It let out a low growl. The sound did not come from its throat, but rather squeezed out from the depths of the rift in its Fate Soul.
The blood mist surged suddenly, like countless dead causes being rekindled, weaving into a dark red vortex around it. Cracks crisscrossed the Fate Soul Ring, and from each crack came whispers—not language, but the remnants of an outer will forcibly stripped away.
It slowly raised its palm. The blood mist collapsed inward, condensing into a scarlet core the size of a fist.
The surface of the core was devoid of light, yet it emitted an extremely heavy sense of falling, as if all cause and effect that came into contact with it would be dragged into an abyss.
[Abyssal Cause Falling Burial] compresses the blood essence of the outer realm into a burial core, forcibly dragging the target 'Fate Soul into the fault line of "Unfinished Cause".
Once hit, the target's Fate Soul trajectory will be pulled into the unclosed sea of cause and effect, resulting in a brief logical misalignment, and the sealing formation will simultaneously lose its Order Adjudication support.
As the core rotated, the void sank, and the brilliance of the sealing starry river began to tilt toward its palm. The cracks in the array's core were stirred, and dark red ripples appeared at the edges.
Yingling did not attack immediately. He slightly raised the tip of his sword. His gaze passed over the blood-red core of the creature and fell on the deeper rift in the array.
Beneath that fissure, there was an extremely subtle pulsation, not a collapse of the formation, but some kind of deeper attraction.
Yingling's mind raced like lightning. If she cut off the enemy first, the array's core might expand again due to the loss of suppression;
If we protect the formation first, the enemy's Fallen Core will directly target the source of our Fate Soul essence.
Life and death hang in the balance. The creature grinned maliciously. "One wrong choice—and the sealing formation shatters."
Blood, due to the sudden loss of the Burial Core, did not rush straight for Yingling's chest, but instead fell diagonally towards the crack in the array's eye, attempting to use the array as bait.
Yingling was forced to defend herself. A cold glint flashed in Yingling's eyes, and her sword suddenly turned horizontally, not aimed at the enemy.
Instead, he slashed towards the void in front of him, cleaving an invisible line of Order Adjudication in two.
Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence, Six Severances Seal, Abyssal Rotation Profiling.
The power of the Order Adjudication did not directly stop the falling core, but rather shifted its "cause of impending fall" by half an inch.
It was only half an inch away. The fallen core should have fallen into the core of the array eye, but its path was forcibly rewritten the moment it fell, and it slid down along the edge of the crack.
The core of the formation trembled, but it did not collapse.
At the same time, the Yingling Sword sank downwards.
The Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence, Six Severances Seal, Master Book Seal Severance, and Naming Reconstruction.
He did not strike any living beings.
Instead, it redefined the Bloodborne Burial Core as "Burial - Return to the Source."
The nuclear trajectory was instantly disrupted.
The fall no longer targeted the array's core, but began to trace back to the caster himself. The creature's pupils constricted sharply.
It suddenly unleashed its entire essence in an attempt to reverse the situation, only to discover that its core had been renamed and the cause of its demise rewritten as "self-return."
Boom! Blood-red mist exploded on its chest. Several layers of the Fate Soul Ring shattered. Yet it did not fall.
Instead, he laughed wildly. "Good... very good." Deep within the cracks, the divine artifact concealing the outer realm completely collapsed.
An even more ancient aura emanated from it.
From deep within the rift at the array's core, a similar external fluctuation suddenly responded.
Yingling then truly realized that they were not simply formation breakers.
They are probing the underlying structure of the sealing array. Deeper... there is something else.
The sealing array trembled violently once more. Yingling Sword was slightly raised, and the aura of Order Adjudication slowly rose around him.
Yingling's gaze darkened. He no longer intended to delay.
The external fluctuations deep within the array's core are amplifying, and the lines of the sealing star river's Order Adjudication are showing visible, fine breaks.
If those two infiltrators are allowed to continue manipulating the causal threads, the entire sealing formation will collapse irreversibly.
He slowly raised his sword. The sword itself shone without light, but the moment he raised it, the surrounding void suddenly froze.
It's not that time has stopped; rather, the flow of cause and effect has been forcibly flattened.
The Star River Sealing Array unfolded behind him, like billions of silver-white Fate Soul veins floating between heaven and earth, each vein responding to the soul frequency of his true body.
The two creatures that were destroying the array's core suddenly looked up. They felt an indescribable pressure.
It wasn't a matter of overwhelming power, but rather a matter of being locked onto. Yingling spoke softly, "Since you wish to Cause Splitting," then she continued, "I will decide the final outcome."
The sword's edge suddenly fell. [Boundless Return to the Abyss - The Annihilation Other Shore]
Using the Soul Frequency of the Yingling as the sole key, the Page of Ending is upgraded and forged into Absolute Ring, and those reflected lose their "right to exist."
The thought arose instantly. There was no explosion, no flames, but the void suddenly darkened.
An invisible ring emanated from the sword's edge. The ring was not light, but "emptiness."
Wherever it passed, the air ceased to flow, the blood stopped churning due to the mist, and even the crevices and fissures of the array seemed to be pressed into silence.
Both beings simultaneously felt a tightness in their chests.
A thin crack suddenly appeared on their Fate Soul rings.
Those weren't marks left by a slash. They were marks left by the removal of the "definition of existence".
One of the beings roared, and the alien artifact burned wildly deep within its Fate Soul, its crimson threads surging forth in an attempt to dispel the ring with its very essence.
However, the ring did not collide with its force; it simply passed by silently.
It swept past the Fate Soul, past the foundation of the Dao, past the outer realm mark obscured by the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor.
The next instant— the Fate Soul ring of that creature began to flicker.
Like a malfunctioning afterimage, it opened its mouth as if to roar, but no sound came out. Blood mist peeled away layer by layer from its body.
It wasn't shattered, but rather "negated." Its arms began to become transparent.
Then came the physical body. Then came the outer realm shrouding artifact embedded in the Fate Soul Nucleus.
The divine object emitted a piercing shriek under the ring's reflection, its runes crumbling into pieces like torn pages of an old book.
Boom—there was no explosion. Only a low, cracking sound, as if it came from the very source of heaven and earth.
The Fate Soul of that being suddenly shattered. Its entire body transformed into countless gray particles in the void.
The particles didn't fall; instead, they simply lost their meaning, as if they had never existed. The starry sky at the array's core suddenly shone brightly.
The causal threads it had pulled through snapped completely. The remaining two beings witnessed this scene, and for the first time, true fear appeared in their eyes.
They are not demonic beasts, nor are they creatures from the Void Obliteration Domain. They come from the depths of the outer realms.
But now, it has been Annihilation in a single move by Yingling, who is at the Stainless Realm · Initial Stage.
The sword tip of Yingling lowered. His breathing was slightly heavy. He was not unharmed.
That move just now was a forced use of one's own soul frequency to bear the power of the sealing star river.
Aftershocks still lingered deep within the Fate Soul, but the core of the formation had temporarily stabilized.
Yingling raised her eyes, looking at the remaining two infiltrators. Her sword trembled slightly. "Shall we continue?"
The two extraterrestrial infiltrators trembled Fate Soul after witnessing their companion's existence being erased.
There was no roar. There was no revenge. They stared at each other with utter calm for a moment. The next moment—
They simultaneously used their fingers as blades to slice through the divine objects that concealed the outer layer of their own Fate Soul rings.
The divine artifact from another realm shattered into dark purple fragments of cause and effect, which transformed into a rift that stretched across the heavens and earth.
The void was forcibly torn open. It wasn't spatial teleportation, but rather the "domain of existence" was directly extracted from the causal network of the Source of Epochless.
The fissure was filled with chaotic undercurrents, like an Endless Abyss.
The two figures didn't linger for a moment. They turned and fled. The rift closed, and the crimson mist surged back, swallowing up all traces.
As if they had never appeared. Yingling stood still, not giving chase. Her sword tip was slightly lowered, and her gaze was no longer fixed on the distance.
Instead, it landed ten miles away at the core of the array, where the main vein of the sealing star river was slowly dimming.
Outside the altar, the remnants of long- Annihilation Remnants Lord are reassembling into empty shells.
They had no Spiritual Sense, yet they were drawn together by instinct towards the center of the formation. Yingling took a deep breath.
He held the sword horizontally in front of him. Instead of unleashing a killing move, he slowly raised his palm.
His Fate Soul force resonated with his physical body. The sealing array of stars spread out behind him, forming a vast silver-white canopy.
Countless lines of cause and effect emerged from the depths of the void. Each one was connected to the core of the Soul Reflection Core City altar.
"Condense." He uttered a single word softly. The sword tip lightly touched the void, and the broken Order Adjudication of the sword were realigned.
Like a shattered star map returning to its original position, the sealing array patterns slowly rotated in mid-air.
The silvery-white light drew away the chaotic aftershocks from the depths of the array's core. The empty shells Remnants Lord that were gathering were frozen in place the instant the array patterns stabilized.
The shell of his Fate Soul collapsed again, losing its traction and turning into dust. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yingling's forehead.
He wasn't fighting; he was fighting against the causal flow of the entire altar.
Every line of the formation carries the will of Order Adjudication left behind by the original entity.
Now that it has been torn apart, if it cannot be accurately restored, new cracks will appear in the entire sealing array.
He spread his hands out simultaneously, and a huge wheel of cause and effect appeared in the void.
The wheel slowly rotated. With each rotation, the starlight at the center of the array brightened a little more.
The blood was gradually forced back by the mist.
The residual energy from the outer realms was forced deep into the earth's ley lines. Ten breaths later—
The rift in the center of the altar finally closed, and the sealed star river was restored to its original state.
The entire Soul Reflection Core City returned to silence.
Yingling sheathed her sword and let out a long breath. The tremors deep within her Fate Soul had not yet completely subsided.
But the formation was stable. He looked up at the sky. Gray clouds drifted slowly.
No trace of the otherworldly aura has reappeared. "It's been suppressed for now," he muttered to himself.
Deep within the Lightless Blood Abyss, the sky resembled a torn wound, with dark red blood clouds swirling, as if the lingering resentment of ancient Gods and Devils still lingered in the air.
The earth collapsed into countless fault lines, and the blood-red magma-like Source Liquid flowed slowly between the cracks, but it had no temperature at all, instead emanating a bone-chilling cold.
Qin Yu in mid-air, the Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram faintly visible behind him, the aura of Silent Origin swirling around him. Opposite him...
It is a Blood Devil
It was draped in a tattered, black robe, the hem of which looked as if it had been torn apart by an ancient storm, its edges hanging down unevenly; its face was completely covered by darkness, as if it had no features, but was just a bottomless void.
A blood-red halo hung behind it, as crimson as congealed divine blood, and the halo was covered with sharp, bone-spiky annihilation needles, each pointing in all directions.
Its arms were covered in dark red armor, with black and gold blood-like light seeping from the cracks, as if it were breathing slowly.
That was not a living being. It was a manifestation of malice assimilated by the blood of Gods and Devils and Lightless Blood Abyss.
The Blood Devil shuddered slightly, and the surrounding blood mist suddenly collapsed into thousands of scarlet blade shadows. Cause and effect were cut into tiny fragments, which swept directly towards Qin Yu. Each blood blade carried the corrosive intent of "annihilating the memory of existence", as if it wanted to scrape him out of the world's narrative bit by bit.
Qin Yu's gaze was icy. In that instant, a sudden tremor ran through the depths of his consciousness.
Yingling's Fate Soul fluctuations, like a beam of light traversing billions of miles of causal river, suddenly arrived.
The two Fate Soul essences resonated in unison. The message conveyed by Yingling was extremely concise, yet profound.
The formation was stable, but an infiltrator from the outer realm appeared. Qin Yu's eyes narrowed sharply.
The Blood Devil was already upon him. Without hesitation, he raised his hand.
With a flick of the fingertip, Void Evolution energy quietly coalesced. "The Unnamed Initial Silence." The voice was calm, yet like the falling of Order Adjudication.
That finger did not explode with light, nor did it make a deafening sound. Instead, the void suddenly collapsed inward into an extremely tiny point.
The blood mist, crimson bone spikes, and annihilation blade shadows surrounding the Blood Devil were forcibly pulled into that point in that instant.
It was as if countless murderous intents had been forcibly suppressed into an invisible abyss core.
The next instant—the abyss core exploded. Not in an explosion, but in a "disappearance".
The Blood Devil's entire body was propelled hundreds of feet away by an invisible force. Its crimson halo shattered violently, several bone spikes broke, and it staggered backward.
The void beneath their feet was etched with layers of blood-red patterns.
It wasn't fatally wounded, but its attack was abruptly interrupted. Qin Yu took advantage of this opening to close his eyes for a moment.
Within his sea of consciousness, his thoughts completely merged with Yingling's. The formation had stabilized.
Two infiltrators from outside the region escaped. The altar in Soul Reflection Core City is temporarily safe, but the infiltrators have already discovered who set up the formation.
Qin Yu opened his eyes. The Blood Devil stood firm again, the blood ring on its back condensed once more, and the bone spurs slowly regenerated.
It seemed to sense something, turning its head slightly, its empty face seemingly scrutinizing Qin Yu.
Qin Yu did not respond. He slowly raised his sword.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword appeared in his hand, its blade as cold and clear as the moon, yet it stood out starkly in this blood abyss.
He muttered to himself, "The Lightless Blood Abyss... it's not over yet."
The Blood Devil suddenly let out a low roar. Blood clouds churned. The blood ring suddenly enlarged, and bone spikes were fired like a volley of arrows. The causal lines of the entire Blood Abyss vibrated simultaneously.