Inside the Chaos Main Hall, Qin Yu didn't hesitate for a moment. "Hall Master," he said, "Leave Liangyan's matter to me."
"As for my two friends, I'll go and tell them right away." His tone was calm, but there was no room for negotiation.
Yun Yanwan looked at him and slowly nodded. "Don't worry. They, brother and sister, will not suffer any grievances in my Chaos First Palace."
His gaze was deep. "Qin Yu, you must be careful on this journey."
"Now, the Remnants Lord and the legion Thought Severance Devouring Emperor by the Master Soul Dominion Emperor have indeed been Annihilation one by one by you."
"But its existence cannot possibly be without a deeper, more elaborate plan." "The real game may have only just begun."
Qin Yu's eyes were cold. "This junior understands." "Farewell." The next moment...
His figure transformed into an extremely thin spatial crack within the Chaos Main Hall and vanished.
Chaos First Palace, Eastern Pole Star Court. That is a palace specially set up for distinguished guests.
From a distance, the entire palace complex appears to float above a sea of stars.
The palaces are layered upon each other, and the palace walls are cast from Chaos Sacred Gold and Void-Annihilating Light Stone, with faint Primordial Dao patterns flowing on the surface.
Every line of the pattern breathes. Every pulse draws the surrounding Limitless Evolving True Flow to flow slowly like a galaxy.
The roof soars into the clouds, and the dome resembles an inverted universe.
Billions of stars slowly rotated, resembling real stars. Beneath the palace, a spiritual spring flowed into a river.
The river water is not water, but a liquefied, Limitless Evolving True Flow.
Every ripple of light carried the aura of a very high level of cultivation, permeating the entire area.
The atmosphere was more than ten times denser than outside. Qin Yu slowly landed in front of the hall. The hall doors opened automatically.
Zhou Yujin and Zhou Wanning came out to greet them almost simultaneously. "Brother Qin!" "Young Master Qin!"
Zhou Yujin was beaming with excitement. "Brother Qin, it's all thanks to you!" "Look at the accommodations the Palace Master arranged for us!"
"This is outrageous!" He turned and pointed behind him. "Such a luxurious palace, I could never even dream of it in my entire life."
That was the truth. Even in the Void Obliteration Domain, he had never seen a palace of such scale.
Zhou Wanning didn't smile. Her gaze was meticulous as she observed the extremely subtle change in Qin Yu's aura in that instant.
She spoke softly, "Young Master Qin, is there something you want to tell us?"
Qin Yu was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yes." "There's another important matter I must accomplish upon my return."
Zhou Yujin's smile gradually faded. "Brother Qin, was it very dangerous?"
Qin Yu did not answer directly. "You are now Chaos First Palace. Next, I have things to do."
He turned his gaze to the two of them. "You can certainly use the Limitless Evolving True Flow here to cultivate."
"The energy level here is high enough to significantly boost your cultivation in a short period of time."
As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and two tokens slowly appeared. The tokens were a chaotic cyan-gold color.
The edges are wrapped with fine star patterns. The front is engraved with the two characters "Hun Yuan". The characters are not ordinary engravings, but are composed of flowing Dao patterns.
Each stroke seems to breathe slowly. On the back is a three-dimensional star wheel imprint. When the star wheel rotates, it releases extremely subtle spatial fluctuations.
That was a symbol of identity and authority. The moment the token appeared, the entire Star Court resonated slightly. Zhou Wanning and Zhou Yujin accepted the token.
I instantly sensed the fluctuations in permissions involved.
Qin Yu calmly said, "These are tokens specially bestowed upon you by the Palace Master. They are valid only for a few restricted areas within the Chaos First Palace."
"The rest of the area can be freely entered and exited at any time." Zhou Yujin was stunned for a moment.
He then solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Qin... I will remember this kindness."
Zhou Wanning. "Young Master Qin, rest assured. My brother and I will not let you down."
Qin Yu nodded. "Alright." "Then you can cultivate here in peace. I will return. I hope you have already reached a new level."
A brief silence fell. Zhou Wanning suddenly asked softly, "Young Master Qin... you will return safely, won't you?"
Qin Yu smiled slightly. "Okay, you two wait for me." The next moment, space silently cracked open behind him.
A very thin void rift stretched out like a silver thread. Qin Yu stepped into it.
The figure slowly merged into the depths of space. The void closed.
The Star Court returned to tranquility. Zhou Yujin gripped the token tightly. "Sister," she said, "We must also intensify our cultivation. With your talent, you are fully capable of reaching the Severed Thought Realm."
Zhou Wanning nodded slightly. "Mm." In the distance, deep within the Void Obliteration Domain, a very fine ripple suddenly appeared in space, as if some unknown force was watching from the shadows.
The First Divine Hall of the Void Obliteration Domain: The Silent Nothingness Divine Hall. It is a sacred realm that seems to have grown out of nothingness.
It has no magnificent city walls, no resplendent palace complexes. Its existence is more like the essence of "Tao".
From afar, the entire temple complex floated above a silent, gray-white sky. There was no wind in the air.
Yet countless transparent Dao patterns flowed within them, like the aurora borealis, or like the fragmented and reconstructed veins of laws.
The main hall of the temple was not made of bricks and stones, but was formed by a single piece of "Silent Void · Dao of Chaos" solidifying on its own.
The wall is like a fusion of mist and light, translucent, with extremely fine yin-yang cracks appearing on its surface.
A faint silver light flowed through the cracks, like a long river compressed into the wall.
Outside the main hall is a pure white stone courtyard, without any carvings.
Yet, under the sunlight, it refracts seven different layers of ethereal luster.
Every inch of the ground faintly reveals the complete trajectory of the evolution of heaven and earth.
That wasn't an array; it was a true "foundation of the Dao." In the center of the stone courtyard.
A stone bench stands quietly. It is not man-made, but rather a natural formation that has solidified over thousands of years of evolution along the entire avenue.
The stool is entirely pale gray, yet countless tiny universes are slowly rotating inside.
Each flicker of light and shadow represents the self-generation and eventual return to stillness of a complete set of rules.
It was a true "Dao artifact." Jin Hanyan sat upright on it. She was not wearing her battle robes today.
A long, pale white robe draped down, its hem lightly brushing against the stone surface.
Her hair cascaded down to her waist like an ink-black waterfall. Her features were cool and aloof, and her temperament was like the snow in the mountains.
But at this moment, a very slight tenderness appeared. She slightly raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the air.
A thin, almost invisible silver thread extended from her fingertip.
That was cause and effect. The cause and effect between her and Qin Yu. That line was not a physical entity.
Yet it was clearly visible, like a thin galaxy flowing slowly in her palm. She closed her eyes, her mind sinking into the river of cause and effect.
In an instant, countless fluctuations of Fate Soul flickered in her sea of consciousness, and the auras of billions of cultivators in the Void Obliteration Domain surged like a starry sea.
She pinpointed that familiar soul frequency. Qin Yu. She found him. That Fate Soul was bright and stable.
Resilient. Showing no signs of collapse. Even more profound than before. She breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
However—when she tried to continue locking onto the spatial location, the causal threads suddenly showed gaps, as if abruptly ended.
It was as if I had entered a deliberately folded space. My location was unpredictable, sometimes near, sometimes far. I was in the middle layer of the Void Obliteration Domain for a moment.
The next moment felt like crossing a boundary. The instant after that, it was like diving into the depths of the void.
She frowned slightly. "Spatial concealment?" "No." "It's more like active displacement."
She didn't forcefully trace the cause and effect. She simply quietly withdrew the thread of cause and effect, her fingertips gently falling, and the stone courtyard returned to silence.
She slowly opened her eyes. The distant sky was a pale white. The temple scenery was so tranquil it was almost ethereal.
Her gaze softened, and her lips moved slightly.
He murmured softly, "I wonder where you went with the God Clan? Have you returned to the Void Obliteration Domain?"
The wind still didn't blow. But the ends of her long hair trembled slightly without a sound.
The Lightless Blood Abyss. The far west of the Void Obliteration Domain. Heaven and earth seem to have been torn apart by some force.
Qin Yu in the void. Beneath his feet was not an abyss, but a Sea of Form that seemed to be suspended upside down in the universe.
The entire area was devoid of "light." Not darkness, but rather, the light had been swallowed up.
The starlight that should have illuminated the heavens and earth in the distance faded rapidly as it approached the edge of the Blood Abyss, as if being devoured by an invisible maw.
Golden light, white light, Dao radiance, divine light... all luster dims and stagnates here, eventually turning into a wisp of scarlet mist, which is absorbed by the Blood Abyss.
The water churned slowly at the bottom of the abyss. It wasn't water. It was blood. Thick, heavy, and so deep it was almost black.
Amidst the churning waves of blood, countless enormous wreckages could be vaguely seen: severed wings of Gods and Devils, and massive severed heads.
There were petrified arms that still exuded an oppressive aura. They lay buried deep within the Blood Abyss, like the remains of an ancient war.
Whenever the waves of blood surge, the remains will briefly appear in the crimson light.
Then it was swallowed up again. The sky was cloudless, with only a slowly rotating dark red vortex.
The center of the vortex seemed to lead to a deeper level of void. Occasionally, a tiny flash of lightning would streak across it.
But it was swallowed up the moment it fell into the blood abyss, without even being able to make a sound.
The entire area was silent, without wind or sound; even the passage of time seemed to be stretched out.
Qin Yu's robes fluttered gently, not because of the wind, but because of the "suction" emanating from the Blood Abyss.
It was a kind of suction targeting the "essence of existence," as if trying to pull all tangible things downwards, crushing and assimilating them.
He slowly raised his hand, a faint sword intent appearing at his fingertips. The sword intent traced a subtle path in the air.
However, just as the trajectory took shape, tiny blood-red cracks began to appear in the surrounding space. It was as if even the existence of "sword intent" was not allowed here.
Qin Yu's eyes turned slightly cold. "The blood of ancient Gods and Devils." "And not just one or two."
He slowly closed his eyes. His Fate Soul trembled slightly. An extremely subtle soul frequency appeared faintly in the depths of the Blood Abyss.
Faint, unstable, yet undeniably present. Ling Liangyan's Fate Soul aura was extremely faint.
As if suppressed in the deepest part of the Blood Abyss, or as if deliberately hidden by some force, Qin Yu opened his eyes.
His gaze was calm and cold. He did not descend rashly, but slowly raised his hand. In his palm, a faint trace of the aura of the Silent Origin energy quietly condensed.
The dark red vortex above the Blood Abyss suddenly paused slightly, as if it had sensed some kind of threat.
The next instant, the entire sea of blood began to churn. Blood waves rose hundreds of feet high, and countless sunken skeletons of Gods and Devils appeared in the waves.
A massive, fragmented hand of a god or Gods and Devils emerged from the blood, its fingers slowly opening, as if to seize Qin Yu and drag him into the depths of the Blood Abyss.
The air began to distort. Space collapsed layer by layer. Blood mist filled the air. The entire Lightless Blood Abyss seemed to come alive.
Qin Yu remained suspended in place, his robes fluttering, his eyes calm. "It seems," he said, "Liangyan isn't simply trapped." "There's something here..."
The blood waves surged once more. This time, an even larger shadow emerged from the depths of the Blood Abyss. It was not a wreckage, but a complete entity.