Stars Unravel All Treasures, Hearts Fall Silent and All Thoughts Fade
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets simultaneously came to a stop in the ruins-like dimensional rift.
They didn't speak, but simply exchanged a glance across the crumbling space.
That glance held no hesitation, no doubt, only a tacit understanding already etched deep within their Fate Soul.
Same-path execution.
The next instant, one of the Three Nether Yin Puppets slowly raised its hand.
The strange artifact previously used to lock down the rules and narrative reappeared, its body displaying a dark silver hue that was neither gold nor stone, its surface seemingly covered with countless fragmented characters.
The text is not any known language, but rather "narrative remnants being erased," with each character constantly collapsing and rewriting itself, like a history forcibly broken.
Meanwhile, the other of the Three Nether Yin Puppets took out a second magical artifact.
It was a black and white double ring floating in the palm of the hand; the inner ring was pure white, and the outer ring was extremely black. The two were not rotating, but rather "negating" each other.
The white ring attempts to define existence, while the black ring constantly erases the definition. Where the two intersect, a blank area is formed that consciousness instinctively avoids, as if any "subject" that approaches will be forced to lose its "self" orientation.
The second-stage demonic beast finally sensed real danger at this moment.
A powerful, deafening alarm sounded from the depths of its Fate Soul.
It wasn't the fear of impending death, but the intuition that one's very being was being locked onto.
There was no roar, no hesitation.
The monster struggled to stand up, its broken scales bursting open again under the pull of the Realm Breaking energy. Its arms trembled, yet it still held the Netherworld Divine Staff high.
The next instant, heaven and earth fell silent. The Shattering Forms of All Realms —activated.
The demon beast formed hand seals, and the void above suddenly collapsed, slowly revealing World-Breaking Seal tens of thousands of feet in size.
The seal surface was covered with dense dimensional fragments, each line reflecting the afterimage of a collapsing world. The annihilated phantoms of countless universes appeared behind the seal in turn, as if countless universes were coming to an end at the same moment.
The direction in which the World-Breaking Seal fell was not space, but existence itself.
Wherever Yinli points, even the concept of "goal" is being shaken.
Before the seal even arrived, the rules had already shattered, and dimensions began to collapse inward, as if to drag everything into the common end of all realms.
However, the two Three Nether Yin Puppets still did not retreat.
They raised their hands simultaneously just before the World-Breaking Seal descended.
The remnants of the Dark Silver narrative suddenly unfold, transforming into a void curtain pieced together from erased history;
The black and white rings suddenly expanded, with the white ring forcibly defining "what is happening," and the black ring immediately denying "the meaning of what is happening."
The moment the two magical artifacts clashed in mid-air, it was as if the world had been cleaved in two by an invisible hand.
Rules, logic, narrative, symbols, language, power structures, ideology, temporal sequence, historical continuity, subjective self, spatial location, primordial matter, existence and nothingness, causality and predestination...
All the foundations that could support the act of "occurring" were simultaneously removed.
It's not about confrontation, but about stripping away the very premise of confrontation. The World-Breaking Seal vibrated violently in the air.
The dimensional fragments on the seal surface flickered wildly, then exploded one by one. The illusory images of collapsing realms lost their support in an instant, disintegrating like a severed projection.
The next moment— the World-Breaking Seal shattered.
It wasn't just being knocked away, but being completely negated from the very level of "establishment".
The backlash of the seal flowed back along the Fate Soul Anchor Point.
The monster let out a low, almost silent roar.
Its internal structure collapsed first, dimensional phantoms emerged and exploded from beneath its flesh and blood, the Realm Breaking energy went out of control and rampaged, and the essence of its Fate Soul was forcibly torn into unstable fragments.
Even more fatal was the fact that the Netherworld Divine Staff emitted a crisp yet piercing snapping sound at that moment.
The staff began to crumble from the middle, cracks spreading like a spider web. Then the entire staff turned into countless gray-black wisps of nothingness, which were swept into the air by the violent aftershocks of the rules and quickly annihilated.
Without the support of the divine artifact, the demon beast could no longer stabilize itself and Realm Breaking to achieve self-sufficiency.
It crashed heavily onto the crumbling earth, its body convulsing violently, its breath rapidly fading, its Fate Soul shattered, having truly entered—
On the verge of death, both of the Three Nether Yin Puppets paid the price.
Their magical artifacts were dim, and the shockwaves from their Fate Soul had not yet subsided, but they stood firm, coldly looking down at the dying demon beast.
An eerie silence fell over the devastated battlefield.
The aftershocks of the Realm Breaking had not yet dissipated; space was still collapsing and recovering irregularly, like a wound that had been torn apart and forcibly stitched up.
The second-form demonic beast knelt on the ground, its chest heaving very weakly. Its Fate Soul essence, like a shattered star core, flickered and dimmed within its body, threatening to extinguish completely at any moment. Yet its gaze remained fierce, fixed on the two Three Nether Yin Puppets in front of it. Even though its consciousness was teetering on the brink of collapse, it did not lower its head.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets were also in extremely poor condition.
The backlash from the combined activation of the magical artifacts had deeply invaded their Fate Soul structures, with black cracks spreading deep within their souls. Although they forcibly maintained their aura, there were obvious unstable fault lines. However, compared to the near-death state of the demonic beasts, they still retained the strength to fight back.
A dangerous balance has formed between the three parties, one that could shatter at any moment.
In that instant— Qin Yu did not hesitate at all, his voice low and resolute.
"Let's go, right now." Jin Hanyan's eyes narrowed, without the slightest hesitation.
The next moment, the void seemed to be sliced open by a sharp blade.
A chaotic rift suddenly bloomed at the edge of the battlefield, and a deep tide of chaotic light surged out, directly tearing apart the remaining dimensional barrier.
Qin Yu took a step forward, his robes fluttering in the chaotic air currents. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword hung at his side, its sheath still drawn, yet it already caused the surrounding space to slightly recede.
Jin Hanyan appeared shortly after, her Silent Void · Dao of Chaos spreading out naturally, her presence restrained yet unfathomable, like a quiet abyss capable of swallowing all things.
Their appearance seemed to have set off new "coordinates" on this crumbling battlefield.
The air tensed instantly.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets Fate Soul violently the moment they saw who it was.
They recognized Qin Yu, and they recognized the woman beside him even more.
That was—the existence of someone who personally annihilated their third brethren.
The rage erupted completely in the next instant. Coldness, resentment, and a frenzied rage mixed with the chaos of a disrupted order almost overflowed from their very souls.
The fallen monster showed obvious surprise.
It struggled to raise its head, its fragmented consciousness swaying wildly between "enemy" and "friend," unable to determine whether these two unexpected figures were new hunters or... a turning point.
Qin Yu's gaze, however, never lingered on the demonic beast.
He looked coldly at the two Three Nether Yin Puppets, his voice low but each word like a knife.
"No wonder he's a lackey of the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor of Annihilation." "He can even bring out and use such a low-grade magic weapon."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and flipped it over.
A divine pill appeared in his palm. The pill was crystalline, and within it seemed to seal a small, stable primordial star sea.
As the crimson patterns flowed, the faint outlines of the Fate Soul's structure being reorganized and repaired could be seen.
Qin Yu didn't say anything, and flicked his wrist.
The divine pill traced a smooth arc and landed precisely in front of the fallen monster.
"I am not your enemy." "This is a divine elixir to restore a damaged Fate Soul."
He paused, his gaze calm and direct. "Trust me, then take it."
The monster's pupils contracted violently.
It looked at Qin Yu, then at Jin Hanyan beside him, trying its best to use its remaining senses to investigate the two of them, but it could not detect any killing intent or traps aimed at it.
After a brief and difficult hesitation, the demon beast opened its mouth and swallowed the divine pill.
The moment the elixir entered the body, a sudden and unexpected change occurred.
The gentle yet potent primal medicinal power spread rapidly within the demon beast's body, like a warm torrent, flowing upstream along the shattered Fate Soul patterns.
Those logical rifts that were constantly collapsing were reconnected piece by piece, the cracks slowly healed, and the dim Fate Soul shone brightly again.
The beast's aura, though still weak, no longer weakened. It raised its head, panting, the ferocity in its eyes gradually replaced by shock and complexity.
This was the first time in its long history that it had been actively saved by someone who was not its enemy. In the distance, the killing intent of the two Three Nether Yin Puppets had completely materialized.
Rage exploded on the battlefield.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets stepped forward almost simultaneously, their shattered Fate Soul forcibly stabilized, and the essence of the Severed Thought Realm erupted from their bodies. It was not a mere pressure, but a field that caused even "thinking itself" to become disordered. Space beneath their feet presented discontinuous faults, as if reality had been dismantled into countless incompatible fragments.
The Three Nether Yin Puppets on the left raised their hands, and a pitch-black "Thoughtless Adjudication Curtain" spread out from their palms. Wherever the curtain passed, everything lost the right to be understood. Light was smoothed out, sound was swallowed up, and even spatial coordinates began to collapse, pointing directly at Qin Yu's Fate Soul Nucleus.
The Three Nether Yin Puppets on the right whispered forbidden incantations, and an upside-down altar of thought appeared behind them. As the altar spun, a "Reversal of Absolute Thoughtlessness - Reverse Annihilation Wheel" suddenly took shape, attempting to drag all of Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan's actions, choices, and even intentions back to a state of "not yet happened" and then erase them at the source.
This was a full-blown killing spree born of rage; there was no probing, only destruction.
Almost simultaneously, Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan made their moves.
Qin Yu took a step forward, Silent Origin Stainless Sword resonated. The sword did not strike the divine power itself, but instead cleaved into the collapsing logic layer. Where the sword light passed, the Thoughtless Adjudication Curtain that had sealed everything was forcibly cleaved open, and the force of the reverse Order Adjudication directly severed the Fate Soul circuit between the divine power and the caster, causing it to lose its continuity.
Jin Hanyan then unleashed the Silent Void · Dao of Chaos beside Qin Yu, pointing out with a finger, and the Chaos Undivided, Heaven and Earth Judged quietly began to operate. Under her gaze, the altar of thought began to lose its meaning of "primary and secondary" and "order and sequence." Before the Reverse Annihilation Wheel could complete its reversal, it collapsed on its own, turning into a chaotic pile of consciousness debris.
Boom! The four forces collided head-on, and the battlefield crumbled once more.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets retreated simultaneously, the cracks in their Fate Soul widening suddenly, and the previously forcibly stabilized aura of the Severed Thought Realm showed obvious breaks again. This attack did not kill them, but it pushed them to the brink of true danger.
Qin Yu spoke coldly, his voice not loud, but extremely clear.
"Don't think that just because you two are at the Severed Thought Realm level, you can defeat us."
This sentence seemed to have completely enraged them to their final frenzy.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets rose simultaneously, their eyes showing no hesitation. They unleashed their respective Severed Thought Realm essences at the same time, forcibly tearing open the restrictions deep within their Fate Soul.
The two strange magical artifacts reappeared in his palms, echoing each other, ready to unleash a combined attack that could backfire on everything.
The beast, which had recovered most of its strength, suddenly changed its expression and almost instinctively let out a low growl.
"Defend quickly! Those two are about to unleash that magic weapon again!"
Jin Hanyan had already taken half a step forward, Silent Void · Dao of Chaos was poised to unleash its power, ready to withstand the attack at any moment.
Only Qin Yu remained calm, even with a hint of mockery.
"Heh, a magic weapon?" "Today, I'll let you all see it for the first time."
He raised his head, his gaze as cold as stars. "Magic weapons are nothing but scrap metal before me."
The moment the words fell—deep within Qin Yu's Fate Soul, two completely different, yet equally ancient and indifferent forces responded simultaneously.
The first ray of light was like a galaxy pouring down.
The Star Wancai Key manifests itself.
It is not a physical object, but a "logic key seal" reassembled from countless stellar components. The moment it appears, the "basis of existence" of all magical treasures in the world is simultaneously marked and traced.
The history, crafting process, rule integration points, and energy circuits of the two magical treasures in the hands of the Three Nether Yin Puppets were forcibly stripped away into starlight clues.
Qin Yu spoke softly, his words as precise as a scissor. "You dare to challenge me? Stars fall, components vanish!"
Key seal rotation--
The internal logic of the two magical artifacts collapsed on the spot, the rule nodes turned into stardust, the artifact patterns reversed, and the treasure light collapsed.
Before they could truly unite, they were already dismantled into meaningless remnants at the "level of existence."
Almost simultaneously, a second force arrived silently.
The Silent Origin Heart-Annihilating Key is activated.
Without light or form, it precisely locked onto the "core of thought" upon which the two Three Nether Yin Puppets relied when activating their magical artifacts.
In that instant, their will seemed to be wiped out from the root, their mental cultivation abruptly stopped, and their thoughts returned to zero.
Qin Yu's second line fell coldly. "The heart desires to mold truth? Annihilation Heart, thoughts vanish!"
Combined spellcasting – directly interrupted.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets remained in the posture of activating their magical artifacts, only to find that the objects in their hands had turned into lifeless scrap metal.
The backlash surged back into their Fate Soul like a tidal wave. Black cracks instantly pierced through their souls.
The Severed Thought Realm trembled violently, and they all spat out a mouthful of dark red Fate Soul essence blood.
The entire battlefield fell silent. For the first time, they truly realized that they were not facing an opponent whose strength was measured by realm.
At that moment, a brief but eerie silence fell over the battlefield.
Jin Hanyan stood frozen in place, the second-form demonic beast also caught its breath, and the Fate Soul of the two Three Nether Yin Puppets trembled violently.
They could neither understand nor accept that Qin Yu could so accurately pinpoint the "compositional logic" of a magical artifact in such a short time, and completely dismantle and negate it at the level of existence. It was not brute force, nor suppression of realm, but a cold denial standing above a higher level of Order Adjudication.
For the first time, fear truly surfaced deep within the Fate Soul of the Three Nether Yin Puppets.
With almost no communication, they simultaneously tore through the void, the dark rifts like gaping maws of an abyss, their will to escape undisguised.
But just as the spatial rift was not yet fully formed, Qin Yu's voice fell, deep and cold, as if making a declaration.
"Since you're here, stay."
He glanced at Jin Hanyan, his tone unwavering. "Hanyan, join forces now to Annihilation her completely."
Jin Hanyan snapped back to her senses, her eyes instantly becoming clear and resolute. She took a step forward, her five fingers spread wide, as if she had grasped the wisp of Chaos's First Birth that had dissipated at the beginning of time.
The Primordial Unity Qi Transforms All Things —this is its manifestation.
That wisp of chaotic energy spun, collapsed, and expanded again in her palm, with countless illusory figures arising and disappearing within it.
In the next instant, it transformed into countless overlapping prototypes of the world, with mountains, seas of stars, and outlines of all living beings appearing in an instant, only to vanish into nothingness the moment her gaze shifted.
The Way of Heaven is not manifest, rules do not exist; life and death are merely the result of her thoughts shifting. That area has become her domain of a single thought.
Almost at the same time— Qin Yu raised his hand.
He did not rely on any external objects, nor did he invoke heaven and earth; at this moment, his Fate Soul was completely opened, with his own will as the sole altar.
Void Source and Dream Stillness -- Unfold.
The five absolute domains were silently laid out. The Void Source Domain descended, and all things returned to the beginning before they were divided;
The Realm of the Unborn manifests, and all possibilities of "what will exist" are frozen in advance;
The Domain of Annihilation swallows light and shadow, where life and destruction simultaneously lose their meaning;
The Cause and Effect Annihilation Domain severs all causes, leaving the result without any basis.
The Concept Disintegration Domain is shattered, and the definition, name, identity, and eligibility for existence all crumble.
At the core where the five domains converge, a cold and absolute "Existence Zero Point" quietly emerges.
There was no explosion, no roar. Only ripples spreading outwards from Zero Point Offshoot, like an invisible tide.
He gently touched the Fate Soul of the two Three Nether Yin Puppets who were still tearing through the void.
The next instant—their struggles ceased.
The past, present, and future are simultaneously severed; the causal chain collapses, and memories lose focus; the possibilities of existence are erased one by one, and even the concept of "being killed" loses its applicable object.
The Fate Soul silently disintegrated into fragments of light, which were then dragged into the absolute Silent Void that had never been born and could never be referred to.
Heaven and earth fell silent. It was as if those two mid-stage Three Nether Yin Puppets of the Severed Thought Realm · Middle Stage had never existed in the first place.
The nascent myriad realms formed from the primordial chaos slowly dissipated, and the domain of Void Source · Dream Stillness also shrank. Only shattered spatial remnants remained on the battlefield, along with the complex and shocked gaze of the demonic beast.
Qin Yu stood there quietly, his aura slightly concealed, as if everything that had just happened was merely a necessary cleanup.