At the edge of the icy plain, the cold wind was like a knife, yet it could not disperse the approaching gray-white torrent.
Tens of thousands of Logic Remnants Lord spread out across the Desolate Abyss. They were no longer scattered, deformed individuals, but were forcibly integrated by the Logic Fate Soul that had evolved as a group.
Their movements were orderly and indifferent, like a vast sea of calamity that was being "overturned." Higher up, ten Chaos Realm · Supreme Master Soul Dominion stood suspended in the void, their auras deep and ancient. Every slight fluctuation caused the rules of heaven and earth to tremble as if they were out of place.
Zhou Wanning stood firm at the very front of this destructive wave.
Beside her were dozens of powerful individuals at the Chaos Realm · Initial Stage. Some had tattered robes and their magical artifacts were riddled with cracks; others had disordered auras, clearly having endured multiple rounds of bloody battles.
But at this moment, not one of them retreated. Chaotic energy rose and intertwined on their bodies, echoing each other, as if silently forming the last line of defense.
Zhou Wanning slowly raised her head, her long silver hair fluttering in the icy wind, her azure pupils reflecting the countless enemy figures before her. Her voice was not loud, but cold and clear, as if freezing the surrounding air:
Fellow Daoists.
She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over each tired yet determined face around her.
"For the village behind me, for the Void Obliteration Domain— "
Her tone suddenly turned cold, like an ice blade being drawn from its sheath.
"We absolutely cannot let these beasts get past."
The moment she finished speaking, she was met not with words, but with a fighting spirit.
Dozens of the Chaos Realm experts stepped forward simultaneously, their inner essence completely unsealed.
Chaotic flames, silent thunder, and world-shattering starfire erupted suddenly on the Desolate Abyss Ice Field.
Space was torn open with glowing cracks, and the ice on the ground shattered instantly under the immense pressure, as if the whole world was holding its breath in anticipation of the impending head-on conflict.
Zhou Wanning's lips curled into an almost cold smile.
The next instant, she took a step forward. "Kill—!"
That low shout was not like a yell, but with the power of chaos, it transformed into a shockwave that swept across the heavens and earth.
Her figure transformed into a streak of azure light, charging straight towards the very center of the torrent of logic. Dozens of powerful figures roared simultaneously.
The fighting spirit erupted like a volcano, followed closely by a destructive spear that surged upstream.
On the other side—the ten main Master Soul Dominion simultaneously raised their heads. There was no roar, no declaration.
Only when tens of thousands of Logic Remnants Lord the gray-white lines light up along their deformed bodies.
Space was forcibly torn apart by countless erroneous definitions, like a collapsed piece of reality, crashing madly towards Zhou Wanning and the others.
The next moment, a head-on collision.
The first wave of contact caused the world to lose its color.
The divine power of the Chaos Realm expert crashed down, light and darkness, order and disorder intertwined and exploded on the icy plain. One after another, the Logic Remnants Lord shattered in the flames, only to be quickly "replacing" themselves in the logical tide behind them.
The power of the Master Soul Dominion permeates the space, and with each strike, a section of space collapses into an incomprehensible, fragmented area, swallowing the cultivator along with their supernatural abilities.
Blood and light splattered simultaneously.
Just as the battle line was about to be overwhelmed by the torrent, Zhou Wanning's figure suddenly stopped at the forefront.
She hovered in mid-air, her arms slowly opening. At that moment, the sound of the entire battlefield seemed to be drawn away.
An invisible primordial energy surged from her body, not erupting, but spreading out—as if the world had been reopened in her mind. The void began to tremble, and the previously torn and polluted spatial structure was forcibly pulled back to an "undefined" state in that instant.
Her voice echoed between heaven and earth, deep and calm, yet carrying an irresistible primal will:
"Chaos Creation." In an instant—
In the void, the outlines of mountains and rivers appeared out of thin air, starlight lit up the sky, and the light and shadow of rivers surged forth from disorder.
That was not an illusion, but a "prototype of existence" directly conceived by the power of chaos. A brand-new terrain suddenly took shape in the center of the battlefield.
By forcibly cutting and guiding the torrent of logic, thousands of Remnants Lords are dragged into the newly formed landscape structure, causing the logical operations to become unbalanced, colliding and collapsing with each other.
Higher up, a miniature starry sky unfolded behind her, the stars rotating, gravity reversing, forcibly distorting and Master Soul Dominion.
The ice field is no longer just a battlefield. At this moment, it has become a world in the process of being "born".
The power of chaos surged like a sea, light and shadow filled the sky and earth, Zhou Wanning stood in the center of the scene of World Creation.
Her long silver hair danced with blue light, like a goddess emerging from the beginning of chaos. Her gaze remained calm, yet more resolute than any roar.
In this battle, she was not retreating. She was using new life to confront destruction head-on.
Above the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum, the icy sky suddenly folded unnaturally.
That wasn't a change in the clouds, but rather some higher-level will completing a "lockdown."
Amidst the raging torrent of thousands of Logic Remnants Lords, one of the Chaos Realm · Supreme Master Soul Dominion slowly raised its head.
Its form is more distorted than other rulers; its body seems to be the result of being repeatedly negated and then forcibly pieced together.
A shattered soul sequence core floated in the chest cavity, with gray-white logical cracks constantly flashing inside.
It has no eyes, yet it forcibly swayed the entire battlefield's "control of attention" in an instant.
At that moment, the chaotic aura surrounding Zhou Wanning slightly.
It wasn't out of fear, but because she clearly felt that her existence was being judged as an "abnormal variable."
The Master Soul Dominion slowly raised one arm.
As the arm was raised, it continuously split and reassembled, eventually transforming into a "non-physical blade" composed of countless Soul Rend sequences and grayish-white logical fragments.
It didn't swing down, but instead pressed forward directly.
In the next instant, the world suddenly lost its balance. The Master Soul Dominion - Slaughtering Divine Power (Final Sequence World Negation - Soul Law Annihilation)
No light erupted.
Conversely, all colors in the center of the battlefield were instantly stripped away, as if the world had been deleted. Centered on the palm Master Soul Dominion, a fan-shaped domain of negation rapidly expanded. Does Not Exist flow of energy, Does Not Exist operation of laws, and Does Not Exist even the process of "attack".
It did only one thing: deny Zhou Wanning's right to "still exist at this moment".
Wherever the domain passed, hundreds of Logic Remnants Lord froze instantly, then vanished like erased afterimages;
The ice field was smoothed out into a blank space, Does Not Exist.
That strike was aimed directly at Zhou Wanning's Fate Soul Anchor Point.
If the shot hits, she won't die.
She will be directly detached from the "reality that is happening".
However, just as that realm of negation was about to engulf Zhou Wanning, her gaze suddenly became extremely calm.
Without hesitation, without backing down, she stepped forward.
The ice field beneath her feet collapsed in reverse at that moment, not shattered, but rewritten. Invisible chaotic energy surged out from her body, like the primordial torrent before the creation of heaven and earth, instantly breaking through the edge of the realm of negation.
Zhou Wanning raised his right hand, fingers spread. Zhou Wanning's Body Technique: Chaos Creation - Original Form Recall
It's not defense, nor is it a direct confrontation.
She used herself as the "starting point" to forcibly revert the reality within a hundred-foot radius around her to a "state that had not yet been defined."
The gray-white boundary of the negative domain began to show violent instability the instant it came into contact with the chaotic aura.
It was as if they had been pulled back to "before the attack was launched." On the icy plains, illusory mountain shadows emerged from nothingness.
In the next second, it reassembled into the outline of stars and a primordial continent, as if a miniature universe was being born beside her.
That's not an illusion. That's the World Creation possibility that has been forcibly awakened.
For the first time, the Final Sequence World Negation Master Soul Dominion experienced a delay.
When the force of negation comes into contact with the "original state that has not yet been negated," it loses its foothold, and a large number of collapses and voids begin to appear within the domain, like a painting that has been burned through.
Zhou Wanning's gaze turned cold, and his right hand suddenly clenched shut.
The illusory image of Chaos Creation compresses in reverse at this moment, transforming into a primordial impact that sweeps across the battlefield.
Boom--!!!
There was no explosion.
However, the entire ice field of the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum sank at the same instant, and the space within a range of hundreds of feet was forcibly compressed into a flat, layered structure.
The Chaos Realm · Supreme Master Soul Dominion was hit head-on, and the Soul Sequence Core in its chest trembled violently, cracks spread wildly, and an entire segment of the Soul Sequence was directly erased.
It staggered backward, and the Logic Remnants Lord collapsed in pieces.
Zhou Wanning stood where the chaotic aura was slowly dissipating, her hair fluttering gently in the aftershocks of energy.
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his lips, his breathing was slightly disordered, yet he still kept his back straight.
She was injured. But she stood in her way.
She looked up, staring directly at the Master Soul Dominion that had been forced back. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on the battlefield:
"You want to deny me?" "Then you'd better deny chaos itself first."
The wind on the icy plains stopped completely in that instant.
It wasn't frozen or suppressed, but rather it lost the meaning of continuing to flow.
Zhou Wanning stood in the center of the shattered ice field, his pale blue robes slowly drooping in the chaotic aftershocks.
Her chest heaved for a moment, the blood at the corner of her lips was still wet, but her gaze was calmer and clearer than ever before.
The Chaos Realm · Supreme Master Soul Dominion opposite has stabilized its form.
Its core of soul order in its chest cavity was riddled with cracks, and grayish-white logic slowly seeped out like dying blood. The surrounding Logic Remnants Lord were briefly thrown into chaos by its injuries, yet it still existed and was still "recognized by the world."
This is dangerous enough.
Zhou Wanning did not give it any more time to adapt.
She took a step forward. The step landed silently.
But the hierarchy of the entire battlefield seemed to have been gently turned over.
She slowly raised her head, and her deep blue eyes changed completely at that moment.
It was no longer as clear and pure as ice and snow, but had transformed into a bottomless vortex of void.
Within the vortex, there were no stars, no light or shadow, only a constant cycle of collapse, recombination, and further collapse—a void.
Zhou Wanning's Ultimate Eradication Technique: "Formless Disillusionment"
This technique is neither an attack nor an annihilation.
Rather, it denies "the act of existence itself."
The instant the supernatural power was activated, all the chaotic energy surrounding Zhou Wanning simultaneously receded.
It was as if all power had been drained away, leaving only a "line of gaze" between her and the Master Soul Dominion.
That line fell upon the Master Soul Dominion.
No light erupted, yet the world Master Soul Dominion began to crumble.
What it lost first was not its power, but its outline.
The enormous, twisted body, like a reflection cast into water, began to stretch and dissolve unnaturally.
Its edges became blurred, as if it might blend into the background at any moment. Then, the gray-white logic runes on its body began to fail one by one, not shattering,
Instead, it was forgotten.
The rune flashed one last time and then disappeared.
It's not extinguished; it's that it "never existed."
The Master Soul Dominion emitted an inaudible tremor, not a roar, but the echo of reality losing its footing.
It tried to raise its arm, but found that the concept of "raising" was already impossible to complete; before the action could be formed, existence had already slid into nothingness.
The core of the soul sequence trembled violently. The next instant—a void appeared inside the Fate Soul.
It wasn't damage or collapse, but a complete "point of Formless." All soul order, logic, obsession, and ruling authority, upon touching that point, all turned into transparent phantoms, like mist illuminated by strong light, rapidly dissipating.
The body, Master Soul Dominion, began to collapse.
It doesn't collapse inward, but disappears in a direction that Does Not Exist.
The head became translucent first, followed by the shoulders, arms, torso, and finally the nearly shattered soul core.
Under the watchful gaze of those blue, swirling eyes, it was gradually "smoothed out."
The entire process was conducted without any loud noise.
Only the surrounding space gradually returned to calm, as if it had never endured the oppression of such a terrifying being.
A few breaths later, only emptiness remained on the icy plain.
The Chaos Realm · Supreme Master Soul Dominion was completely Annihilation and erased.
No lingering soul. No remaining order. No trace that can be traced.
It was as if it had never existed in this world.
The vortex of emptiness in Zhou Wanning's eyes slowly receded, and the azure blue returned to its clear state.
Her body swayed slightly, and a thin crack appeared in the ice beneath her feet. She pressed her hand to her chest, and her breathing became noticeably erratic.
This move took a huge toll on her. But she won.
In the distance, thousands of Logic Remnants Lord the loss of a ruling core.
Roars, disintegration, tearing apart—the balance of power on the battlefield quietly shifted at that moment.
Zhou Wanning looked up at the surging darkness ahead, exhaled softly, and said in a barely audible but incredibly firm voice, "Next."