Zhou Wanning's heart sank suddenly.
She sensed something was wrong almost instinctively. It wasn't an increase in murderous intent, nor an accumulation of power, but a colder, emptier, and more thorough erasure of will.
She was about to turn around to completely shield the heavily injured Zhou Yujin within the formation, not even having time to reassemble the Chaos Origin.
The mutated Master Soul Dominion has already spoken.
Its voice wasn't loud, but the moment it opened, it made the "meaning" of the entire battlefield begin to crumble.
"Hmph, you still want to protect him?"
Its tone was flat and even, yet it sounded like it was reciting a pre-written ending, "Let's see how many tricks you can pull off."
The next moment, its lips slowly parted.
It was not a roar, nor a whisper, but a chant.
Dark golden forbidden runes emerged one by one from its lips, connected by extremely thin chains of light, like cold, indifferent chains of naming, silently wandering in the void.
The supernatural power "True Name Return to the Ruins Curse"
The first incantation was cast.
Bonds broken.
Suddenly, the sound of pages turning filled the air, extremely soft and rapid, like countless invisible hands simultaneously turning the pages of the same book.
Immediately following were low, questioning voices, carried on the wind, as if coming from beyond the battlefield, from a more distant place.
Was someone there just now?
"Something seems to be missing... no, I can't remember."
Zhou Yujin's figure was still standing there, but in the eyes of the surviving cultivators in the distance, his presence began to appear as a void in their perception.
It's not that the memories of him are vague, but rather that they have been automatically "rationalized," and the blank spaces have been quietly replaced by the absence of "it was always like this."
The ties of blood are breaking.
The cause and effect of fighting side by side is being stripped away.
The name that was once called out has silently crumbled in the hearts of others.
Zhou Wanning's heart jolted violently.
The second secret incantation followed.
Deconstruction of form.
Transparent cracks appeared in the space around Zhou Yujin, like a mirror being repeatedly wiped by an invisible hand.
His form began to distort, not because it was collapsing, but because it was being negated.
As others saw him, his silhouette gradually became transparent.
Someone tried to reach out, but only touched a cold mist.
He himself was still breathing, but he could no longer feel the touch of the wind.
My sense of taste disappeared. My sense of touch vanished. Even my heartbeat sounded like an echo from a very distant place.
The reverberation, like the cracking of porcelain, slowly spread through the void.
The third part of the secret incantation hadn't been fully recited yet, but Zhou Wanning already knew.
Once the last syllable is uttered, Zhou Yujin's true name will be completely erased from the cosmic cause and effect.
It's not death. It's that it never existed.
Her pupils suddenly contracted. At that moment, she neither roared nor cried out.
She simply opened her arms.
The remaining Chaos Origin within Zhou Wanning's body was ignited in an instant. It wasn't a release, but a sacrificial burning.
Her Fate Soul trembled, her consciousness crumbled, yet her movements remained terrifyingly steady.
She raised her hand, her five fingers piercing directly into the void in front of her.
Space was forcibly torn apart.
It wasn't a passage, but an extremely brief and brutal rift. With her last bit of strength, she forcefully anchored the rift behind Zhou Yujin.
"Walk--!"
Her voice was almost torn apart.
A violent suction force erupted from the rift, pulling Zhou Yujin's body violently. He finally realized what was happening, his eyes suddenly bloodshot, and he struggled to reach out his hand.
"Younger sister--!!!"
That furious shout tore the entire battlefield apart.
There was no fear in his voice, only the pain and resentment of being forcibly deprived. It was the last trace an older brother desperately tried to leave behind before being forgotten by the world.
The rift closed. Zhou Yujin's figure was completely swallowed up.
Zhou Wanning stood still, his body swaying slightly, but he did not fall.
She gazed in the direction where the crack disappeared, a very slight, faint smile slowly curving her lips.
"Brother... thank you."
Her heartfelt words echoed softly deep within her shattered Fate Soul.
"If it weren't for you, who traversed the Nameless Eternal Land to find that Nameless Root-Returning Grass for me, I would have long since Annihilation in illness."
You shielded me from all despair.
"It was at that moment that the dormant Wuji True Evolution Flow within me finally erupted, allowing me... to reach where I am today."
Her Chaos Realm · Extremity was never a gift from heaven.
Rather, it was a life saved. The very next moment after the rift disappeared.
The third secret incantation of the True Name Return to the Ruins Curse was finally completed.
In the absolute silence, a piercing yet incredibly clear sound rang out.
Like an eraser, it erases pencil marks.
The remaining Chaos Realm experts, one after another, transformed into "name afterimages" composed of countless points of light.
Those afterimages briefly pieced together broken strokes before collapsing completely, so that even "forgetting" itself was no longer needed.
The battlefield was empty. Only Zhou Wanning remained.
Her body finally gave way, and she knelt on one knee, her chaotic aura flickering like a candle in the wind. Her Fate Soul was riddled with cracks, and her consciousness was on the verge of collapse, yet she still did not fall.
The mutated Master Soul Dominion looked down at her, its voice still cold. Zhou Wanning slowly raised her head.
In those deep blue eyes, there was no fear, no regret. Only an unyielding light of determination.
At this moment, the battlefield was completely engulfed in a silent scene of destruction.
At the end of the Ashes of the Ashen Bone Underground Mausoleum, the heavens and earth seemed to be tightened by an invisible giant hand.
The ice field had long since shattered, and the exposed strata were covered with dark red and grayish-white bone-like textures, as if the entire land was a skeleton stripped of its flesh and blood.
The shattered mountains hovered in mid-air, torn at bizarre angles by distorted gravity. The fractured spatial fissures, like dark wounds, slowly writhed, healed, and tore open again in the void.
Hundreds of Logic Remnants Lord slowly approached from all directions.
They are no longer scattered individuals, but rather like a "mistaken tide".
Some bodies collapsed into irregular geometric blocks, while others resembled fragments of concepts forcibly pieced together, with runes broken and logic backfiring, and light and shadow constantly negating each other on them.
They don't tread on the ground when they walk; instead, they directly "cover" the space itself, and wherever they go, reality emits a subtle yet chilling sound of disintegration.
The sky hung low, like a dome about to fall.
The air is filled with cold, grayish-white mist particles—the "embers of cognition" left behind by an erased existence. Each breath causes a brief moment of dizziness and forgetfulness.
At the heart of it all, Zhou Wanning knelt on one knee on the shattered ground.
Her long, silvery-white hair was stained with blood and draped over her shoulders, a chaotic aura emanating from her body like shattered starlight. Her blue pupils were still bright, but they carried an undeniable weariness and cracks.
Her figure appeared so small, yet so tenacious, on this stage made up of destruction and mistakes.
At that moment, the mutated Master Soul Dominion slowly rose from the tide of the Logic Remnants Lord.
Its body is no longer completely fixed, resembling a "conceptual remnant" composed of multiple superimposed forms.
Dark gold and gray-white patterns flow across its surface, sometimes coalescing into runes, sometimes disintegrating into meaningless noise.
It didn't move through the air; instead, it made space itself "make way" for it, with reality sinking slightly with each forward movement.
It stopped in front of Zhou Wanning without raising its hand.
In the next instant, Zhou Wanning's body was lifted up by an invisible force and slowly lifted off the ground.
Gravel and ice shards fell silently beneath her feet, forcing her to hover in mid-air, facing a "face" with no defined features, yet one that instinctively evoked disgust and chill.
The voice of the Master Soul Dominion, resounded directly deep within her consciousness.
Low and calm, yet carrying a detached indifference that scrutinizes all things.
"You are someone I've met before..."
It paused slightly, as if searching for a word that had already been rejected.
"The only human being with such a powerful will."
It got a little closer.
A faint cracking sound came from the space.
"What a pity."
There was no anger or appreciation in that voice, only a matter-of-fact conclusion.
"In the end, your primordial divine power" "will be completely devoured by me."
Zhou Wanning's body trembled slightly in mid-air.
She forcibly stabilized her Fate Soul, a metallic taste rising in her throat. Instead of looking away, she stared intently at the other person, and with all her might, spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood mist exploded in the air, like a dark red flower that bloomed briefly.
Her voice was hoarse, yet exceptionally clear.
"Hmph..." "Sooner or later... someone will avenge us."
Her gaze remained cold, like the deepest icy sea in a winter night.
"You demonic beasts are nothing but remnant souls clinging to life in the Void Obliteration Domain."
Even if we win today, we can't escape the moment of reckoning.
She took a slow breath, her voice low but firm.
"I will be waiting for you on the road to the underworld."
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze.
The Master Soul Dominion, laughed. But it wasn't a human laugh.
Its "smile" is not a smile with the corners of the mouth turned up, but rather an extremely irregular misalignment of the entire face structure.
Runes fractured, logic overlapped, and the dark gold patterns seemed to be forcibly stretched, forming a distorted arc that was extremely unsettling. The surrounding space trembled slightly with this "smile," as if reality itself was mocking them.
"Oh..."
It was a cold laugh that echoed, like the simultaneous resonance of countless deleted conclusions.
"The Underworld?" "To me—that's just a concept that has long been rejected."
It slowly raised a hand. Dark silver light gathered at its fingertips.
At this moment, the Logic Remnants Lord of the entire battlefield also stopped, as if awaiting the final verdict.
The Master Soul Dominion slowly raised the arm formed by the superposition of flawed logic and Stainless order.
At that moment, all noise in the world vanished completely. Even the wind, the falling ice shards, and the tearing sounds of spatial rifts disappeared.
The moment it raised its hand, it was covered by a higher level of "negation".
It spoke. It wasn't a declaration, but rather a statement of a preordained conclusion.
The Ultimate Negation: The Myriad Order Counterproof
Based on the premise that "existence was once permitted," we prove the existence of the target by contradiction layer by layer.
This technique does not directly Annihilation the physical body, Fate Soul, or Dao fruit, but rather addresses the deeper logical roots.
Proving the existence of a target is itself a mistake.
Once the proof by contradiction is complete, the target will not "die".
Instead, it will be dismantled, erased, and forgotten inch by inch in the process of being completely negated.
Once activated, this divine power will inflict a triple, irreversible Ultimate tear on the target.
There is a backlash
The target's physical body begins to "reject its own existence." The flesh and blood do not burst apart, but rather, as if rejected by the world, they peel away and dissolve little by little from the inside. Every inch of disintegration is accompanied by an Ultimate clear perception. The pain cannot be numbed or shielded; it is only amplified infinitely.
Fate Soul's Counter-evidence
The target's Fate Soul will be forcibly pulled into a "branch that may Does Not Exist before," where it will repeatedly experience...
Would it make more sense if I had never been born?
Each denial tears apart a segment of the Fate Soul's structure, yet it is not allowed to completely dissipate, causing the target to suffer the torment of having their Fate Soul repeatedly destroyed while remaining conscious.
Consciousness veto
The self-perception of the goal is peeled away layer by layer:
First, deny "What are you fighting for?"
Then, deny "why you exist".
Ultimately, the question is whether you have ever thought about it.
This is a stage more painful than death.
Consciousness remains, yet one is forced to watch as the world gradually erases them from existence.
The moment when supernatural powers are truly unleashed
Behind the Master Soul Dominion, a "Counterproof Dharma Ring" slowly unfolded, composed of countless Cause Splitting and effects, failed conclusions, and negated logic. The ring did not emit light when it rotated, but instead caused all the colors around it to fade rapidly, leaving only a cold gray-white.
The space around Zhou Wanning's body seemed to be crumpled by an invisible hand.
Her shadow began to shatter before her body.
A series of translucent "denial cracks" reflected back onto her body along with the shadow.
Fine, dark silver markings appeared on her skin; they weren't runes.
Rather, it is the trace of the world's "non-recognition" ruling against her.
With each crack that appeared, an extremely subtle yet clearly audible sound echoed across the battlefield.
It sounded like pages being torn from a book and thrown into nothingness.
This is a more cruel way of annihilation than any other form of Annihilation.
It's not an instantaneous end.
Instead, it allows the target to be erased bit by bit by the world while the world is fully conscious.
Zhou Wanning's body tensed up suddenly.
Her vision began to fade, and everything around her was receding into the distance.
The pain does not originate from any one place, but spreads from existence itself.
Bones, flesh, Fate Soul, and consciousness—all were emitting indescribable cries of anguish.
She tried to raise her hand.
However, it was discovered that the act of "raising one's hand"
Being gradually identified as
This is not true.
The voice of the Master Soul Dominion, echoed once more deep within her consciousness, cold and resolute:
"It's over." The Counterproof Dharma Ring suddenly contracted.
That force of denial, powerful enough to completely shatter any supreme expert in the Chaos Realm.
It has already descended upon the core of Zhou Wanning's existence.
But at this very moment...
Just as that force was about to completely tear her body, Fate Soul, and consciousness apart...
Suddenly, deep within Zhou Wanning's Fate Soul,
An aura completely foreign to this battlefield trembled slightly in the void.