Above the Lightless Blood Abyss, blood clouds churned, and the world seemed to collapse and reform like a torn old cloth.
After forcing the Blood Devil back with a single sword strike, Qin Yu did not rush to attack again. Instead, amidst the surging battle intent, his Fate Soul resonated once more with Yingling.
"Alright, now that the formation is stable, set up several hidden formations and restrictions, and at the same time create multiple Void Evolution array shadows so that the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor cannot identify the true main formation for the time being, and transfer the formation eye to the Soul Node of the Void Obliteration Domain."
Yingling's voice responded from the source of their Fate Soul, calm and swift. "Alright. Do you need my assistance?"
Qin Yu's gaze, sharp as a cold star, swept through the shadowy spikes of the Blood Devil, and he said calmly, "No need. After the formation is complete, you will return to the Annihilation Abyss Epoch to continue guarding it."
"Alright." The threads of Fate Soul suddenly tightened.
At the same time, the Blood Devil has completely gone berserk.
The crimson bone ring behind it suddenly expanded, its blood-red light spreading across the sky like an inverted apocalyptic sun. Each bone spike spewed out crimson causal mist, and wherever the mist passed, space collapsed, light was annihilated, and even sound was swallowed up.
It raised its hand. The remnants of ancient Gods and Devils in the entire Blood Abyss surged simultaneously, converging into a hundred-foot-long pillar of blood that crashed down, pointing directly at Qin Yu.
The world lost its color. The earth cracked open. The moment the pillar of blood crashed down, space itself shattered like a mirror.
Qin Yu did not retreat. He slowly raised the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. The sword was silent and without light.
It seemed like just an ordinary sword. But when he uttered those four words...
"The No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword." The entire Blood Abyss suddenly fell silent for a moment. Not a pause, but a "negation."
Before the sword was drawn, the thought vanished. All of Qin Yu's emotions, killing intent, and obsessions returned to silence.
His Fate Soul remained as still as an ancient well. The next moment, his sword moved. An invisible sword mark extended from the tip of his sword.
There was no light, no sound, yet it was as if the entire world had been divided in two.
The column of blood suddenly stopped in mid-air. Then, it was not severed.
Rather, it means they have "lost the right to exist" from the very root.
The blood-red causal chain collapsed inch by inch, and the hundred-foot-tall pillar of blood turned into meaningless afterimages from top to bottom, like a painting that had been erased.
The Blood Devil roared. Its bone rings trembled violently, and hundreds of bone spikes shot out simultaneously, transforming into scarlet meteors that pierced through the void and rained down on Qin Yu.
Qin Yu took a step forward.
The void beneath his feet cracked open, only to close again in an instant. He unleashed another sword strike. This strike was even faster than the previous one.
The sword light remained formless, yet it left a faint "void mark" between heaven and earth.
The moment all the bone spurs touched that void, they all disintegrated, as if their very core had been shaved away by an invisible force, turning into a sky full of red dust.
The Blood Devil finally wavered. It retreated for the first time. The Blood Ring began to crack.
Cracks spread from the center of the bone ring, and the blood-red light flickered.
Qin Yu didn't pause any longer. The third sword strike. This sword strike—before it even landed, the world had already changed.
The entire Blood Abyss seemed to be pulled into a huge black and white scroll painting; the blood color faded, the sounds dissipated, and time seemed to slow down.
Qin Yu appeared in front of the Blood Devil.
The sword tip pressed against its chest. "Silence," it uttered softly.
The sword intent spread like invisible ripples. The black and red armor on the Blood Devil's chest cracked inch by inch.
What gushed from the cracks was no longer blood, but fragments of erased cause and effect.
The crimson bone ring behind it finally collapsed completely, the bone spikes fell and turned to ashes.
The entire Lightless Blood Abyss trembled violently. Blood clouds surged back, and fissures in the ground burst open for dozens of miles.
The Blood Devil staggered backward, a wound of Annihilation that could never heal appearing on his chest.
That's not a wound. That's a "crack where existence is denied." It hasn't been completely Annihilation yet.
However, he had already been suppressed. Qin Yu in mid-air, his robes fluttering, his sword tip slightly lowered.
Although the Fate Soul was being depleted, it remained as stable as a mountain.
No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword
They had gained the upper hand. The Blood Devil growled, and the afterimage of its crimson halo reformed, seemingly preparing for an even more frenzied counterattack.
Qin Yu's gaze remained calm. "Isn't that enough?"
Blood Abyss suddenly fell silent for a moment.
The Blood Devil lowered its head, but the Annihilation crack on its chest did not continue to expand. Instead, it slowly writhed under the shroud of blood-red mist.
The next instant, it suddenly raised its head, letting out a howl that seemed inhuman. The entire Lightless Blood Abyss, filled with the remnants of ancient Gods and Devils...
Suddenly it boiled. The sea of blood churned like a mountain, and blood waves surged into the sky, converging into thick, dragon-like veins of blood that frantically poured into its already torn chest cavity.
The bone ring shattered completely. Bone spurs pierced its spine one by one. Flesh began to tear apart on its own.
It wasn't attacked; it broke apart on its own.
The skin peeled off like old cloth, revealing the scarlet and black veins beneath. The veins proliferated wildly, intertwining to form a thick and twisted outer armor. The original humanoid outline rapidly grew taller, the shoulder bones cracked, the limbs lengthened, and the fingertips transformed into blood-red, hook-like blades.
A vertical slit split open in its skull, revealing a second scarlet face.
Blood plasma flowed from his eye sockets, but congealed into blood crystals in mid-air.
The light between heaven and earth was completely swallowed up. The second form took shape.
Behind the Blood Demon was no longer a bone ring, but a slowly rotating crimson wheel, upon which countless remnant soul faces appeared.
Whispers intertwined, as if countless slaughtered Gods and Devils resonated behind them.
It took a step. Space collapsed. The causal threads snapped beneath its feet.
The Blood Abyss expanded hundreds of miles in an instant. Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. Severed Thought Realm · Initial Stage.
That oppressive aura far surpassed the previous Stainless level. The Blood Demon raised his hand, and the Blood Wheel spun violently.
Tens of thousands of blood-red threads of cause and effect shot out from the wheel, engulfing Qin Yu and entangling him from all directions. Each thread contained the lingering echo of a slain divine and Gods and Devils principle.
"Blood Prison Calamity - Return to the Abyss!"
Its sounds overlapped like the chorus of ten thousand souls.
Once those blood streaks touch Fate Soul, they drag that soul into the Blood Wheel, making it an eternally distorted face within it.
Qin Yu did not back down.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword was raised once more. This time, he no longer used only one sword.
Sword intent intertwined within his Fate Soul.
The first sword intent No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword.
The second sword intent is the Causeless Disillusionment Sword.
The two sword intents are not superimposed, but rather intertwined.
Without thought, one severs emotional attachments. Without cause, one severs the root cause.
A dark sword domain suddenly split open in the void behind Qin Yu, and countless afterimages of causes and effects that had never occurred appeared within the sword domain. Those results that had not yet come to fruition were erased in advance.
He slashed horizontally with his sword. The sword light was invisible.
But it left a pure black arc in mid-air.
Wherever the arc passed, the blood vessels snapped. But—the roulette wheel of the Blood Demon's second form suddenly accelerated.
The severed blood vessels did not collapse; instead, they regenerated at the point of breakage.
The blood wheel behind it erupted with an extreme crimson light. The crimson causal threads instantly merged into a giant crimson shield.
"Myriad Souls Return to Shield!" The sword light struck the blood shield. At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
At the center of the collision between the sword intent and the blood wheel, a shockwave of mixed black and red erupted, as if the void had been crushed by an invisible giant hand, and the space collapsed layer by layer.
The ground beneath the Blood Abyss was completely ripped up.
A thousand miles of land were transformed into a blood-red sandstorm.
Qin Yu's body trembled slightly, but his sword intent remained unbroken.
But the first time, it was blocked head-on.
Countless afterimages of Gods and Devils appeared on the blood shield, roaring and howling, forcefully diverting the ruling power of "Causeless Illusory Destruction".
The Blood Demon slowly raised his head. A sinister smile appeared on the second scarlet face.
Its cultivation has truly entered the Severed Thought Realm.
Qin Yu's eyes were calm, his sword intent undiminished.
Two sword intents swirled around him, like black and white wheels. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. "Interesting."
The blood wheel behind the Blood Demon suddenly paused for a moment, as if all souls had held their breath. Then, the wheel abruptly reversed, its crimson patterns lighting up in concentric circles, as if drawing the ancient remnants of blood from the entire Lightless Blood Abyss into the "wheel's" bones and the "soul's" skin. Countless faces on the wheel's rim opened their Fate Soul simultaneously, but no sound came out. Only a chilling assimilative will swept down from the sky.
The blood-red sand, shattered bones, and remnants beneath Qin Yu's feet rapidly lost their "original form" within that will, transforming into part of the wheel. Even space itself was dragged and distorted into an arc, as if being twisted into a giant vortex. The next moment, the blood wheel suddenly expanded, its center transforming into a bottomless blood-red pupil, within which countless broken causal lines spun, fiercely swallowing Qin Yu. The two sword intents surrounding Qin Yu instantly tensed, their emptiness and stillness like a black tide emanating outwards, their Causeless Illusory Destruction like a cold star receding inwards. The sword domain trembled, attempting to sever the pull.
But they discovered that the pull wasn't "force," but rather "belonging." The Blood Wheel Assimilation and forcibly rewrote "you are here" as "you belong to the wheel." The sense of direction in the world was abruptly erased, and everything collapsed simultaneously into a blood-red mirror wall. Qin Yu's shadow appeared on the mirror wall, but it wasn't him moving; rather, the Blood Wheel was using his shadow to calculate his next thought. Then, the Blood Demon's second scarlet face revealed a grin, and it pressed down with its palm, causing the wheel world to slam shut.
Qin Yu's vision went black, and when he opened it again, he found himself in a boundless, blood-red realm—the sky was the slowly rotating rim of a wheel, the ground a solidified sea of blood, there was no wind, yet the whispers of ten thousand souls seeped from beneath his feet, like ten thousand cold snakes coiling around his mind, each whisper repeating the same phrase: Return to the wheel, return to the wheel, return to the wheel. The Blood Demon's figure was no longer a physical body, but a projection of will clad in blood armor.
Bearing the Blood Wheel, its shadow looming overhead like a celestial curtain, it took a step forward, causing the sea of blood within the Wheel Realm to surge into giant waves. The crests of these waves were filled with the mangled faces of slaughtered Gods and Devils, all staring intently at Qin Yu, as if trying to see through his Fate Soul and imprison it forever within the Wheel. It didn't probe further. With a clench of its palm, the blood-red color of the Wheel Realm suddenly contracted into an extremely thin line of "emptiness." This line of emptiness emitted no light or sound, so thin it seemed Does Not Exist, yet it was more like "cessation" than any sharp blade. It was its killing technique, the "Thought-Severing Blood Blade," where severing thoughts and intentions were condensed into an invisible blade of thought.
It wasn't the body that was severed, but rather thought and perception themselves. As that transparent ripple swept past, the whispers of all the souls in the Wheel of Life ceased simultaneously. A terrifying silence instantly enveloped Qin Yu, as if even the thought of "I am thinking" had been taken away. The next moment, a thin line of blood appeared between his brows, so thin it was almost invisible, yet it resembled a greedy rift that sucked in all the light around him, causing the space to twist eerily.
His consciousness was forcibly severed for half a breath. In that half breath, even the self of "Qin Yu" was almost blank. The sword intent in his palm was cold, and his body seemed to be nailed into a sculpture. A blood flame flickered in the Blood Demon's eyes, and the faces of all the souls in the Wheel Realm simultaneously showed hungry expressions. The will of Blood Wheel Assimilation surged like a tide, wanting to take advantage of this moment to completely write him into the Wheel.
Just as that blankness was about to extend into eternity, a deeper "silence" within Qin Yu's body was awakened. It wasn't emotion, nor anger, but rather the Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram deep within his Fate Soul that never sought help from the outside world, gently trembled at the very bottom of his sea of consciousness. A unique echo belonging to his own soul frequency pierced through the devouring bloodline, like a cold star suddenly shining in the darkness.
His gaze refocused, the tip of his sword slightly raised, and the No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword surged outwards, forcefully pressing back the emptiness of Sever Thought by an inch. However, the Blood Demon's Blood Wheel had already descended upon his head, its shadow enveloping his entire presence, threatening to drag him into "assimilation" in the next instant. Qin Yu no longer hesitated; he did not continue to entangle himself with the Blood Wheel on the issue of "belonging."
Instead, he looked directly at the "root" of the Wheel Realm—a root not in the sea of blood, not in the sky, but at the center of the Blood Demon's will, the dark core of the Wheel that connects all souls. Qin Yu's lips did not move, but his Fate Soul exhaled a line of absolute silence from its deepest part, like the last breath in a dream being cut off [Void Source · Dream Stillness].
At that moment, the crimson hue of the Wheel of Reincarnation seemed to have been stripped of its definition of "color." The sea of blood remained, but it was no longer called blood; the wheel's rim still turned, but it lost the meaning of "turning"; the faces of myriad souls still opened, but they could no longer utter the obsession of "returning to the wheel," because the obsession itself was dragged into the edge of a dreamless Consciousnessless void. Invisible ripples appeared between heaven and earth, and wherever the ripples passed...
All the scenes seemed to have been stripped of their existing paint, leaving only an indescribable sense of Space Silence. The Blood Demon's Blood Wheel Assimilation paused abruptly. The wheel behind it accelerated wildly, trying to rewrite "belonging" back to the world with a stronger will, but every stroke it made fell into the void, like ink drops falling into a bottomless well, without even an echo. For the first time, cracks appeared on the Blood Demon's second scarlet face, a look of shock and rage.
It suddenly raised its palm, the Blood Wheel roared, and countless souls and faces spat out blood light. The blood light transformed into countless chains, trying to bind the source of the invisible ripples. However, Qin Yu took a step out from the center of the ripples, his figure seemingly withdrawing from the dream, both in the Wheel Realm and not in the Wheel Realm. He gently turned the Silent Origin Stainless Sword in his hand, and the No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword transformed into an extremely still black arc, cutting off the attacking chains one by one. Meanwhile, the Causeless Disillusionment Sword condensed behind him into a cold star-like crack.
Aiming directly at the Blood Demon's core, the Void Source: Dream Stillness and the Twin Sword Intent converged into a triple final judgment: one erasing "the Wheel Realm can be described"; one severing "the assimilation can continue"; and one annihilating "the dark core can exist." The Blood Demon roared, and the Blood Wheel Assimilation surged wildly, attempting to completely erase Qin Yu's presence, making him "unnoticed" in this Wheel Realm. However, the ripples of Void Source: Dream Stillness Silence had already spread to the edge of the Blood Wheel, and the faces on its rim seemed to be forced into an eternal nightmare.
Expressions froze into emptiness. The projection of the Blood Demon's will was suddenly stretched, torn, and emptied. A black and red rift burst forth from the dark core. There was no light within the rift, only a chilling silence of "never having existed." The Blood Wheel World began to collapse, the sea of blood reversed, the sky distorted, and countless souls and fragmented faces fell like gray rain, turning into meaningless blood dust in mid-air.
The Blood Demon, however, forcibly stabilized its core amidst the collapse, desperately protecting the dark core and withstanding this round of final judgment bombardment. While large areas of its wheel's outer edge lost color, it did not completely shatter; instead, it used the collapsing Blood Realm to push its defenses to their Ultimate.
Qin Yu's Triple Final Judgment only tore its Wheel Realm into a dying rift, failing to erase it completely. The next instant, the Blood Wheel World exploded into countless fragments, and Qin Yu's consciousness was thrown back into the Lightless Blood Abyss. Blood sand swirled beneath his feet, and as he landed, the tip of his sword touched the ground, the black and white sword intent still present.
Yet, one could clearly sense the blood demon's defense, which had stubbornly withstood the true edge of its end. It hadn't died; it had simply been forced into an even more ferocious, mad, and reckless next step.