obvious cracks appeared in the originally stable logical structure. A dull pain came from the depths of his sea of consciousness, like the repeated tolling of a bell. He slowly raised his head, blood still at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the demon with its blood-red wings spread. He did not retreat, but only a chilling killing intent gathered in the silence.
The Bloodwing of Mieyin slowly unfurled in the void, the shattered City Mieyin still flickering around it like embers. It chuckled softly, a laugh like a wind blowing from the ruins of billions of years ago, dry, cold, and mocking all struggle. "Hmph... You really are an unkillable little Vajra. Exhausted by meaning, struck by the final punishment, you still exist. Very well—in that case, I'll show you a forbidden technique I've never truly used before."
The moment the words fell, the world seemed to have its underlying color erased by some kind of "negation." There was no shift in light and darkness, no burst of energy, Does Not Exist even oppression; all the "understandable premises" simply began to collapse simultaneously.
Mieyin raised his hand, his fingertips not pointing at Qin Yu's body, but at the very fact that "Qin Yu can be described." "Neither existence nor non-existence, absolute negation" unfolded at that moment. The world lost its ability to state itself; the most fundamental concepts of existence and Does Not Exist seemed to have been uprooted from the very foundation of logic by an invisible hand.
Qin Yu's figure began to become "unconfirmable" in the field of vision—not blurry, not disappeared, but any judgment of "this is him" or "that is not him" would collapse on the spot once it was formed.
Language fails in the throat, thoughts break in the sea of consciousness, even the thought "I am being attacked" cannot stand, as if the whole person has been banished from all judgments and fallen into a layer of absolute silence.
In that instant, a shockwave that nearly tore his Fate Soul apart surged through Qin Yu's body. His consciousness was forcibly pulled toward the edge of nothingness, and even his "self" began to lose its footing.
The aura of the Azure Ring faintly emerged from the depths of his Fate Soul. It was the most direct and reliable solution. As long as he summoned it with a single thought, everything before him would be forcibly severed.
However, just as that thought was about to arise, Qin Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed amidst the chaos. He saw the trajectory of himself being lifted up and replaced time and time again at the Limit, and he also saw the path that he had never truly taken.
"No..." This thought didn't come through words, but surged directly from the deepest part of my Fate Soul. "If I rely on Azure Ring every time, my destiny's logic will never be truly complete."
In the next instant, Qin Yu, despite being severely injured, forcibly stabilized his Fate Soul. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword in his palm emitted a low, almost mournful sound. The power of chaos no longer unfolded gradually, but was ignited entirely by him in a manner that was almost self-destructive.
That was not an eruption, but a collapse—chaos was compressed, folded, and injected back into the deepest level of its own existence. Just before the denial of neither existence nor non-existence was about to push him into absolute silence that was "unspeakable," a "blank" that existed even earlier than the denial suddenly took shape in his will.
The Void Source of Dream Stillness – Completely Comprehended in a Moment of Crisis.
Without any initial move, without any hand seals, without any energy gathering, Qin Yu's very existence instantly became an eternal altar.
Five absolute domains unfolded simultaneously across multiple dimensions in the same instant: the Void Source Domain descended first, stripping the foundation of reality into meaningless streams of source matter; the Realm of the Unborn followed, covering it up.
All nascent possibilities were forcibly frozen; the Domain of Annihilation silently opened, rendering the boundary between life and death simultaneously ineffective; the Cause and Effect Annihilation Domain surged like a black tide, erasing all connections, entanglements, and recollections;
Finally, the Concept Disintegration Domain abruptly closed, and even the very concept of "this is a domain" began to shatter. The five domains compressed into an unlocatable point at their intersection— the Existence Zero Point.
At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
At the instant of the creation of the Existence Zero Point, countless Zero Point Offshoot spread outward like silent ripples. They are neither light nor shadow, but remnants "not yet allowed to become anything." The non-existence and non-non-existence of the Mieyin —absolute negation—occurs at the moment the zero point is touched.
As if crushed by an invisible hand, the denial hadn't even had a chance to complete its self-refutation before being completely erased from the "denyable premises." Qin Yu raised his head, his eyes no longer holding light or darkness, only a chilling calm. He extended his finger, pointing it at the blood-winged demon that blotted out the sky, and softly but undeniably declared:
"In my name, I proclaim the end. All things return to the state of non-cessation, and the zero point forever devours the source."
A finger fell.
There was no shockwave, no explosion. Before this finger, the massive figure of Mieyin was as if it had been forcibly dismantled into countless layers of "possibilities of the past." The past, present, and future simultaneously lost their anchors. The Mieyin, the splicing of dual realms, and the true nature of Absolute Thoughtlessness were peeled away and deleted layer by layer as the Zero Point Offshoot spread.
Its roar existed for less than half a thought before even the fact that "the roar had happened" was erased in reverse.
The blood wings disintegrated into unnameable fragments of light in mid-air. Before the fragments could fall, they were pulled back to zero and vanished completely. No remains, no embers.
Even the possibility that "there was once a being named Mieyin here" was erased from the multidimensional source.
After a brief period of disorder, the world fell into an eerie calm, as if nothing had ever happened.