The deep void of the Void Obliteration Domain presented a distorted state that instinctively inspired resistance. Dimensions were no longer a progressively ordered structure, but rather a tattered curtain forcibly crushed, folded, and then roughly stitched back together. Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan's figures disappeared into the cracks of the five-dimensional space, their auras completely suppressed, even their Fate Soul...
The rhythms of their movements were forcibly restrained by Qin Yu with the Chaos True Aspect into an "unobserved" state. The two of them, like Does Not Exist shadows, slowly moved forward along the almost severed causal remnant, each step treading on the edge of the logic of the heavens.
The closer she got to that area, the heavier the "weight" of the space became, as if it weren't pressure, but a repulsion from existence itself. Jin Hanyan's Silent Void · Dao of Chaos operated on its own within her body, and the gray-white chaotic patterns flashed in her eyes. She clearly sensed that this was no longer a fragment of the world in the normal sense.
Instead, it was artificially created as a "single-purpose" forbidden zone. When the last dimensional membrane was silently peeled away, the two stopped simultaneously. The scene before them caused even Qin Yu, who had long been accustomed to Ultimate destruction and the annihilation of eras, to momentarily tremble.
What should have been the Soul Reflection Core City has now completely lost the concept of a "city". The entire main city has been completely removed from its original spacetime coordinates, like a giant heart nailed to the center of the void, suspended in a dark and empty hyperdimensional space. The former city walls, streets, and palaces have all been forcibly reconstructed, melted, and stretched, turning into a super altar covering tens of thousands of miles.
The altar as a whole presents an unsettling blend of dark red and eerie black, as if the flesh and blood of countless worlds, along with the earth's veins, have been crushed and recast. Layer upon layer of steps spiral upwards in a manner defying geometry, each surface inscribed with dense, ancient runes. These runes are not static, but rather slowly "breathing."
It flickered and shimmered like a living thing. At the core of the altar, a central tower pillar, formed by forcibly straightening and folding the main hall of the Soul Reflection Core City, rose high. The tower pillar pierced through multiple dimensions, and its surface was filled with a torrent of energy like a galaxy pouring down. Billions of soul lines converged into it from all directions, emitting a deep and continuous rumble, as if the heavens were counting down to the completion of some kind of ritual.
The entire space was shrouded in a thick, almost solidified dark golden light curtain. The light did not illuminate anything; instead, it devoured colors and layers, making everything around the altar appear flat and lifeless. Only the momentary brilliance that burst forth when runes and energy flowed could outline that breathtakingly magnificent silhouette.
At the very bottom of the altar, a forcibly ripped exit lay open like a wound. It wasn't a passage, but rather a violent rift through the world; from within the pitch-black abyss, enormous shadows writhed, piled up, and compressed, then one after another, various Devil Beast and demonic spirits were hurled out, some not yet...
Once fully formed, their bones and scales assembled on their own in mid-air. Some had not yet opened their eyes, but their killing intent had already solidified into a tangible form. They landed on the altar, letting out deafening roars, and were then guided and diverted along predetermined rune paths, like an ever-growing army of World Extinguisher.
Qin Yu's gaze was calm and profound, the Chaos True Aspect resonating within him. He had seen clearly—this altar, transformed from the Soul Reflection Core City, was not for simple slaughter, but for a terrifying "continuous sacrifice" capable of shaking the very foundations of the heavens. Jin Hanyan's breath hitched almost imperceptibly; she felt a surge of energy emanating from it.
Within the aura of the Devil Beast, one could sense a causal pulse that had been forcibly drawn and amplified; this place was a crucial nexus of a much larger plan.
The perspective within the five-dimensional interlayer was compressed and brought closer by Qin Yu's Chaos True Aspect. Space seemed to be slowly pulled back by an invisible hand, and the scene at the core of the altar suddenly became clear. On the dark gold axis that evolved from the central pillar of the Soul Reflection Core City, a familiar yet unsettling outline quietly appeared— the Three Nether Yin Puppets.
It did not stand on thin air, but rather seemed to be nailed to a dimensional fault line, its body composed of layers of interwoven black and white underworld patterns, with illusory images constantly peeling away and regenerating at its edges, as if its very existence was repeating a cycle of "death-non-death-death again." It raised its arm, pieced together from underworld iron and soul bone, its knuckles slightly tightening, and the entire altar responded with a low murmur, as if ancient organs had been awakened and were beginning to pulsate in sync.
Under its command, six Stainless Realm · Supreme Devil Beast were drawn to six positions on the altar. Each Devil Beast's form resembled an epic of calamity forcibly materialized, its scales like towering mountains, its bony wings obscuring starlight, and its chest cavity embedded with a burning dark core that rippled through the void when it throbbed. They lay low on the runes, their backs precisely aligned with the altar's patterns, as if they were an integral part of the formation itself.
Following the Devil Beast, the six Main Soul Commander of the Stainless Realm · Supreme took their places in turn. They made no unnecessary movements, simply unfolding their true forms of Fate Soul, with soul flames, soul wheels, and Soul Realm spreading out behind them in layers, their colors swallowed by the dark gold light curtain of the altar, turning into an almost colorless gray-white. At the same time, they raised their hands, peeling off a segment of their own Fate Soul logic, transforming it into a semi-transparent soul talisman, which floated in their palms.
The Three Nether Yin Puppets chanted softly, their voices not of language, but of a rhythm compressed to its Limit, like the end of countless worlds being kneaded into a monotonous yet irresistible beat. As the rhythm progressed, the six corners of the altar lit up simultaneously, runes flowing like magma, and dark red light surging along a predetermined path, converging into the central pillar.
The core within the Devil Beast's chest was forcibly pulled, erupting with blinding black light. The light was mixed with the wails of a world fragment that had not yet fully formed, which were being burned away as "fuel."
One by one, the soul talismans in the hands of the Main Soul Commander disintegrated, turning into pure Fate Soul streams that were devoured by the formation. With each disintegration, the height of the altar seemed to rise silently, and the galactic torrent inside the tower pillars suddenly accelerated, leaving long streaks of light as it rotated, as if paving a passage for some being that had not yet arrived.
The entire process was devoid of bloodshed, yet it was more suffocating than any massacre—a ritual that drained away all meaning, destiny, and the weight of existence.
Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly. He could clearly see a blurry yet terrifying outline forming above the altar. It was not a concrete form, but a return condition being "assembled".
Jin Hanyan's fingertips tightened silently, and the Silent Void · Dao of Chaos resonated within her. What she felt was not a single killing intent, but a cold inevitability pointing to a certain Ultimate outcome.
Qin Yu slowly parted the deep undercurrents of the five dimensions with his Chaos True Aspect. His consciousness, like a repeatedly folded blade, attempted to embed itself into the core of the altar, which had been transformed from the entire Soul Reflection Core City. Just as he was about to touch the dark golden main rune on the central pillar, the void suddenly trembled, and a "rejection"—neither power nor law—descended from nowhere.
It was a cold, Ultimate rejection, as if the entire altar was simultaneously declaring—"understanding" was not allowed here. Qin Yu's Chaos True Aspect was abruptly halted, like crashing into an invisible yet absolutely solid wall. The wall offered no reaction, no feedback, only an overwhelming sense of disorientation that caused a brief double image of the timeline before his eyes.
It was as if the past and the future were simultaneously held down, preventing him from taking another step forward. His heart sank, and he immediately understood that this was not a defense, but a concealment mechanism tailored for a certain "return target." Any attempt to analyze its purpose and direction would be cut off in advance at the stage before "cognition was formed."
Almost simultaneously, the rhythm beneath the altar became extremely subtle and disordered. The dark golden pulse, which had been as steady as an ancient heartbeat, suddenly gained an unusual echo, as if someone had gently knocked on the door of a secret chamber. The body of the Three Nether Yin Puppets paused almost imperceptibly, and its face, composed of layers of Netherworld patterns, slowly turned.
The empty gaze swept across the dimensional rift above the altar. It made no sound, yet silently released a command from the Fate Soul. Eight chilling auras simultaneously detached from the outer edge of the altar, and eight Main Soul Commander, like weapons pulled out of the shadows, instantly traversed space and approached the direction where Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan were hiding.
The five-dimensional interlayer suddenly tightened, and Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan almost clung to the deeper spatial folds, their breathing, Fate Soul fluctuations, and even the echoes of cause and effect compressed to a state of near "non-existence." Where the eight Main Soul Commander descended, the void collapsed layer by layer. They unleashed their soul consciousness, their gray-white soul flames sweeping across like a tide, leaving nothing but devastation in their wake.
The space was repeatedly stripped away and reassembled, yet it could never reach the deeper layers of concealment. After a brief and indifferent exploration, finding nothing, they turned and left as if completing a routine inspection, their presence once again swallowed up by the altar.
At that very moment, the faintly visible figure in the center of the altar suddenly trembled violently. It wasn't a retreat, but rather a forced halt to the projection; the dark golden galaxy abruptly reversed its flow, and the outline that was being pieced together instantly lost focus, shattered, and then vanished completely in silence, as if it had never even attempted to descend. Simultaneously,
The six Stainless Realm · Supreme Devil Beast simultaneously let out a low, painful roar. The core light within their chests suddenly dimmed, their massive bodies shuddered, and dark blood seeped from the gaps in their scales, falling into the altar runes and being rapidly absorbed.
The Three Nether Yin Puppets stood silently in place, seemingly unsurprised by the outcome. It shook its head slightly, a gesture that seemed both a denial and a confirmation of an unfinished step. Then, it raised its hand and waved, causing the runes on the altar to rapidly dim, forcibly drawing away the auras of the Devil Beast and the Main Soul Commander, forcing them to retreat from their positions one by one. Finally,
The figures of the Three Nether Yin Puppets slowly dissolved between dimensions, their Netherworld runes turning into countless tiny fragments that were swallowed by the void, leaving only the enormous altar, still slowly pulsating, standing silently in the center of the eerie region.
Within the fifth-dimensional dark layer, space continued its slow collapse. In the distance Soul Reflection Core City, transformed into an altar, resembled a massive scar embedded in the void, its veins pulsating. Qin Yu suppressed his Chaos True Aspect and asked in a low voice, "Hanyan, do you know the true origin of this Soul Reflection Core City? The Thought Severance Devouring Emperor's choice of it was no coincidence. To understand its true intentions, we must perhaps begin with the very foundation of this main city."
Jin Hanyan remained silent for a moment, her gaze seemingly piercing through the altar before her, returning to an extremely distant era. She nodded gently, her voice exceptionally clear and low in the five-dimensional space. "When I first came to the Void Obliteration Domain, the Ancestor spoke to me about the formation of the eight major cities. The origin of Soul Reflection Core City... is indeed the most special, and the most somber. It was not born naturally, but was reshaped from the rebirth of an ancient treasure. However, the place where it exists, from the very beginning, belongs only to the Void Obliteration Domain."
Her voice gradually lowered, as if she were recounting an ancient history she was reluctant to touch. The origin of Soul Reflection Core City came from a legendary figure long since lost to the dust of time—the ancestor of the Ju Clan, Ju Xuanchen. He was a being whose name could not be ignored in the history of the Soul Dao in the Void Obliteration Domain. Ju Xuanchen was born in the golden age when the Void Obliteration Domain was not yet in complete chaos.
At that time, the Ju Clan was not a top-tier noble family, but it had a deep foundation, and he himself was a rare genius in the Dao of Souls. He used his own Fate Soul as a furnace to condense a unique treasure in the depths of his Soul Sea - the Soul Reflection Core.
That was no ordinary treasure. The Soul Reflection Core was forged entirely like a Soul-Condensing Jade, with layers upon layers of soul patterns inside, as if countless Fate Soul logics had been compressed, folded, and sealed within. It was the product of Ju Xuanchen's life's work, forcibly weaving his own Fate Soul origin with the laws of the soul path of heaven and earth. Its core secret pointed directly to the "return of Fate Soul logic."
As long as a wisp of soul remains, no matter how shattered the Fate Soul or how dissipated the soul essence, the Soul Reflection Core can Reversal Soul the Ultimate shackles of the soul path and reshape a complete Fate Soul, rather than a flawed replica or replacement.
The significance of such an existence in the Void Obliteration Domain is almost self-evident. It quickly attracted the most deadly covetous gaze—the terrifying being who feeds on devouring Fate Soul and distorting the soul path, the Soul Erosion Abyss Lord- Eating Abyss. This was a hegemon-level demonic spirit dwelling deep within the Void Obliteration Domain; the soul path was merely prey and fuel to it. After sensing the aura of the Soul Reflection Core, the Soul Erosion Abyss Lord ...
He immediately realized that as long as he obtained this item, he could completely control the logic of the Fate Soul, and even break the domain boundary restrictions, turning the entire Void Obliteration Domain into an endless soul prison.
That battle took place in the most chaotic border airspace of the Void Obliteration Domain. The light of the Soul Reflection Core pierced through the dark airspace, illuminating countless devoured remnant souls, allowing them to nourish Ju Xuanchen in a brief moment of clarity; while the evil power of the Soul Erosion Abyss Lord was like an endless black tide, specifically eroding the foundation of the soul path and tearing apart the logical patterns of the Soul Reflection Core.
After a hundred days of bloody battle, Ju Xuanchen was severely injured, while the Soul Erosion Abyss Lord, though forced back, used his natal evil core to forcefully shatter the core logic of the Soul Reflection Core in the final strike.
At that moment, the Soul Reflection Core's heaven-defying power completely collapsed, leaving only fragments on the verge of annihilation. Ju Xuanchen understood that it could never be restored to its original treasure form. Therefore, he made an almost insane, yet extremely tragic choice—using all his remaining soul essence and cultivation as a guide, he reshaped the Soul Reflection Core into an eternal city.
He transformed the most complete fragment of the core into the main city's hub, sealing it deep within the Soul Core Hall; he spread the shattered fragments of the Soul Reflection Core into city walls, buildings, and streets, ensuring that every inch of the city bore the imprint of the Soul Dao; he further integrated his own Fate Soul into it, becoming the guardian will of this main city. From then on, the Soul Reflection Core was no longer just a treasure, but a city, a city that could only exist in the Void Obliteration Domain.
Jin Hanyan's voice paused slightly here, her tone becoming more solemn. "Therefore, Soul Reflection Core City has always belonged only to the Void Obliteration Domain. The rest of the Ju Lineage had long since moved to the upper levels, but the Ju Lineage in the Source of Epochless · Upper Layer had never come to this city again. I think its essence is that of a 'life-extending form' of a broken treasure, merely a continuation of Ju Xuanchen's unfulfilled obsession."
Qin Yu listened quietly, his gaze falling once more on the colossal city in the distance that had been transformed into an altar. A sense of unease in his heart grew clearer. The essence of Soul Reflection Core City was "the remnant reshaped by the logic of Fate Soul," yet the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor had moved it entirely and transformed it into an altar—this was no longer as simple as slaughtering a city or making a sacrifice.