Ten thousand sects gathered in the Annihilation Void

The sky Void Obliteration Domain shattered in an instant, without any warning.

It wasn't torn apart, but rather like a whole piece of sky that was forcibly twisted, folded, and then stretched in the opposite direction.

The first thing to appear was an extremely thin black line that pierced through billions of miles of void. Then, the black line suddenly spread out, and the space itself emitted a silent yet soul-shaking "tearing sensation," as if the skeleton of the entire world had been forcibly pried open.

The light was torn to shreds, the clouds were compressed into flat sheets, and then sucked into the depths of the rift in the next instant, without even a chance to be born.

Immediately afterwards, the entrance to the Abyss of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss descended. But this time, the entrance to the Abyss was completely different.

That was no ordinary boundary gate, but a massive ring-shaped abyss suspended in the very center of the world. Its size was so enormous that it created the illusion that it was not hanging above the Void Obliteration Domain, but rather that the entire Void Obliteration Domain was being pulled and dragged by it in the opposite direction.

The boundary was surrounded by a thick, ancient black wall, densely engraved with ancient runes that were difficult to decipher. These runes were unstable, with crimson gold, dark red, and dark purple colors burning alternately within them. Each flash caused a violent tremor in the surrounding space.

Beyond the ring wall, dozens of dark "chains of logic" hanging down from the edge of the boundary, like living creatures. They are not substantial, but rather formed from Shatter Cause and effect and abandoned narrative components. As they sway slowly, the void they touch collapses directly into meaningless ashes.

Shattered mountains, fractured spatial layers, and fragments of starlight that have not yet dissipated are all dragged into the abyss by these chains of logic, and even the process of "disappearance" is brutally denied.

The center of the boundary

It is the core of a slowly rotating abyss.

It was pure black, but not without light. Inside the vortex Annihilation Structure flames, interwoven with dark purple and deep red, surged, like a star core collapsing in reverse, sinking inward layer by layer, endlessly.

With each rotation, a low, distorted resonance spreads out; it is not sound, but a vibration at the level of logic, like countless deleted worlds, giving their final echo at the same moment.

The entire sky of the Void Obliteration Domain sank several feet the instant this boundary appeared.

The earth roared, mountains twisted, rivers flowed upstream, and the Fate Soul of countless cultivators instinctively contracted within their bodies, as if they had encountered an irresistible natural enemy.

The distant sea of clouds was compressed into a distorted membrane of light, and in the next instant it was torn into fragments, turning into countless tiny specks of light that fell like snowflakes, only to be completely absorbed by the abyss before they hit the ground.

At the edge of the boundary, the runes suddenly lit up all at once.

The ancient, crimson-gold characters burned like flames, the dark red symbols seemed to ooze blood, and the purplish-purple patterns seemed to come alive, slowly meandering across the walls.

Together they form a massive, self-rewriting logical array. The moment the array operates, the causal flow of the entire Void Obliteration Domain is forcibly "corrected," and an irreversible main narrative axis seems to appear between heaven and earth.

At that moment, everything clearly realized that this was not reconnaissance. Not a test. This was a declaration.

Causal Soul Logic Realm has officially begun a full-scale intervention in the Void Obliteration Domain.

Deep within the abyss, an even larger shadow is slowly taking shape. Before it has even revealed its true form, it has already caused the void to continue to crack.

It was a sense of oppression that could suffocate even beings of an epoch, as if some "will" that transcended the existing order was looking down upon the entire Void Obliteration Domain through this boundary.

Above the Void Obliteration Domain, the moment the entrance to the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was completely stabilized, it seemed as if it had been nailed shut by an invisible hand.

The swirling, ring-shaped abyss ceased its expansion and suddenly fell silent. All the turbulent spatial currents and flashing runes returned to their places in an instant, transforming into a chilling sense of "order."

It is this order that makes people more clearly aware that Jiekou has completed all the preparations for its arrival.

The next instant, the center of the abyss suddenly lit up.

It was not light, but a soul fluctuation of Ultimate high density, like billions of invisible threads being taut at the same moment.

The runes on the inner wall of the boundary simultaneously shone to their Limit, with crimson gold, dark red, and ghostly purple overlapping to create a dazzling, chaotic glow. Then...

The first batch of the Causal Soul Logic Realm Legion crossed over into another realm.

They did not stand in neat rows, but rather emerged in an almost "pour-like" manner. Within the boundary, countless figures fell like a torrent, their sheer number so immense that it was difficult to measure them in terms of "tens of thousands" or "hundreds of thousands." It was a black tide that covered the sky.

The first to appear were the Logic Remnants Lord of the Silent Mystery Realm, each with a different form, yet all bearing the same origin of the soul crack. The moment they stepped out of the boundary, the void beneath their feet solidified directly into a gray-white platform, as if the space of the Void Obliteration Domain had been forcibly "borrowed" to accommodate their existence.

Following closely behind were vast stretches of the Chaos Realm Main Soul Sequence Bodies, each clad in an incomplete Soul Shell. Their auras were like mountains stacked upon each other, and the sheer pressure of their arrival caused the mountains in several areas below to collapse simultaneously.

Further back, the colossal, sun-obscuring structures of the Stainless Realm's Master Soul Dominion could be vaguely seen. Their outlines had not yet fully emerged from the abyss, yet they already caused the laws of heaven and earth to hum under their strain. At this moment, the entire Void Obliteration Domain seemed to be forcibly covered by a layer of outer domain sky curtain.

This is not a surprise attack. This is a legion-level invasion.

Meanwhile, in a dreamlike and illusory place within the Void Obliteration Domain.

There are no traces of war here. The lake lies peacefully among the mountains, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starlight and drifting clouds. Tiny shimmering lotuses float on the lake's center, each gentle turn creating a soft ripple. A faint ethereal glow permeates the air, and even time seems to slow down here.

Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan sat side by side on the rocks by the lake. The world was peaceful, as if all calamities were kept far away.

However, just as the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss was completely stabilized, the lake surface suddenly trembled.

The once smooth, mirror-like surface of the water suddenly rippled with countless fine lines, the starlight reflection was torn into fragments, and the distant sky instantly dimmed, as if a colossal object had covered the entire firmament. That oppressive feeling pierced through space, and even across an endless distance, it still made the Fate Soul instinctively tense up.

Jin Hanyan raised her head, her gaze passing over the mountains to the enormous shadow slowly taking shape on the horizon. Her voice was low and calm, yet tinged with a hint of gravity. "Yu, it seems that the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor has played its last trump card."

Qin Yu also stood up, his robes fluttering slightly in the still air. His gaze, like a cold star, was fixed on the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss in the sky, which occupied almost half of his field of vision. His voice was low and restrained. "When we were escorting Senior Qing Yunzheng back to the Fallen Star Sword Sect in the south of the Void Obliteration Domain, we also killed quite a few Logic Remnants Lord along the way."

Throughout the Void Obliteration Domain, a large number of remnants have not actually been completely Annihilation.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the details of those battles. "But why did this final Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss appear today of all times? And with such a massive scale, almost an all-out attack?"

Jin Hanyan paused for a moment, the lake's reflection shimmering in her eyes, then softly said, "Yu, do you remember what Senior Qing Yunzheng said before we returned to the lake? He said..."

This was also the first time he had ever seen these Logic Remnants Lords. Moreover, through the remnants of their Fate Soul, he sensed that they were not acting solely for the purpose of killing.

She turned to look at Qin Yu, her tone increasingly certain. "They... seem to be searching for something."

The moment those words were spoken, Qin Yu felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Images of the Logic Remnants Lord he had personally Annihilation, the Master Soul Dominion, and the eight-headed Devil Beast reappeared one by one.

Indeed, their movement patterns, locations, and even the ways in which they are willing to sacrifice themselves all seem to revolve around some unknown goal.

The killing itself is more like a means of clearing away obstacles.

He didn't delve any further, but the chill in his eyes grew even clearer.

"Let's go, Yan'er." Qin Yu withdrew his gaze, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable determination.

"Regardless of what the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor is searching for, and regardless of why this trump card has been revealed today."

He took a step forward, and the spirits of heaven and earth seemed to stir accordingly. "Let's go out and investigate."

At this moment, the Void Obliteration Domain completely silent.

Countless sects, God Clan, and Liu Yuan Practitioners in the cracks between heaven and earth all looked up at the sky at the same time.

It wasn't just a celestial anomaly in one place; rather, the entire sky was covered—the densely packed Causal Soul Logic Realm Legion were like an endless black curtain, layer upon layer, obscuring the stars and crushing the sea of clouds.

Some people's magical artifacts trembled slightly, some people's Fate Soul instinctively contracted, and some veteran cultivators even subconsciously took a step back.

"... What quantity is that?"

"These... Logic Remnants Lord at the realm level, have emerged in full force?"

"The Void Obliteration Domain... is truly about to face a great calamity."

The discussions were not loud, but like a low tide, they spread through every mountain gate, every sacred realm, and every wasteland.

Fear, solemnity, anger, and determination intertwined in countless gazes, yet not a single person looked away.

Because everyone knows that this time, it's not a matter of retreating, but a final battle for survival.

Chaos First Palace.

Above the main hall, the sea of clouds surged but dared not approach even slightly, as if forcibly suppressed by an invisible will.

Above the palace, dozens of figures stood side by side, their auras stacked like mountains, steadily suppressing the Fate Soul of the entire palace domain.

At the forefront, Yun Qiusheng stood silently in the void.

He didn't deliberately release his aura, yet the surrounding space remained almost Ultimate stable, as if the world wouldn't collapse as long as he was there.

His gaze pierced through the clouds and landed on the Causal Soul Logic Realm Legion, deep and calm.

Beside him stood a dozen elders, all pillars of the Chaos First Palace, their Fate Soul illuminating the void like stars.

Palace Master Yun Yanwan stood at the forefront, gazing at the suffocating sight in the sky, and slowly exhaled. "Ancestor... it seems this time, it is truly a calamity for the Void Obliteration Domain."

Vice Hall Master Yun Yanxi stood on the other side, her eyes cold. "I always knew that the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor would launch a full-scale attack sooner or later, but I never expected it to happen today, in this way."

The air fell silent for a brief moment.

Then, Ling Liangyan stepped forward with a cold and stern expression, her eyes filled with undisguised sharpness. "Ancestor, your Fate Soul injury has only just fully recovered. Let us deal with these Logic Remnants Lords in this battle."

Her voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in front of the hall.

Yun Qiusheng did not respond immediately.

He gazed silently at the legion, which resembled a black tide, as if listening to the low murmurs emanating from the depths of the Void Obliteration Domain.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice steady, yet carrying a weight that had been refined over countless eras:

"It's been countless epochs." "The Void Obliteration Domain has never seen anything like this before."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the Hall Master, the Deputy Hall Master, and all the elders, catching every single one of their eyes.

"Don't worry," Yun Qiusheng said calmly, "My injuries have fully healed."

The next instant, his aura was no longer concealed.

A vast and steady chaotic pressure slowly spread out, like the earth awakening, or like the starry sky returning to its place.

The Fate Soul Array beneath the main hall of the Chaos First Palace simultaneously lit up, with layers of Daoist light patterns flowing along the palace's veins, responding to his will.

"The lifeline of the Chaos First Palace," Yun Qiusheng said in a deep and firm voice, "I, along with all of you, will protect it."

At the same time.

Other major forces in the Void Obliteration Domain have also made preparations to fight.

The God Clan warships burst forth from the divine realm, their divine flames igniting the heavens; the ancient sects' protective formations activated with a deafening roar.

One after another, powerful figures who had been dormant for many years broke through their barriers; the Liu Yuan Practitioners emerged from the rift, clad in shattered yet sharp Fate Soul shells, standing at the forefront of the battle line.

Signals lit up throughout the Void Obliteration Domain. They were not commands, but a consensus.

The war drums did not sound, but they resounded simultaneously in everyone's hearts.

Causal Soul Logic Realm Legion continues to descend, the black tide surges, oppressing heaven and earth; while beneath the sky of the Void Obliteration Domain, cultivators of all races, sects, and lineages are gathering in their own ways.

Sword cries, magic arrays, divine flames, and chaotic energy—all these forces intertwined at this moment.