The war in the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum has not yet ended, but chaos and despair are not the only realities on the icy plains.
Amidst the surging afterglow of magic and the constantly collapsing spatial rifts, two figures stood firmly in the depths of the crowd, like anchor points unshaken in the torrent of calamity.
One man and one woman.
The man's aura was restrained yet unfathomable; his profound cultivation at the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme formed an almost imperceptible stable field around him.
Every time the logic seemed to collapse, it would be forcibly "displaced" several feet away from him.
As if instinctively avoiding his presence. His robes were not luxurious, but were mottled with the marks of war and frost, and his brows carried the composure of someone who had experienced life and death many times, as well as a hint of unyielding sharpness.
The woman beside him seemed too unreal in this devastated land.
She possessed long, pure silver hair, as smooth as water, with layers of waves cascading down to her waist, undulating slightly in the cold wind, the ends of which shimmered with a faint blue glow, as if incorporating the frost of winter and the cold radiance of the starry sky.
Her hair was adorned with clusters of shimmering blue flowers and gemstones, the ornaments resembling frozen snowflakes that reflected a cool and noble luster.
Her eyes were a deep, azure blue, her pupils seemingly reflecting endless stars and the abyss of emptiness. Her gaze was gentle, yet carried an air of detachment, as if she had already witnessed chaos and the end. Her skin was as white as porcelain, her features delicate and beautiful, and a faint smile appeared when her cherry lips parted slightly.
It makes people feel close to it, yet also makes them hesitant to approach it rashly.
She wore a gorgeous pale blue gown, the fabric as light as mist, seemingly flowing with the air as she moved. The skirt and bodice were adorned with sparkling gemstones and petal patterns, and the low-cut neckline accentuated her elegant and restrained figure. Blue crystal earrings swayed gently at her ears.
The pendant around her neck emitted a soft glow, echoing the subtle, surging energy within her.
It was a beauty that reached its Ultimate, yet carried a dangerous distance.
At that very moment, her gaze suddenly sharpened.
"Brother, be careful."
The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to bypass the chaos of the battlefield and land directly in the man's mind.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand.
Without any elaborate prelude or dazzling build-up, an icy blue chaotic divine power suddenly took shape at her fingertips.
It was as if a frozen starry sky had been forcibly compressed into a single moment. The light spread silently, and wherever it passed, space did not explode, cause and effect did not tremble, only a complete "cessation" occurred.
The three Logic Remnants Lords, silently approaching from the side and rear, were frozen in place by the supernatural power before they could even complete their "space insertion" maneuver. The broken runes on their surfaces, still seemingly negating themselves, completely failed the next instant.
Errors are covered by errors, and imperfections are smoothed out by imperfections.
The Remnants Lord completely disintegrated within a breath, turning into meaningless gray-white fragments that scattered into the cracks of the ice field with the cold wind, as if it had never existed.
The man suddenly came to his senses, exhaled a long breath, his chest heaving, and muttered under his breath, "Hmph... You dare to ambush me? Do you really think I'm a pushover?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still stood ramrod straight.
The woman had already walked to his side, her skirt brushing against the frost and broken bones, her expression regaining its previous gentleness.
She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her voice tinged with unconscious worry. "How are you, brother? Are you alright?"
The man turned to look at her, his gaze softening instantly. The sharpness that had never wavered in the face of calamity on the battlefield was completely concealed at this moment.
He reached out and ruffled her hair, smiling casually, "It's alright, little sister. Your brother, Zhou Yujin, is a man of the world."
Upon hearing this, the woman's lips curled up slightly, and a gentle smile appeared in her azure eyes, as if at this moment, the destruction around her had nothing to do with her.
These two were the brother and sister who had crossed paths with Qin Yu back then.
Zhou Yujin, Zhou Wanning.
Back then, it was Zhou Yujin who took out that incomparably precious Beginningless Single Thought Treasure and entrusted it to Qin Yu, so that he could travel with him to the Nameless Eternal Land.
All in search of that legendary elixir— the Nameless Root-Returning Grass.
Now, Zhou Wanning is no longer the sickly woman she once was. The Nameless Root-Returning Grass has completely cured her of her illness, and has allowed her to step into the Chaos Realm · Extremity during her long transformation, becoming a true powerhouse standing at the Source of Epochless.
In this Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum, the brother and sister stood side by side, like a cause and effect reconnected by time, silently watching the ever-expanding calamity.
In the distance, tens of thousands of Logic Remnants Lord still slowly writhe.
In that instant, an unexpected change occurred on the battlefield of the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum.
The first to notice the anomaly were not the cultivators who were fighting to the death, but the space itself.
The previously chaotic and disorganized Logic Remnants Lord suddenly paused for a moment.
It was not suppressed, nor was it repelled; rather, it actively came to a standstill.
Immediately afterwards, a very low and slow tremor came from the depths of the ice field. The vibration did not affect the ground, nor did it tear space, but directly affected the "logical level". It was as if some "core instruction" that had been forgotten, dismantled, and denied countless times was being forcibly reassembled at this moment.
Tens of thousands of Logic Remnants Lord began to undergo collective evolution.
Their originally deformed, broken, and self-denying bodies all showed a unified trend of change at the same time.
The broken runes no longer repel each other, but begin to fit together; the erroneous logical fragments no longer collapse, but are forcibly arranged into an incomplete yet stable structure.
Those fragmented runes that used to cause reality to collapse with every flash have now stabilized, their flashing frequencies becoming more uniform, like thousands of heartbeats in sync.
Even more frightening is that "connections" have begun to emerge between them.
A gray-white logical thread extended from the body of one of the Remnants Lord, and in the next instant, it pierced into the existence structure of the other Remnants Lord.
Then, the third head, the fourth head... countless logical threads intertwined in the sky above the ice field, forming an invisible giant net that incorporated all the Remnants Lord into the same computational system.
They are no longer "individuals". They are becoming a collective logical life.
When a Logic Remnants Lord is shattered by a cultivator, its existence does not completely dissipate. Instead, it transforms into a piece of "failed verification data," which is instantly absorbed by the entire group. The next moment, the structures of the other Remnants Lord immediately undergo minor adjustments, avoiding the possibility of being destroyed as before.
The cultivators quickly discovered this.
The same supernatural power was weakened the second time it was used; almost ineffective the third time; and even deemed invalid the fourth time.
The atmosphere on the battlefield abruptly shifted from brutality to despair. Just as this despair began to spread...
Deep within the Ashes of the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum, the massive, sunken core that had been formed due to the collapse of logic suddenly fell completely silent.
The space there seemed to have been smoothed out by an invisible hand.
Then, one, two, three... ten figures slowly emerged from the depression.
They did not appear out of thin air, but rather seemed to be rewritten back into reality from a "deleted narrative layer".
That is under the Master Soul Dominion.
Each Master Soul Dominion a different form, yet they all share the same chilling essence.
Their existence seems to naturally supersede the Logic Remnants Lord; wherever they stand, the evolved logical network automatically yields its "computing core" to them.
Their aura was not ostentatious, yet so heavy that it caused the entire ice field to subtly tilt.
Chaos Realm, Initial Stage. This is a realm level powerful enough to crush a vast domain.
When the first Master Soul Dominion appeared, it resembled a giant covered in shattered star armor. It had no heart in its chest cavity, only a gray-white light core that was constantly rewriting itself. Each flash was accompanied by the abandonment of a rule.
The second Master Soul Dominion is tall and slender, resembling a human in form, but without facial features. Its face is a constantly flowing mirror, reflecting not reality, but the "unannounced moments of death" of all cultivators on the battlefield.
The lower half of the third Master Soul Dominion with the ice field, with dozens of logic chains floating behind it. The ends of the chains were not restraints, but connected to hundreds or thousands of Logic Remnants Lords, as if it itself was the central node of the group's evolution.
The fourth statue, the fifth statue... all the way up to the tenth statue.
The ten Master Soul Dominion stood side by side, without exchanging words or making any unnecessary movements, yet they imperceptibly completed a "transfer of authority" across the entire battlefield of the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum.
In the next instant, the rhythm of all the Logic Remnants Lord's actions changed.
They no longer indiscriminately slaughtered cultivators, but began to advance in an orderly manner, cutting off battle lines, blocking retreat routes, and compressing living space.
Every move he made seemed to be the optimal solution after countless deductions.
This is a form of warfare.
Zhou Yujin's pupils suddenly contracted at that moment, and the Qi within her body Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme, instinctively operated to its Limit.
He could clearly sense the Master Soul Dominion; even a single one could completely rewrite the outcome of this battlefield.
Zhou Wanning stood beside him, her long silver hair fluttering slightly in the cold wind. For the first time, a genuine solemnity surfaced in the depths of her azure eyes. The chaotic energy within her slowly emanated, as if silently reminding herself and her brother beside her.
This is no longer an ordinary war in the Void Obliteration Domain. This is a pivotal moment that could influence the entire Source of Epochless.
On the icy plains, the Logic Remnants Lord of the evolved group resembled a slowly advancing gray-white tide. The presence of the Master Soul Dominion gave this tide direction and will, compressing space layer by layer, and the retreat route was constantly shortening invisibly.
Zhou Wanning spoke first. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the chaotic battlefield, like the echo of falling snow. Calm and decisive, she said, "Brother, the situation is getting worse. There are no match for them with just the number of us. Brother, we can only fight and retreat now, or the consequences will be unimaginable."
Zhou Yujin's brows were tightly furrowed, and traces of blood from the fierce battle still lingered on his forehead. The aura of the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme surged within him, but it could not conceal the rapidly growing sense of crisis in his heart.
He glanced up at the ten main Master Soul Dominion standing side by side in the distance, and cursed under his breath, the words seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Damn it, how come ten Chaos Realm main souls suddenly appeared..."
He took a deep breath, made a swift judgment, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable decisiveness. "Sister, you lead the lower-level cultivators to retreat first, and I and the higher-level cultivators will cover the rear!"
Almost the instant he finished speaking, Zhou Wanning turned around, her long, silvery hair billowing in the wind. Her azure eyes looked directly at him, her gaze gentle yet resolute, almost coldly hard. "No, brother." Her voice was soft, yet it cut through all hesitation like an icy blade. "I'll stay behind with them. You take the others and retreat first."
Zhou Yujin was taken aback, then her expression changed slightly. She was about to speak, but the moment she met her eyes, all her rebuttals were forcefully suppressed.
He knew all too well what that look meant; it wasn't a momentary impulse, but a choice he had rehearsed countless times.
Deep within the icy plains, a Master Soul Dominion slowly raised its hand, causing the collective logic network to fluctuate. Hundreds of Logic Remnants Lord simultaneously turned, as if they had already locked onto a retreat route.
Time is of the essence; there is no time to argue anymore.
Zhou Yujin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally nodded heavily, his voice low and urgent. "Alright, sister, then please be careful." He turned to look at the cultivators still fighting behind him, and suddenly waved his hand, "I'll lead them to a safe area and then come back to support you!"
Zhou Wanning gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say anything more.
The next moment, she took a step forward, her light blue dress fluttering in the cold wind, releasing her Chaos Realm · Extremity aura without reservation.
She raised her hand, and her fingertips emitted a pure yet unfathomable blue light, like ice crystals. The space in front of her froze slightly, as if even the flow of logic was forcibly slowed down.
At the same time, dozens of cultivators at the Chaos Realm · Initial Stage also stood beside her.
Zhou Yujin did not turn back. He knew that if he hesitated even slightly at this moment, it would be the greatest betrayal of her.
As soon as he gave the order, the cultivators with lower cultivation levels quickly retreated, while the higher-level cultivators swiftly regrouped, fighting and retreating simultaneously to buy every moment of time for their escape.
On the icy plains, divine powers roared and laws shattered, creating a chaotic interplay of light and shadow like a thunderstorm, while at the very forefront...
Zhou Wanning and the dozens of Chaos Realm · Initial Stage experts stared intently at the approaching Group Logic Remnants Lord and the ten silent Master Soul Dominion overlooking the battlefield.
A cold wind brushed against her hair, causing her blue crystal earrings to sway gently.
At this moment, her figure seemed to become the only starlight on the entire Desolate Abyss Ice Field that still refused to retreat.