Above the Lightless Blood Abyss, waves of blood surge and dark red vortexes slowly rotate.
Qin Yu originally planned to directly enter the depths of the Blood Abyss. Just as his Fate Soul was gathering and he was preparing to descend...
A faint yet piercing resonance suddenly emanated from the depths of his consciousness. It did not originate from the Blood Abyss.
Instead, it came from the other end of the Void Obliteration Domain, outside the Soul Reflection Core City. Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. A very familiar array pattern fluctuation reverberated deep within his Fate Soul.
That was the suppression formation he had personally set up. It was used to suppress the remnants of the altar formation in the Soul Reflection Core City and to lock the passage Remnants Lord and the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss.
At this moment, the logical structure of that array is showing an extremely subtle yet dangerously resonant collapse.
"... Not good." Qin Yu's voice was low. "The formation is being tested." The air above Blood Abyss seemed to freeze for a moment.
His gaze turned icy. "If the altar is destroyed," "the remaining logic of the Remnants Lord, the Causal Soul Logic Realm Abyss, and the Master Soul Dominion will use the altar as an anchor to endlessly regress."
"At that time, the entire Void Obliteration Domain will no longer have an 'end'." He did not hesitate.
At this moment, he did not choose to continue venturing deeper into the Blood Abyss. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, and his Fate Soul sank into his sea of consciousness.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the Void Divine Tree stood silently, and the shadow of Qin Yu's Fate Soul stood before it.
He did not awaken Azure Ring. Instead, he raised his hand, and an extremely subtle pattern of Silent Origin light appeared in his palm.
The light patterns didn't spread outwards, but rather extended "further." This extension wasn't of distance, but of "boundary affiliation." He whispered, "Yingling —return."
The next instant, a line of light that transcended the concept of space suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness.
That line is not light, not energy, but a unique link between the entity and its reflection.
That was the natal Yingling contract Qin Yu forged after creating the Annihilation Abyss Epoch when he stepped into the outer edge of the Source of Epochless. Yingling is neither a clone nor a projection.
Instead, it's another "complete Qin Yu".
Meanwhile, billions of miles away, in the Annihilation Abyss Epoch, lies a vast realm independent of the logic of the Source of Epochless.
The main hall hangs high in the center of the starry sea. Inside the hall, Yingling sits on the throne, her face identical to Qin Yu's.
The same aura of Silent Origin. The same soul frequency of the boundary structure. Only, behind him, there was no Azure Ring. At this very moment.
The dome of the main hall suddenly trembled slightly. An extremely pure primal resonance exploded in his sea of consciousness.
Yingling suddenly opened her eyes. In that instant, all the stars in the entire Annihilation Abyss Epoch starry sky lit up at the same time.
As if awakened by a shared will, he stood up. The guards beside him were about to speak.
Yingling calmly said, "Everyone," he glanced slightly to the side, "I need to go out for a bit. I'll be back soon. Maintain order in the Epoch Realm."
As the words fell, the space in the center of the main hall suddenly distorted. It didn't crack, but rather "folded." Yingling stepped inside.
The person vanished in the center of the starry sea. Above the Lightless Blood Abyss, space suddenly collapsed inward.
It was as if a mirror had been pressed down from the other end. Then, a figure exactly like Qin Yu stepped out from the center of the collapse.
The blood waves parted automatically around it. The dark red vortex paused briefly. It was as if even Blood Abyss couldn't determine whether this suddenly appearing entity belonged to this realm.
Yingling landed beside Qin Yu. The two stood side by side, their auras overlapping.
Their Fate Soul resonated with each other, and their realms aligned. If the Azure Ring hadn't been absent, it would have been almost impossible to distinguish between the original and its reflection.
Yingling immediately turned to look at Qin Yu, her eyes unusually filled with urgency.
"What's wrong?" the voice was deep. "Since I took charge of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch, you've never summoned me so forcefully."
"What happened?" The blood abyss churned. The dark red sky was oppressive. The two Qin Yu stood side by side beneath the blood-red firmament.
The main body slowly spoke. "The killing array I set up at the altar in Soul Reflection Core City has shown signs of disturbance. And now I must continue to delve deeper into this Lightless Blood Abyss to find Liangyan."
Yingling's gaze instantly turned cold. The invisible pressure in the air suddenly intensified.
Two identical Fate Soul resonated at the same frequency above the Blood Abyss. The Blood Sea began to experience unstable oscillations.
"So—" Yingling said calmly, "You want me to go back and investigate the situation in order to stabilize the core of the formation."
Qin Yu nodded slightly. "I'll handle the Blood Abyss myself. The altar must not be compromised."
Blood surged. The two stared at each other for a moment. No words were needed. The next moment, the Silent Origin flowed in Yingling's palm.
His figure once again folded into the depths of space. The crimson sky resumed its rotation. Qin Yu stood alone above the Lightless Blood Abyss.
His gaze grew colder. "Liangyan." "Wait for me."
Soul Reflection Core City slowly awakens beneath the blood-red sky.
Yingling stood in mid-air, her long robes fluttering without wind, her gaze as cold as stars falling upon the enormous Soul Reflection Altar in the center of the city.
The altar was entirely black, resembling an ancient heart hanging upside down. The Silent Origin Array patterns on the surface of the altar, which were originally as stable as a mountain, were now trembling with extremely subtle vibrations.
Those array patterns were not simple symbols, but the Ultimate suppression patterns that Qin Yu carved by fusing cause and effect and the logic of world construction, using his own soul frequency as a guide.
Now, cracks are beginning to appear at the edges of the array patterns, as if some invisible force is trying to erase the fact that the array has been established.
Around the altar, the remains of the long- Annihilation Remnants Lord are slowly piecing themselves together.
The bones returned to their original positions on their own. The flesh and blood were stitched together as if by invisible threads. A grayish-white soul fire ignited deep within the empty eye sockets.
Lacking Spiritual Sense and self, yet filled with the purest killing intent, one empty shell after another slowly rose to their feet.
The footsteps were heavy. The entire Soul Reflection Core City seemed to awaken anew from death.
Yingling's gaze was icy. "What's resurrected isn't life. It's fighting instinct."
His figure flashed, transforming into a streak of Silent Origin light, and he landed directly on the outer edge of the array.
Ten miles away, the array field set up by Qin Yu resembled an inverted starry sky.
Billions of runes flowed and intertwined, forming the ultimate suppression that sealed the altar's backtracking.
Outside the array, three figures stood in the void; they did not resemble normal living beings.
The first person was tall and slender, with skin covered in dark gold cracks. Flowing within these cracks were not blood, but countless symbols. These symbols were constantly arranging, rearranging, and calculating.
He raised his hand. Countless golden symbols transformed into a giant wheel. As the wheel spun, the arrangement of the array patterns began to be deciphered.
The second person's head was shrouded in black mist, faceless and eyeless. A gray core floated in the center of his chest cavity.
The core rotates. Rings of gray light spread out. When the rings touch the edge of the array, the array patterns are briefly distorted, as if the conditions for "cause and effect" have been gently stripped away.
The third person was semi-transparent, like a shadow. With each breath, subtle shifts appeared in the space. He pressed his palms into the void.
Tiny cracks began to appear on the outer edge of the array. It wasn't a direct assault, but rather a "cancellation." The altar's rotation speed suddenly increased.
The Remnants Lord aura of the empty shell gradually stabilized. The blood-red sky hung low.
Yingling landed slowly. The three of them turned their heads at the same time, their gazes icy.
Yingling's soul frequency was identical to Qin Yu's physical body. The Power of World Construction quietly spread out, and the entire world froze for a moment.
The giant golden symbol wheel paused slightly. The gray halo fluctuated sluggishly. The spatial misalignment underwent reverse repair.
Yingling spoke calmly, "To cancel the formation breaking under certain conditions." "Indeed brilliant."
The three strange beings did not respond. The first one raised his hand and cast the talisman again. The second one's core suddenly lit up. The third one's spatial compression intensified.
The array's vibrations intensified. Yingling raised her hand, and the light of the Silent Origin in her palm exploded like stars.
An invisible ripple spread out instantly. Wherever the ripple passed, the array patterns returned to their original positions.
The causal rift was forcibly filled. For the first time, the three showed a very slight hesitation. Yingling's eyes remained calm.
"Since you're here," then stay. The altar suddenly erupted with even stronger soul fire, and a crack that stretched for thousands of miles appeared in the blood-red sky.
Three bizarre beings stood side by side, their forms neither human nor Demon Race, their bodies a mixture of dark gold and bone white. Twisted rings of Fate Soul emanated from their backs, engraved with ancient cracks and Dao principles. They formed a triangular formation, suppressing the flow of the battle, their fingertips drawing out strands of dark "causal threads."
As it probed deeper into the array patterns, as if peeling away the roots of the array's core, the entire sealing array emitted a deep hum, like an ancient bell being pried open. The sound of the bell was invisible, yet it caused the blood mist in Soul Reflection Core City to surge layer by layer.
Just then, a thin black line suddenly appeared deep within the void. The black line had no light, yet it seemed to have cut a slit in the Fate Soul patterns of heaven and earth Yingling took a step forward, her robes fluttering without wind, a serene, ethereal glow emanating from between her brows, her aura originating and resonating with Qin Yu's true form.
The only difference was a chilling aura of "not being on the city's list of causes and effects." He landed not far outside the formation, his gaze sweeping over the three beings and the direction of the formation's core they were trying to pry open. He said nothing, but a faint ripple of Annihilation spread out beneath his feet. The ripple expanded silently, forcing the blood mist of the city to sink downwards.
Even the empty shells that were resurrecting froze, as if their souls had been held captive. A sense of unease flickered in the eyes of the three beings. Their cultivation was all at the Stainless Realm · Middle Stage, their Fate Soul thick and complex, clearly indicating they had absorbed much of the same level's essence. However, Yingling's aura was only at the Stainless Realm · Initial Stage, yet she stood more steadily than them. That stability wasn't due to the pressure of higher realms.
Rather, it was the "stance" of the Order Adjudication that made the surrounding laws more willing to listen to him the moment he appeared. Yingling raised her hand, flipped her palm, and the sword shadow of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword condensed into a line of clear coldness between her fingers. The clear coldness was not ostentatious, but it caused the crack that had been pried open outside the formation to instantly close by half an inch, as if it had been stitched back together by the sword intent. The causal threads of the three beings were immediately shaken and trembled.
Instead of retreating immediately, they simultaneously increased their strength, their hooked threads like ten thousand black snakes burrowing deep into the array patterns, attempting to forcefully sever the array's core's breath with their "mid-level origin power." Yingling remained calm and composed, her figure flashing as she appeared between the sealing array and the three beings. With a light slash of her sword, she didn't cut their bodies, but rather severed the "causal link between them and the array core." In that instant, it was as if invisible threads in mid-air were severed, and the fingertips of the three beings simultaneously went numb. Their hooked threads suddenly lost their aim, stabbing wildly within the array patterns, and the sealing array's hum intensified.
However, this also allowed it to escape the most crucial attempt to break through the formation. The three beings' gazes darkened, clearly realizing that the person before them was not prey that could be measured by cultivation level. They exchanged a very brief glance, and one of the beings slightly raised its chin to the other two, signaling them to continue breaking the formation. It itself took a step forward, and the Fate Soul ring behind it suddenly opened, with wisps of dark red "blood mist" spewing out from the cracks in the ring. As soon as the mist appeared...
It swallowed up all the light and sound around it, even the starry patterns of the sealing array seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness. It stared at Yingling, a cold smile on its lips, raised its palm and pressed down into the air, and a rotating blood-red causal seal appeared in its palm. The seal was neither a talisman nor an array, but rather a "killing proposition" that had been forcibly solidified. It uttered the name of the killing move word by word. "Blood Cause Devouring Life - Threefold Silent Kill".
This technique is defined as using the blood essence one has absorbed as a catalyst to fold the target's "all possible life paths within the next three breaths" into three segments. Each segment is forcibly rewritten as "moving towards Annihilation," without tracing the cause or borrowing the effect, but directly carving three unavoidable death folds deep within the Fate Soul. Its effect is that the first fold seals the vital energy, causing the Fate Soul's circulation to become sluggish, as if trapped in a quagmire.
The second rupture of the protective barrier gnawed a crack in the protective Dao from its very root; the third rupture of the silent killing directly crushed the target's "continued existence" into fragments. Its special effect was that the blood-red causal seal suddenly exploded in mid-air, blasting into three continuously shrinking blood rings. Wherever the blood rings passed, space seemed to be soaked in blood ink, the edges of everything turned black, and even the blood mist under Yingling's feet was sucked into thin lines.
The blood rings coiled around his limbs and brow, as if trying to cut off every breath he would ever take. Yingling's eyes turned cold; instead of retreating, he advanced, his foot stomping down, the chilling aura of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword suddenly rising. He didn't forcefully shatter the three blood rings with a single strike, but before they reached their Limit, he raised his hand and formed an extremely short Order Adjudication, directly activating the first edge of [Three Forms of Fate Construction of Cause and Effect Deconstruction]—not to dismantle the Fate Soul essence of the creature.
Instead, it deciphered the very foundation of this deadly move. "Blood as the catalyst." In an instant, fine cracks appeared at the edges of the three blood rings, as if their fulcrum had been stripped away from within. The blood-ink-like space began to show slivers of emptiness. The blood threads, wrapping around Yingling a foot in front of her, suddenly hesitated, as if unable to find where to "establish" themselves next. Yingling smoothly blocked with her sword, her Yingling shadow not colliding head-on with the blood rings, but instead using her sword intent to carve a narrow, long "causeless seam" in the emptiness.
The blood ring collided with the crack, forced to slide along it, grazing his shoulder and crushing the blood mist and two newly resurrected empty shells behind him into dust. At the same time, the two beings continuing to break the formation felt a chill; they realized that Yingling had not been forced back, but instead used the impact to deflect their formation-breaking threads again, forcibly slowing the expansion of the crack towards the formation's core.
The sealing formation seemed to have been given a second breath on the verge of death, while the resurrections of the surrounding empty shells were suppressed even more slowly and heavily, as if someone had pressed their throats. The creature that cast the spell changed its expression drastically, clearly not expecting that a Stainless Realm · Initial Stage cultivator could actually create a breach in its most proficient bloodline killing move.
It let out a low roar, the blood thickening with the mist. Countless whispers seemed to surge within the cracks of the Fate Soul Ring, the next strike already brewing in its palm. Yingling merely raised her eyes, the tip of her sword slightly flicking, her gaze passing over it and falling into the deeper rift of the array, as if weighing whether to cut off the enemy first or protect the array first.