Amidst that sudden surge of power, almost overwhelming the heavens and earth, Zhou Wanning was the first to raise his hand.
Her movements were unhurried, yet carried an undeniable calmness. "Step back first."
The sound was not loud, but like an undercurrent flowing beneath the ice, it clearly entered the souls of every cultivator in the Chaos Realm.
No one hesitated.
More than ten Chaos Realm · Initial Stage experts retreated simultaneously, their figures transforming into streaks of light, instantly creating a distance of ten miles, and re-forming their formation in the void.
Their gazes never left the center of the battlefield, their minds tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, because that emerging aura had completely exceeded the scope of ordinary Master Soul Dominion.
As they retreated, the mutated being finally revealed its true form.
That can no longer be called "the Master Soul Dominion".
Its body was over a hundred feet tall, but it had no fixed outline; the whole thing seemed to be made of layers upon layers of dark gray soul matter.
Six pairs of fragmented soul wings grew irregularly from his back; some were as sharp as blades, while others looked like torn pieces that had been forcibly stitched together.
Dark silver soul flames dripped continuously from the edges, falling into the void. Before they could spread, they "eroded" the surrounding space, leaving behind unhealable voids.
Its chest cavity is the most horrifying part.
The core Soul Seal, originally belonging to the six Master Soul Dominion, were forcibly compressed and fused, ultimately condensing into a huge and deformed "shared soul core".
The surface of the shared soul core is covered with dense cracks, and from each crack, different whispers echo, as if six wills have not completely perished, and are still devouring each other and vying for dominance.
The sounds overlapped, creating a deafening roar that could disrupt the mental and physical order of even those with weaker cultivation levels.
Its "head" is incomplete.
It was a constantly shifting face; sometimes it revealed a grotesque humanoid silhouette, and sometimes it collapsed into a meaningless vortex of soul matter. The only constant was the lingering image of the dark golden soul crown floating on its forehead; beneath the soul crown, a vertically cleaved "soul eye" slowly opened.
When his gaze fell upon them, it was as if he were weighing whether all living beings still deserved to exist.
The space around it no longer follows a normal pattern of expansion.
Upside down, near and far, light is stretched into thin lines around it, then breaks and disappears in the next instant. The Daoist principles of heaven and earth are forcibly compressed and rewritten the moment they approach it, transforming into a brutal and primal pulse of destruction.
Finally, that being moved.
It did not step forward, but its soul body leaned slightly forward, as if the entire world bowed down with it. Then, a deep voice with several overlapping timbres slowly spread from its body, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of its shattered Fate Soul.
"I didn't expect..."
His voice was a mixture of sarcasm, rage, and a lingering sense of astonishment.
"A Chaos Realm · Extremity has actually managed to... drive us to this point."
Soul Eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto Zhou Wanning. At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to hold its breath.
Almost at the same instant that aura completely locked onto him, Zhou Wanning spoke in a low voice.
She didn't turn around; her gaze remained fixed on the mutated Master Soul Dominion, yet her voice clearly resonated within the consciousness of every Chaos Realm cultivator beside her.
Everyone, please be careful.
Her tone was extremely steady, yet carried an unprecedented solemnity.
"Its current level has probably already reached the Stainless Realm."
As soon as these words were spoken, the breaths of more than ten Chaos Realm · Initial Stage experts caught in their throats.
The Stainless Realm.
It is no longer a simple accumulation of power, but a judgment on "existence itself".
If the Chaos Realm is still governing the origin of all things, then the Stainless Realm has already begun to touch upon the fundamental question of "why existence exists".
No one backed down.
They all looked up, their expressions cold and focused. The Dao Fruit resonated slowly within their bodies, and the power of chaos flowed like an undercurrent, pushing their state to its peak.
Because they knew very well that any moment of hesitation would result in their complete elimination.
Just then, the mutated Master Soul Dominion moved.
It neither braced itself nor roared; it simply raised a finger slowly.
That wasn't a "finger" in the true sense, but rather a fragment woven from dark silver soul essence and the runes of Annihilation. The moment the fingertip lifted, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment—not a pause in time, but a brief touch upon the very origin of existence.
The Beginningless Annihilation Finger.
In an instant, tiny ripples appeared in front of my fingertips.
It wasn't a ripple of spiritual energy, nor a spatial tremor, but rather the trace left by the disruption of time itself. Wherever the ripples passed, the void resembled the pages of an old book being turned, revealing layers of blurry and distant scenes: the birth of life, the awakening of consciousness, and the first entanglement of cause and effect.
The next instant, a fingertip gently pointed forward. There was no beam of light, no explosion.
At that moment, Zhou Wanning and the dozen or so Chaos Realm experts beside her felt an indescribable sense of dread.
It was as if something was trying to erase them directly from where they "didn't yet exist."
The attack descended. That power was not aimed at the physical body, nor at the soul, but rather at the very origin of each person's existence.
Within the locked area, the edges of several cultivators' figures began to change; their outlines started to fade, like an ancient painting weathering and peeling away little by little from its corners.
It wasn't shattering, but rather being "negated." Their aura faded, the echoes of their names in the world became blurred, and even the memories of them among the surrounding cultivators began to show unnatural gaps.
At the same time, an extremely faint mournful cry came from the depths of the void.
It wasn't the cry of a living being, but rather a low, resonant echo as if a footnote had been forcibly removed from the cosmic background.
"Form ranks!"
Zhou Wanning's voice suddenly rang out, like ice cracking in the sky.
She took a step forward, and a vortex of void suddenly appeared in her blue eyes, her chaotic energy surging instantly. Instead of confronting the power pointing to "Beginningless" head-on, she raised her hand and pressed it into the void, and a huge chaotic light screen suddenly unfolded beneath her palm.
That light barrier wasn't a defensive barrier, but rather a layered structure.
More than ten Chaos Realm experts responded simultaneously.
Some bit their tongues, using their own Dao fruits as a catalyst to forcibly solidify their "present" existence; others unleashed chaotic domains.
Some anchor their existence to this very moment; others even burn a portion of their essence to condense a causal mark in front of them, symbolizing what has already happened, in an attempt to resist the force that erases everything from the beginning.
The power of chaos, the afterglow of cause and effect, and the lingering echoes of the Dao intertwined wildly in that instant.
The power of the Beginningless Annihilation Finger crashed hard against the defensive line built by more than a dozen powerful individuals at the cost of their "present existence".
The void trembled violently.
That wasn't an explosion, but a chilling sense of "dislocation."
It was as if the world had briefly split into two versions: in one version, they Does Not Exist; while in the other, they were still fighting back.
Zhou Wanning groaned, a trickle of icy blue blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, as chaotic power surged violently within her body. She forcibly steadied herself, forming hand seals to further compress her presence toward "this moment," thus slowing down the power of that finger for a split second.
But not everyone held on.
Just outside the defensive line, the figure of a cultivator at the Chaos Realm · Initial Stage suddenly stopped.
A blank expression crossed his face, as if he had forgotten for a moment who he was and where he came from. His body began to fade from his shoulders outwards, the pace quickening until he could barely scream before his entire being was gone, like an old mark smoothed over by time.
It vanished silently into the void.
There was no bloodshed, no remains, and even the very presence of "he once existed" was completely erased in the next instant.
A brief silence descended upon the battlefield. Zhou Wanning's eyes turned Ultimate cold at that moment.
Zhou Wanning's pupils turned completely cold in that instant. Not out of fear, but out of fury after his sore spot had been touched.
She took a step forward, and the power of chaos erupted beneath her feet. Her long, icy blue hair danced wildly without wind, as if she were forcibly pulling the entire Desolate Abyss Ice Field into a unified rhythm. Her voice was no longer gentle, but like a cold star falling to earth, directly pressing into the depths of the souls of every Chaos Realm cultivator present.
"Fellow Daoists!" "Immediately unleash your innate divine powers!"
Even if we can't completely Annihilation it, we must at least skin it alive!
The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Wanning opened his arms wide. The world seemed to fall apart.
The Chaos Origin within her no longer operated along any predetermined path, but was actively shattered, reassembled, and then negated by her.
In the next instant, her figure suddenly became ethereal, as if half of her existence had been erased, yet at the same time she appeared in several contradictory locations.
The Ultimate supernatural power: "Void Disorder".
Centered on her, a realm that defies categorization by direction, scale, or time suddenly unfolded.
That's not a barrier, but a graveyard of order.
Within the domain, space folds layer upon layer like a shattered mirror; the ground beneath one's feet one moment is suspended above one's head the next.
Time seemed to break down; someone had barely raised their hand when the action was already completed half a breath earlier; the laws of nature completely failed, spiritual energy could not circulate in order, and the lines of cause and effect fell like broken threads.
This is a chaotic realm without rules.
Both friend and foe are among them. But Zhou Wanning is the only one who can forcibly imbue a "local will" within this chaos.
At the same time, the dozen or so Chaos Realm · Initial Stage experts behind her did not hesitate at all.
A cultivator's eyes turned bloodshot as he directly burned his Dao Core. Behind him, a phantom of a chaotic ancient beast appeared, its giant claws slamming down, reducing everything in its path to primordial chaotic dust.
Another old man raised his hand and pressed down, causing cracks to appear on his chest. A chaotic seal formed from his own essence crashed down, and before the seal even hit the ground, the surrounding space began to collapse.
Others sacrificed their own lifespan to detonate the chaotic sea within their bodies, transforming it into a gray torrent that swept across the heavens and earth. Within the torrent, lightning, stardust, and phantoms intertwined, attempting to completely submerge and submerge the mutated Master Soul Dominion.
More than a dozen top-tier primordial divine abilities, amplified by the Void Disorder, simultaneously bombarded the same target.
At that moment, it seemed as if the world had truly come to an end.
However, the mutated Master Soul Dominion only slightly raised its head.
On its face, a composite of multiple soul essences and fragmented logic, a smile that was almost mocking slowly crept up.
"Hmph." "Overestimating yourself."
It didn't dodge, or even defend itself; it simply slowly opened its arms.
The next instant, an extremely eerie light suddenly shone from inside its body.
The light did not illuminate the outside world, but rather pulled all the forces that shone upon it back to a state of "not yet formed".
Supernatural powers then descended. (From "The Mental Form Mieyin")
It was surrounded by concentric rings of dark silver ripples, which did not spread out but rather collapsed inward.
Any supernatural power, domain, or chaotic torrent that touched the ripples instantly lost the premise for its "establishment".
The claws of the Chaos Beast paused in mid-air, then faded and disappeared rapidly, like lines from an erased draft.
Before the falling chaotic seal could actually hit its target, it had already decomposed into the most primordial light dust.
The gray torrent that swept across the heavens and earth was forcibly reversed back to a state "before it was triggered," turning into a still void.
Even the Void Disorder void itself trembled violently in that instant, its edges beginning to crack.
All attacks were completely neutralized.
Zhou Wanning's expression changed drastically, his blood and qi surged, and he almost couldn't suppress a mouthful of blood.
The mutated Master Soul Dominion had already opened its eyes.
Its pupils transformed into two miniature white holes at that moment.
The Light of Stainlessness burst forth from within.
The next instant, it slowly opened its mouth, its voice seemingly coming from before the birth of the universe.
All things Return to Dust.
The name of the supernatural being echoed between heaven and earth, Myriad Phenomena Return to Dust Light.
Two silent beams of light shot out from the pupils, which were like white holes.
Wherever the beam of light reached, there was no explosion, no tearing, only complete disintegration.
The energy shield disintegrated against the flow of light, transforming into a cloud of basic particles; the magical artifact's form resembled an inverted sand painting.
It crumbled little by little from the edges; even the conceptual defenses lost their meaning in that light.
The ten Chaos Realm · Initial Stage experts didn't even have time to let out a complete roar.
Their bodies began to exhibit a bizarre "sandification reversal"—flesh, bones, and Dao fruit patterns were all disassembled, reversed, and recombined into the basic particle forms of the universe at its inception.
Then, it completely disappeared.
In the air, only faint nebula remnants, like the birth of stars, remained, slowly rotating before being quickly swallowed up by the cold winds of the Desolate Abyss.
Zhou Wanning was struck head-on by the aftershocks of the beam.
Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, the chaotic power within her collapsing wildly.
His chest was instantly stained with a glaring, icy blue bloodstain, and he crashed heavily into the depths of the icy plain.
As she struggled to sit up, her vision was filled with...
Only three Chaos Realm cultivators, equally severely injured and with disordered auras, remained, barely standing beside her.
The mutated Master Soul Dominion, stepping on the lingering shadows of the nebula, slowly walked towards them.
With each step, the heavens and earth seemed to weep softly.