On the Desolate Abyss Ice Field, the wind and snow lost their direction at this moment.
The mutated Master Soul Dominion stood atop a shattered nebula, its Stainless aura like a cold, indifferent sky, pressing down on the heavens and earth.
Zhou Wanning struggled to his feet, the chaotic power surging erratically within his body, yet a light that refused to be extinguished still burned deep within his blue eyes.
Just then, the Chaos Realm expert beside her, covered in blood and on the verge of collapse, spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse yet exceptionally firm—
"Wanning... you go first." "The three of us... will hold it off."
The moment the words fell, the other two Chaos Realm experts simultaneously looked up and exchanged a glance.
No more words were spoken. That one glance was all it took to say goodbye.
In the next instant, the auras of the three people changed simultaneously.
It's not a surge, but rather—disappearance.
The pressure, Daoist aura, and spiritual fluctuations of the Chaos Realm all vanished in an instant, as if the three of them had been completely erased from the world.
Then, a chilling scene unfolded—they began to actively burn their own Chaos Origin.
It's not an explosion, but a regression.
Their lives, cultivation, and spiritual attainment were gradually returned to the primordial state Heaven and Earth Undetermined.
The three moved slowly, eventually standing in an equilateral triangle formation on the ice field.
Palms facing each other. The world suddenly fell silent.
There was no roar, no light, and even the wind and snow seemed to freeze at that moment. All sound, all color, all energy flow was forcibly suppressed into absolute silence by an indescribable force.
On the foreheads of the three individuals, a chaotic mark without runes or luster appeared.
One of them, with a mark between his eyebrows that transformed into a slowly rotating transparent vortex—that was the Order Holder, symbolizing the beginning of chaos.
The second person had a bottomless black hole between his eyebrows—that was Form Breaker, symbolizing that all forms are illusory.
The third person had a perfectly round but not dazzling white sphere of light appear between his brows—that was the Origin Returner, symbolizing the Return to One the primordial unity.
Three Chaos Seals slowly approached.
The moment they touched each other, the world froze.
Time stopped flowing, space lost its scale, and even the concept of "existence" seemed to be paused.
The next moment.
Boom--
It wasn't an explosion, it was an impending event.
The three Chaos Seals completely merged, transforming into a single Primordial Mother Seal with a diameter of ten thousand feet.
The Mother Seal hovered above the three people's heads. Its surface was blank, without any patterns, yet it exuded a primal pressure that could instantly shatter the Dao heart of anyone below the Chaos Realm. It was not the oppression of power, but a denial from the "meta-narrative level" that you should not exist.
The mother seal began to slowly rotate.
Colorless, Formless, and transparent chaotic energy poured down from the Mother Seal, like the primordial sea overflowing the heavens and earth.
A chaotic sea of mist unfolded.
Mountains and rivers were erased from their forms, ice plains turned into blurry mist, the boundaries of space began to dissolve, and the runes of laws crumbled one by one. Here, there was no more yin and yang, no more time order, no more strength and weakness, no more life and death.
This is the Chaos Formless Domain.
The rules are reset to zero.
The mutated Master Soul Dominion finally stopped.
For the first time, it did not continue forward.
Amidst the churning sea of mist, the black hole power of the Form Breaker suddenly manifested, directly pulling the figure under the Master Soul Dominion downwards towards the Mother Seal. At the same time, strands of transparent primordial threads were forcibly extracted from its body—those were its core essence, the foundation of its existence.
The silk threads trembled in the air before being sent into the transparent vortex of the Order Holder.
Disassemble. Shred. Return to disorder.
The chaotic sea of mist churned violently, as if it were devouring an existence powerful enough to shake the realm.
However, at this very moment
The mutated Master Soul Dominion let out a low, muffled chuckle.
It finally got serious.
Its body trembled violently, and its Stainless aura fully erupted, instantly unleashing a defensive divine power constructed from incomplete logic, soul essence, and Stainless power. This defense was not a shield, but rather a series of overlapping "existence correction layers," forcibly stabilizing its position in the chaos.
The overwhelming pressure from the Primordial Mother Seal was largely blocked.
The original silk thread was forcibly severed, causing the fog sea to tremble violently.
Boom--!
A muffled roar, seemingly tearing apart the heavens and earth, echoed from the depths of the icy plains.
The chaotic sea of mist began to disintegrate, and the Primordial Mother Seal slowly contracted.
The figures of the three Chaos Realm experts reappeared.
Their auras were Ultimate weak, the chaotic mark between their brows was shattering inch by inch, and their bodies were covered with fine cracks, as if they would be scattered by the wind at any moment.
And that mutated Master Soul Dominion
A shocking crack appeared on his chest.
The Stainless body was truly torn apart.
Chaotic crimson light seeped from the cracks, dripping onto the icy plains, causing the space to collapse silently wherever it touched.
It was injured. For the first time.
Zhou Wanning stood at a distance, her long, icy blue hair flying wildly in the turbulent air currents, her blue eyes fixed on the crack, her chest heaving violently.
She knew that these three men had risked their lives to give her a real chance at survival. But the real end was far from over.
The sky over the Desolate Abyss Ice Field completely lost its color at that moment.
Zhou Wanning stood at the edge of the shattered chaotic sea of mist, her long blue-silver hair whipped about by the violent air currents, the ends of her hair burning like frost flames. Her eyes were completely red, not with tears, but with Limit anger exploding deep within her pupils.
The image of three Chaos Realm experts burning their life force to exchange for injuries still echoed in her mind.
The next instant—she moved.
There was no hesitation, no way back.
With a single step, the icy plain beneath her feet crumbled into countless floating fragments. Chaotic power surged forth from her body like a raging tide, and deep within her blue eyes, a void vortex spun rapidly.
The Void Disorder, unfolds once more.
This time, it won't be a slow, deliberate unfolding.
Instead, it was simply torn open.
Centered on Zhou Wanning, space seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand, twisting, collapsing, and folding layer by layer. The concepts of up and down disappeared, and front and back ceased to exist. Time was forcibly flattened into broken fragments, and the past and future overlapped and misaligned in the same instant.
The realm of chaos was formed with a roar.
Here, there are no rules, no order, no cause and effect.
Ice fields, storms, light and shadow—even the boundaries between "enemy" and "ally" begin to blur. Everything is dragged into a chaotic abyss, as if returning to the primordial moment before the world was defined.
Zhou Wanning stepped into the depths of the domain, his figure appearing and disappearing in the mist, his voice Ultimate cold:
"--Give me, chaos."
However—the mutated Master Soul Dominion did not retreat at this moment.
Within the unhealed crack on its chest, the Stainless energy surged, and fragmented logic and soul matter frantically recombined. Its head slowly rose, and its empty and distorted "gaze" pierced directly through the chaotic domain itself.
The next breath.
The whole world became a string.
Zhou Wanning's vision was suddenly and forcibly torn apart.
Mountains, ice plains, chaotic fog seas, and even herself—all transformed into countless intersecting strings of light. Each string of light trembled slightly, carrying a cause and effect that was "inevitable."
The inevitability of a heartbeat.
The connection between breathing and oxygen.
The anchoring of the soul and the body.
There is a possibility that it may continue to expand.
They were all completely exposed.
The "gaze" of the mutated Master Soul Dominion precisely locked onto several of the most core causal strings.
It raised its hand.
There was no build-up of momentum, no impressive display of force.
Only one
A translucent, golden, broken blade phantom.
The broken blade was not a physical object, but rather formed from "denied cause and effect," its edge gleaming with a cold golden light, like the scalpel of fate itself.
The Karmic String Severing Slash.
The blade fell.
There was no explosion, no impact.
All I heard was a "buzz."
A tremor, like the snapping of a string on an ancient zither, echoed softly between heaven and earth.
Zhou Wanning felt a sudden emptiness in her chest.
It wasn't that she was hit, but rather that several of her "inevitable" causal relationships were directly severed.
The continuity of the heartbeat was severed.
The inevitability of power circulation and spiritual feedback was severed.
The stable connection between the chaotic realm and its own will was severed.
In an instant, the Void Disorder became violently unbalanced.
The chaotic sea of fog collapsed violently, space folded in reverse, and fragments of time rolled back like a torrential downpour.
Zhou Wanning's figure was blasted away by an irresistible force.
A blue, blood-red light drew a shrill arc in the air, and her consciousness went blank almost instantly.
Just moments before she was about to plunge into the crumbling ice field—
A voice, tearing through the storm and filled with Ultimate rage, suddenly exploded. "Sister!!!"
The heavens and earth seemed to be awakened by this angry shout.
A figure tore through the air, chaotic power transforming into layers of protective domains around him, forcefully shattering the still-recovering aftershocks of cause and effect. He took a step in mid-air, his figure appearing instantly beneath Zhou Wanning, reaching out—
He caught her steadily. Zhou Yujin.
His chest heaved violently, his breathing sharp and disordered, his eyes fixed on Zhou Wanning, whose face was pale, in his arms, but he tried to keep his voice low:
"I am coming."
The next instant, he took out a pill with his other hand.
The elixir was a deep blue-green color, with ancient and warm patterns flowing across its surface. Even before it was ingested, it exuded a powerful vitality and a chaotic aura.
He barely hesitated before bringing the pill to her lips.
"Quickly, take it."
Zhou Wanning barely opened her eyes. Her blue eyes were still clear, but they carried the weakness of someone severely injured. She gently shook her head, her voice low but exceptionally clear:
"It's alright... brother."
Her gaze passed over Zhou Yujin's shoulder and looked towards the gradually stabilizing battle line in the distance.
"Have they all been taken to a safe area?"
Zhou Yujin paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically, her voice firm:
"Um."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the mutated Master Soul Dominion that still stood in the chaotic storm. For the first time, his eyes turned completely cold.
The wind at the edge of the ice field finally stopped. Not calmed down, but forcibly suppressed.
The shattered earth slowly solidified beneath my feet, the fractured space seemed to be pressed back into place by an invisible hand, and the chaotic aftershocks churned low between heaven and earth, but were no longer out of control. Grayish-white debris and fragments of logic floated in the air, like a snow curtain that had not yet fallen.
Zhou Wanning, Zhou Yujin, and more than a dozen Chaos Realm experts slowly formed a line.
Their auras were not uniform; some had tattered robes, some had not yet fully stabilized their souls, and some still had their origins humming softly. Yet, none of them retreated even a single step. The power of chaos merged beneath their feet, forming an unyielding boundary.
Opposite them, the mutated Master Soul Dominion stood silently.
Its form has completely stabilized, no longer a jumbled pile of incomplete outlines, but a near-complete entity.
On the surface of the body, where gray and dark gold intertwine, the broken logical patterns slowly writhe, as if self-repairing and self-evolving.
The space around it showed subtle but continuous signs of collapse; even light that approached was stretched and distorted, eventually disappearing silently.
It didn't move at all; it just stood there.
But that pressure was heavier than any offensive.
It's as if if it takes just one more step forward, the "right to exist" of this battlefield will be completely negated.
Zhou Wanning stood at the very front.
She had completely refined the restorative elixir, forcibly suppressing the chaotic energy in her chest, and stabilizing her damaged Fate Soul.
Her long, blue-silver hair regained its original luster. However, her face was still slightly pale, a lingering trace left from continuously touching high-level causality and Stainless power.
Her gaze was fixed firmly ahead, her voice calm, yet carrying a lingering sharpness:
"Its cultivation level... is definitely more than just the Chaos Realm · Supreme."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several Chaos Realm experts behind him simultaneously hardened.
Zhou Wanning continued, speaking slowly but clearly:
"I just fought it head-on for several rounds, and the methods it used are no longer limited to the operation of power at the chaotic level."
Instead, it directly touches upon the realm of Stainless, untouched by cause and effect, unconventional, and even capable of directly interfering with the fundamental structure of existence.
She tightened her grip slightly, a cold glint flashing deep in her blue eyes.
"If my judgment is correct... it has already taken a half-step into the Stainless Realm."
The air seemed to grow even heavier at that moment.
Zhou Yujin slowly stepped forward and stood beside Zhou Wanning. His aura was more restrained than before, yet more profound, like a heavy blade yet to be drawn.
His gaze swept over the people around him, his voice low and steady:
"Did you all hear that clearly?" "This is no longer an opponent that can be easily crushed by sheer combat power."
His gaze returned to the mutated Master Soul Dominion, his eyes growing colder.
"A direct confrontation will inevitably lead to defeat." "What we need to do now is not to waste our life force on a single, desperate attack—"
He paused, then said, word by word, "Instead, find its weaknesses."
"Only by creating a genuine weakness can we have a chance to severely damage them, or even drag them into complete disarray."
As Zhou Yujin finished speaking, more than a dozen Chaos Realm experts nodded silently in unison.
No one questioned it. No one backed down.