In that instant, it was as if the world had been hit with the wrong logic key.
One of the Three Nether Yin Puppets slowly raised its hand, its five fingers not forming a hand seal, but rather spreading outwards at an extremely unnatural angle.
The instant its palm opened, Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted—the world's "causal order" was distorted. It wasn't flowing backward, nor was it reversed, but rather it was forcibly dismantled and rearranged.
Suddenly, numerous displaced afterimages appeared in the space surrounding the monster. Its unfinished actions were prematurely "judged as having occurred," while states that had already occurred were forcibly reverted to "not yet established."
It was an extremely bizarre logical attack, as if someone had covered reality with a layer of incomplete deduction drafts, forcing all existence to frantically jump between three states. "Incomplete - completed - impossible to complete".
Countless gray-white logical fragments appeared in the air, like broken formulas, spontaneously combining and disintegrating in the void. Each flash erased a small section of the causal coherence of reality.
Almost simultaneously, another Three Nether Yin Puppets coldly stepped forward. It did not target the demon beast's main body, but instead raised its hand and pointed into the void.
In an instant, a huge and blurry web of cause and effect appeared in the sky above the Ancient Plain of Dead Remains. The web was not made of light, but was woven from countless possibilities that "did not happen but should have happened".
The Yin Puppet uttered a syllable that was not fully audible, and the causal network tightened abruptly, forcibly realizing the consequences of all the monster's actions within the next few breaths—counterattacks that had not yet been launched were directly judged as "failed," and defenses that had not yet been deployed were forcibly marked as "ineffective."
This is a causal supernatural power that directly targets the branches of fate, aiming to seal off all countermeasures from the source.
The moment these two strange forces pressed down simultaneously, the second-form monster moved.
It did not roar, nor did it gather its strength; it simply raised its hand—or perhaps it could no longer be called a "hand," but rather a sharp limb completely reshaped by the will to Realm Breaking. Wherever its fingertips passed, space silently cracked open, and a formless slashing beam materialized out of thin air.
The slashing light was silvery-white, like a ripple tearing through the heavens and earth, yet it had no physical thickness. Its edges were wrapped with a dark purple aura of Realm Breaking, as if the dimensions themselves were being forcibly stripped away around it.
Dimensional Severance and Annihilation
The moment the slashing light was unleashed, there was no wind pressure, no energy burst, only a chilling sense of "absence." It directly sliced through the spatial layers in front of it, revealing the surging chaos and nothingness behind it.
The Three Nether Yin Puppets that unleashed the logic attack was not knocked away or wounded the moment the slash touched it. Instead, from the point of contact, its entire body transformed into layers of dimensional phantoms—the phantoms overlapped, peeled away, and dissipated, as if its existence was being stripped away from reality layer by layer.
At the same time, the web of fate constructed by the power of cause and effect collapsed along with the spatial dimension the moment the slashing light passed by, turning into countless fragments of rules, which were completely corroded by the Realm Breaking energy.
Three forces collided head-on at the same time.
Heaven and earth fell silent, all color was stripped away. The point of impact erupted with a shock that could not be described by light or darkness; space shattered layer by layer like glass, only to be forcibly flattened by an even stronger force in the next instant.
The shockwave did not spread outward, but collapsed inward, forming a temporary "blank core". Within the blank core, there was no flow of time, no concept of direction, only countless torn fragments of dimensions spinning wildly.
When everything returned to its place, the wind returned, and heaven and earth were formed again.
All three parties appeared simultaneously.
Two Three Nether Yin Puppets stood in the air, their auras still cold and stable, showing no signs of damage; the demonic beast stood on the shattered earth, its bone armor gleaming with a dark luster, also without any new wounds. However, beneath this seemingly balanced surface, everything was already different.
The aura of the second form of the demonic beast has completely stabilized, and the space between the Realm Breaking thorns is no longer chaotic, but presents a highly self-consistent boundary structure.
More importantly, its gaze slowly rose, and for the first time truly "locked in" on the two Three Nether Yin Puppets —not their bodies, but the deeply hidden Fate Soul Anchor Point within them.
The moment the second form of the demonic beast stabilized, its will to Realm Breaking was suddenly released.
It no longer engages in direct confrontation, but instead hunts in reverse—its gaze does not fall on the Three Nether Yin Puppets' bodies, but penetrates all appearances, directly targeting the two Fate Soul Anchor Point that are forcibly fixed deep within reality.
In that instant, the air seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand, and the "order of existence" of heaven and earth began to shift. Strange, layered shadows appeared in the space beneath the feet of the Three Nether Yin Puppets, echoes of the boundary that only appear when the Fate Soul is being dragged.
The power to Realm Breaking transforms into invisible hunting threads, extending from the body of the demon beast. These hunting threads are neither light nor energy, but are woven from the torn dimensional boundaries and remnants of rules. Once they entangle an anchor point, they will directly sever the opponent's stability from the "root of existence".
This was the first sign that the Three Nether Yin Puppets had miscalculated. One of them swayed almost imperceptibly, and the previously airtight logical barrier around them experienced a brief delay, as if the instructions had been forcibly rewritten but could not be reversed in time.
Just before the hunting line was about to completely lock onto the Fate Soul Anchor Point, another of the Three Nether Yin Puppets suddenly raised its hand.
An extremely strange magical artifact appeared in its palm.
It was not a complete artifact, but rather a materialized "fragment of a concept". Its appearance was an irregular polyhedron, and its entire body was interwoven with dark gray and ghostly silver. There were no runes on the surface, but tiny fragments of text images kept flashing and disappearing on its inner side. Those texts did not belong to any known language.
Like a narrative draft yet to be recognized by the world, each edge of the polyhedron is slowly rotating, their rotational trajectories conflicting with each other, yet forcibly unified by some higher constraint, emitting a deep and unsettling resonance.
The moment the magical artifact was activated, the heavens and earth seemed to be forcibly marked by an invisible hand.
Rules are locked, logic is nailed down, causal lines stop extending, and even the "narrative itself" is forcibly confined into a sequence of interpretable symbols.
The polyhedron suddenly unfolded into a three-dimensional gray symbolic wall. On the wall, countless abstract marks, like frozen language, directly covered the space where the monster was located.
That's not an attack trajectory, but an absolute targeting determination—once a target is within the wall's range, all its actions, changes, and resistance will be pre-programmed as "already happened results."
The second-form monster sensed the danger almost simultaneously. The Realm Breaking ridges on its body trembled violently, and the space in front of it rapidly collapsed, attempting to rebuild its defensive boundaries.
However, it was too late. The moment the symbol curtain fell, the Realm Breaking wind around the monster was forcibly "defined" as an invalid variable, and the dimensional hunting line used for hunting was directly cut off, turning into fragments without direction, like broken spider silk collapsing in the void.
Boom--
The curtain wall collided head-on with the monster. There was no explosion, but a rhythmic resonance that pierced the eardrums. The earth was compressed into a smooth concave surface by the resonance, and large, distorted gray-white cracks appeared in the sky, as if the world's annotations had been brutally erased.
The monster's body was forcibly pushed dozens of miles away, its massive form tumbling in the air. The bone armor and boundary structure emitted a piercing cracking sound, and a dark red line of blood split along its side. Before the blood even hit the ground, it was evaporated into mist by the distorted rules.
When it regained its footing, its aura became noticeably disordered for a moment—not a serious injury, but a genuine one. The self-consistency at the Realm Breaking level was disrupted, and a clear shockwave echoed from the depths of its Fate Soul.
The Three Nether Yin Puppets stood beneath the collapsing sky, their magical artifacts slowly retracting, the polyhedrons closing again, and the unrecognized characters on their surface extinguishing one by one.
They did not pursue, but merely stared coldly at the demonic beast, as if confirming that a key variable had been successfully suppressed.
The demonic beast, though repelled by the magical artifact, did not dissipate instantly; its second form forcibly regrouped within the shattered boundary. The Wind of Realm Breaking surged back, no longer expanding outwards, but instead turning against itself in a manner akin to self-destruction.
Dimensional fragments were forcibly pressed back between the bone armor and flesh, and remnants of rules pierced the cracks like stitches, with a muffled and continuous rumble coming from the depths of the Fate Soul. Each time they converged, the space would briefly collapse into a black pit, only to be propped up again by its will;
Each time it propped itself up, the Realm Breaking wind around it grew even more intense, as if gathering all its sharpness for the impending backlash. The strange artifact that locked the rules and narratives became "clear and tangible" in its perception, and the outlines of the marked symbols were gradually gnawed and rewritten by it.
The self-consistency of Realm Breaking was achieved in an extreme way, at the cost of bone armor cracking again and a surge of energy, but in return, it resulted in a reverse engagement with the lock.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets attacked simultaneously again, clearly not intending to give it time to unleash its backlash. With a single arm, the shadows around it suddenly plunged into itself, transforming into a lightless obsidian wheel domain. Within this domain, all time slices were flattened and overlapped, then erupted with "Nether Sequence Fragment"—the slaughter was not forward.
Instead, it traces back to the "already happened" outcome. For all those covered, their future death is forcibly brought forward, leaving only the reversing afterimages and silent disintegration in the space.
Another of the Three Nether Yin Puppets pressed his palm into the void, and the causal lines, like uprooted roots, converged into a transparent blade of judgment. What followed was the "Causal Chain Final Judgment," where all causal nodes related to the target were simultaneously tightened and snapped. The sound of breaking was like ten thousand strings collapsing at once, shaking the heavens and earth out of focus, and the killing intent was directed straight at the root of the Fate Soul.
The second-form monster slowly rose up. It did not retreat or roar, but simply slowed down the Realm Breaking Wind on its body, like a storm temporarily subsiding beneath the deep sea.
Then it raised a cracked forelimb, its five fingers spread wide, the space between them twisting into a spiral. It wasn't retrieving, but recalling—
A "form" hidden within the boundary layer. At the center of the spiral, a faint purple light first appeared, then spread into a flame-like radiance. Metallic textures emerged in the light, intertwining, twisting, and compounding, as if woven from the spines of countless melted Fate Soul.
The air was scorched and rippled, Realm Breaking wind was drawn and coiled around it. Finally, a divine artifact was pulled out of the dimensional gap into reality and fell steadily under its control.
The moment the artifact appeared, the color scale of heaven and earth was reset. The dark purple flames climbed along the twisted metal spine, swirling into a deep vortex within the crystal core at the top. The vortex did not emit light, but it devoured all the light and shadow around it; with each pulsation, it would compress the nearby rules into thin sheets.
The demon beast did not swing it, but instead pinned the divine weapon vertically into the space in front of it. In that instant, the Realm Breaking Wind was given an "axis," and countless wind blades rotated around the axis to form a ring. The rings were misaligned with each other, forming a constantly collapsing and self-healing killing array.
The two killing techniques of the Three Nether Yin Puppets pressed down simultaneously. The Death Reversal of the Obsidian Wheel Domain touched the outer edge of the array, like hitting an invisible reef, and was split into hundreds of unrelated fragments that canceled each other out and annihilated each other. The transparent judgment blade of the Causal Chain Final Judgment cut into the center of the array, but was pulled by the axial vortex.
The cause-and-effect lines were rearranged into a closed loop, the broken "end point" was forcibly sent back to the "starting point," and the killing intent was extinguished in his own fingertips. The roar did not disappear, but was compressed into a deep resonance that shook the earth and made the sky fade.
As the aftershocks subsided, the killing power of the two Three Nether Yin Puppets had been completely shattered. The demonic beast stood at the center of the formation, its second form as stable as a forged world, the divine artifact hovering quietly under its control, the dark purple flames flowing low as if breathing, while the Realm Breaking wind quietly accelerated in the deeper depths.