The True Ruins of Dark Silver Starlight resembled an inverted giant cup of Annihilation. There was no sense of distance in the surrounding area, only the ten-foot-long Starlight Annihilation Core suspended in the center. Dark gold runes spread out like a spider web, piercing straight in all directions along the nine dark silver pillars of annihilation. The annihilation images sealed within the pillars had open eyes, but no pupils. Only the primordial annihilation of the same origin slowly swirled in their eye sockets.
Qin Yu stood beneath it, his robes and hair turned to a faint gray by the "silence," even his breathing was smoothed out to the point of almost disappearing, as if he had been thrown into a pot of silent silver molten iron, his physical body, Dao core, and thoughts all collapsing little by little on their own, even the words "I want to resist" seemed to have a layer of skin scraped off by a dull knife.
The next instant, all nine pillars lit up simultaneously. The dark silver light did not illuminate, but rather "smeared" the void, weaving together to form a Primordial Stillness Sequence Net. The net's lines passed through his body without leaving holes, instead seeming to pull out every inch of his "order traces" from a deeper depth. His fingertips went numb first, and fine stardust rose from the surface of his skin. The stardust was neither blood nor dust.
Rather, it was the traces within his body that were "still recognized by heaven and earth" that were peeled away one by one, followed by the resilience of his bones, the resilience of his meridians, and the resilience of his heart meridian—
Everything that could "operate" was gently and cruelly extinguished by the Order Network, as if someone were slowly erasing him from the pages of the world with an invisible sheet of paper. Qin Yu's eyes were almost blank at that moment, but a cold glint stood out in the depths of that blankness: he understood that if he let it peel away like this, the next step would be the erasure of the Dao Core pattern, and then even the last thread of "remembering who he was" would be severed.
So he didn't activate the great technique, nor did he forcibly pull the source—that would only make the order web peel away faster—instead he sank his mind inward, as if throwing himself into a still well, letting the primordial stillness sweep over the outer layer, while he grasped a sharper, colder "Order Adjudication" intention in the deepest part.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword floated silently in his palm, its blade not shining, but rather as if the last remaining "graspable boundary" in the True Ruins had been condensed into a blade; Qin Yu did not swing the sword, he merely touched the tip of the sword lightly to the void in front of him, the sensation between his fingertips and the hilt was disappearing, and then he used a shorter, more decisive thought to nail it down—not nailing down the power, but nailing down the root of "I am still here".
The next moment, his lips moved slightly, his voice unable to carry in this place, yet echoing deep within his own Fate Soul: "Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence; Fate Cause Sealing Mirror; Logic Abyss Core." It wasn't an outward-emitting light, nor a booming force, but rather an extremely thin "mirror" erected between his consciousness and body. The mirror's surface wasn't a reflection...
Instead, he saw that each time the pre-order net was peeled away, it would first "write" on a certain dark gold silent script, and then write back along the formation of the nine pillars onto his pre-order mark; what he wanted was not to block, but to see clearly the hand that wrote the words.
The mirror trembled slightly, and more stardust appeared on Qin Yu's shoulder and fingertips at the same time, as if an invisible wind had blown away a layer of skin. The pain did not come from the physical body, but from the fear of "I am becoming unacknowledged." However, a pattern was finally reflected in the mirror: the silent light of the nine pillars did not peel away from the same place at the same time, but rather peeled away in a rotating order—each pillar was responsible for a segment of "existence lineage." Only when the nine segments were combined could the entire sequence of an existence be torn into blank.
The cold light in Qin Yu's eyes suddenly grew even colder. He raised his hand, his five fingers tracing characters in the air. The edge of the Mirror of Fate Cause Sealing Mirror instantly split into nine almost invisible cracks. These cracks were not broken, but rather "positioned," fixing the rhythm of the nine rotating pillars into a moment that could be captured.
Just as one of the pillars of light reached his heart meridian, Qin Yu suddenly tilted his sword slightly and lightly activated the second seal. "Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence: Orbital Collapse Lock - Chain Annihilation." There was no explosion, no thunder, only a silent snapping sound from one of the extremely thin "ring rails" within the nine-pillar formation, like an Ultimate string being quietly cut.
The dark silver starlight within the True Ruins suddenly paused, and the speed of the Sequence Network's peeling slowed by half a beat—just half a beat, but enough for Qin Yu to catch his breath and gain a moment of "still being able to maintain his composure." However, the price was also paid at the same time: as if enraged, the peeling of the Sequence Network abruptly jumped from the "fingertip skin" to the "Dao Core Patterns," as if a corner of a thick book had been forcibly torn from the depths of his chest.
A sudden emptiness and coldness gripped his heart. Many memories of past battles seemed to have been erased; the images remained, but he couldn't recall their names. Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly, but he didn't allow himself to panic. He knew this was the end of the first phase, and the second phase would soon follow.
Sure enough, the nine silent pillars slowly converged towards the center within the dark silver starlight, the silent light converging into nine layers of invisible order walls. Dark gold silent runes on the walls bound his limbs and bones like chains, and even blinking seemed to require permission from the silent runes first; Qin Yu was clearly standing, but he was like a silent statue "with form but no movement", his consciousness was chillingly clear, yet he could hardly form a complete sentence with a single thought.
The feeling of being forced to watch oneself being sealed was deeper than the pain. Just as the nine layers of the barrier closed to their tightest point, the tip of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword suddenly trembled slightly. It wasn't that the sword was about to be drawn, but rather that Qin Yu pressed his last bit of will into the thinnest line and sent it along the blade into the Fate Cause Sealing Mirror.
The mirror suddenly flipped, as if reflecting his "sealed moment" onto the True Ruins; taking advantage of that instant of reflection, Qin Yu forcibly activated the third seal. "Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence - Master Book Seal Severance - Naming Reconstruction." This seal did not change the world, but rather changed the "title"—he did not Primal Stillness Order Slaughter Exalt, he only rewrote the name of the nine layers of order walls that were currently sealing him as "temporarily borrowed," rewrote "imprisonment" as "reflection," and rewrote "immovable" as "observable."
The Silent Chains jolted violently, as if an invisible hand had momentarily jammed in the keyhole. Qin Yu finally regained a fleeting moment of movement. He didn't struggle or try to break free, but instead used this brief movement to place his palm on the sword hilt, leaning slightly forward. His entire being seemed to be actively "acknowledging" being sealed within the nine layers of the Sequence Wall—the more thoroughly he acknowledged it, the more the chains mistakenly believed the sealing was complete, and for a moment, the most crucial gap loosened.
What peeked out from the crack wasn't an exit, but rather a wisp of even deeper dark gold at the core of the ten-foot-tall Starlight Annihilation Core —the "root of order" of the Primal Stillness Order Slaughter Exalt. The third stage descended without any warning; the Annihilation core slowly pressed down, and the dark gold runes poured entirely into the nine layers of the order wall.
The entire True Ruins seemed to have been crushed into an absolutely still fruit pit by an invisible hand; in that instant, Qin Yu suddenly understood: the so-called "One Stillness Turns Myriad Things to Nothing" is not about attacking you, not about destroying you, but about directly declaring at the root that you "were never written into anything".
He had no time to hesitate, nor any room to add another layer of imprint. He did only two things: First, he completely let go of his obsession with "how much trace could remain," suppressing his consciousness to its utmost emptiness, as if surrendering everything that could be stripped away, in exchange for that purest core of "I am still myself." Second, he pushed that core out in the sharpest way. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword suddenly transformed into an extremely faint blade line in his palm. The blade line did not slash outwards, but rather "returned to zero" inwards.
Qin Yu uttered four words in a low voice, as if making a vow deep within his Fate Soul: "No Definition Erasure." As soon as the sword technique was unleashed, there was no sword light in the True Ruins, only a circle of dark silver starlight was forcibly "flattened" into an even emptier emptiness. It was not destructive energy, but rather the "definition" itself was cut off from a small range: the definition of the nine layers of order wall sealing him, the definition of the Annihilation core erasing him, and even the definition of the path that "One Stillness Turns Myriad Things to Nothing" fell from, were all gouged out by this technique with a short gap.
The gap existed for only a moment, but Qin Yu had already poured all his will and Fate Soul Order Adjudication into its end—there lay the dark gold core of the Primordial Stillness Sequence Core. He didn't seek a direct confrontation; he wanted to pull that core into a "touchable" state in the shortest possible instant. The Three Forms of Fate Construction then silently followed: he first used "Cause and Effect Deconstruction" to dismantle the connections of the nine pillars' rotation, preventing the sequence network from rewriting itself onto him;
Then, using "Time Flow Reversal," he reversed the moment the Annihilation Core pressed down, pushing it back half a breath, extending the gap long enough for him to complete the final blow; finally, using "Existence Erasure," he didn't erase the Annihilation Core as a whole, but precisely erased "the connection between the Primordial Stillness Sequence Core and the Nine-Layer Slaughter Barrier."
As the connection broke, the nine silent pillars simultaneously emitted a silent tremor. The silent images within the pillars seemed to have their primordial energy drained from their eyes, the dark silver in their eye sockets rapidly dimming. A spiderweb-like network of cracks immediately appeared around the nine layers of the array's structure. These cracks did not signify shattering, but rather the "loss of the array's name," rendering it ineffective. The Starlight Annihilation Core abruptly halted in mid-air, and for the first time, the dark gold silent runes exhibited disorder.
It wasn't panic, but rather the primordial will repairing itself. However, repair itself requires "order," and what Qin Yu had just removed was precisely that self-consistent root of order. Thus, when that Ultimate stillness fell, it was as if its landing point had been removed. It still wanted to erase, but couldn't find "how to write the object that should be erased as an object."
The True Ruins Dark Silver Starlight suddenly collapsed into a silent vortex, and the nine pillars crumbled into countless stardust, which were then swallowed up by an even deeper silence in the next instant; countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the Annihilation Core, and there was no light in the cracks, only an ancient emptiness, like the back of the world Unborn.
Qin Yu's chest jolted violently, and a mouthful of cold, astringent blood welled up in his throat, but before it could even fall, it turned into stardust and dissipated. Indeed, a piece of his memory was missing—the outlines of certain old events had been stripped away and could never be pieced back together—yet he still stood, still held his sword, and still knew who he was.
In that instant, a silent cracking sound came from the depths of the True Ruins.
It wasn't a loud noise, but rather like a heart that had existed for countless eons finally ceasing to beat. The Starlight Annihilation Core, suspended at the center, cracked open from its core, revealing a deep, colder void instead of light. Then, the crack rapidly spread, and the dark gold runes, like writing without a writer, began to crumble, roll back, and extinguish.
The Starlight Annihilation Core disintegrated from the inside out, transforming into countless dark silver starlight. The starlight did not scatter, but fell slowly like snowflakes, unfolding a silent end in the True Ruins.
The nine dark silver pillars simultaneously lost their support. The silent images sealed within the pillars instantly lost their "written" outlines, like silhouettes forgotten by time. With a slight tremor, they disintegrated along with the pillars. The nine layers of the order's cage also loosened, the dark gold silent runes extinguished one by one, and the power of the sealing order transformed into meaningless fragments.
It was swallowed up again by the Primal Stillness Origin Qi. The entire Stillness Core True Ruins was no longer locked or assimilated, only the natural flow of the Primal Stillness Origin Qi remained—the original, unbiased "Nirvana," no longer born for annihilation.
In the very center of this newly flowing Sea of Primordial Silence, a new existence slowly emerged.
That's a picture.
It rose from the core of the Starlight Annihilation Core, which had completely collapsed, like a coordinate born from the embers of the end. The scroll was small, yet it possessed an undeniable presence: its entire surface was a dark silver starburst color, its material neither silk nor crystal, existing between "written" and "unformed," and its edges were not sharp.
Yet it is constantly being reconstructed in a slight flow, as if it might dissipate at any moment, yet as if it will never truly disappear. On the surface, ancient and restrained silent runes are densely packed—those runes are completely consistent with the silent runes carried by the Silent Origin Technique-Severing Key in Qin Yu's memory, without a single superfluous stroke or a single line of deviation, like echoes written by the same hand in different eras.
Around the scroll, a faint Primordial Stillness Myriad Sequence Qi naturally descended, forming an invisible boundary. The boundary did not refuse approach, but it refused the touch of those who were not "breakers"—any being without the corresponding order mark would have its path of existence directly erased by that primordial stillness aura as soon as its will approached, and even the act of "touching" itself could not be completed.
Qin Yu took a step forward.
The primordial energy parted automatically before him, as if acknowledging or making way. He reached out, and the moment his fingertips touched the scroll, a faint silver starlight shone. The silent patterns flowed up along the lines of his palm, silently merging with certain pre-existing marks deep within his Fate Soul.
He understood.
This is not an ordinary map, but a key map.
It doesn't point to a specific location, but rather to a unique path leading to a certain "source".
In that instant of connection, Qin Yu clearly understood that this Primordial Stillness Sequence Origin Map was the true source map of one of the Six Primal Keys — the Silent Origin Technique-Severing Key. It did not mark a location, but rather the only way to "arrive at the Myriad Sequences Return to Stillness Origin Ruins"; without this map, no matter how many eras of deduction one mastered, one could not reach the original land where the power of Yuanji was born.
More importantly, he also realized one thing: the Six Primal Keys were not isolated entities.
He has already obtained two of them:
The Star Wancai Key: the power to command all treasures and control all objects and external things;
The Silent Origin Heart-Annihilating Key is the core key that severs execution logic and negates all techniques and orders.
At this moment, this Primordial Stillness Sequence Origin Map is the "other half" of the Silent Origin Technique-Severing Key, which truly awakens and leads to its Ultimate goal. The Key and the Diagram are of the same origin, and only when they are both in the hands of the Breaker can the path to the Myriad Sequences Return to Stillness Origin Ruins be opened.
The dark silver starlight gradually dissipated within the True Ruins, the remnants of the Slaughter Realm were smoothed out, and the field of Ultimate killing retreated back to its original Domain of No Techniques.
The surrounding area was deathly silent, yet no longer cold; it was a stillness born of annihilation. Only Qin Yu in the center, the scroll in his palm gently floating, becoming the sole "Order of Silent Life" in this desolate realm.
Thus, the final stage of the Primordial Stillness Myriad Sequence Slaughter Realm has officially come to an end.
Only by truly letting go of all attachments, guarding oneself in Annihilation, and anchoring oneself as an existence, can one take away this map pointing to the Ultimate source from this slaughtering realm created to obliterate the ancient strong—and continue towards that place that even the "end" itself has not yet reached.
The dark silver starlight slowly receded in Qin Yu's palm. He didn't look at the Primordial Stillness Sequence Origin Map a second time, but simply gently closed his five fingers and placed his fingertips on the edge of the scroll. At that moment, a slight tremor ran through the depths of his brow—the Annihilation Devil Pupil · Final Spirit Core silently opened, like an eye that had been waiting for a long time, opening in the darkness.
There was no action of absorption, nor any pull of force; the Primordial Stillness Sequence Origin Map seemed to have always belonged there. The dark silver starlight was enveloped by a deeper layer of stillness, and the scroll transformed into a thin line of stillness in his palm, disappearing into his brow through his fingers.
In an instant, a brief but clear image appeared deep within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness—in the boundless gray sea of silence, a star-like pattern slowly unfolded, perfectly merging with the origin of his spiritual core. The Silent Script was no longer something to be "read," but rather became a part of his own Fate Soul structure, quiet, stable, and inseparable.
As the last wisp of dark silver light sank into the spirit core, Qin Yu's brow returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. Only he himself knew that the Ultimate map pointing to the Myriad Sequences Return to Stillness Origin Ruins had been completely sealed away—not in external objects, but within his own existence.
The next instant, the True Ruins began to crumble.
It wasn't a collapse, but rather a "departure after fulfilling its mission." The Primal Stillness Origin Qi receded like a tide, and the spatial boundaries of the dark silver gradually lost their meaning, blurring all directions simultaneously. Qin Yu's "sense of footing" suddenly vanished, but there was no unease of falling. A gentle yet irresistible pull arose from the void, gently lifting his figure.
Light and shadow flip.
When his vision refocused, Qin Yu was already standing in the familiar void. The dark, deep, and layered aura of the forbidden domain enveloped him once again— the Void Abyss Forbidden Domain remained silent as ever, as if the final trial that could have annihilated countless ages had never happened here.
He exhaled slowly, his footsteps steadied, and his robes swayed gently in the silent wind of the forbidden area. There was no new sharpness or outward manifestation of his presence, only a deeper and more stable tranquility, like a scabbard already sheathed.