Above the Black Sea, the vast expanse of water resembles an extremely oppressive black mirror. The waves do not surge, but there is a low rumble in the depths, as if countless ancient, slumbering shadows are turning over on the seabed.
At this moment, the black mirror had been completely shattered. Thousands upon thousands of figures stood suspended between the sea and the void, their auras intertwining like a curtain spreading across the sky. Spiritual pressure, Dao power, and the light of Fate Soul layered up in the night, as if a real galaxy had been pressed down upon the Black Sea.
All the major temples and sects of the Void Obliteration Domain have arrived.
To the east, the sky was ablaze with golden and blue light, like fluttering banners. The newcomers were from the Heavenly Firmament Dao-Seeking Sect. Their sect leader, Cang Wenxuan, stood at the forefront, clad in a long robe embroidered with stars. Behind him, nine Dao Inquiry Light Wheels slowly rotated, each reflecting a different scene of heaven and earth—the ancient wilderness, the end times, the Unborn, and the desolate past. The nine scenes intertwined, and his aura was approaching the peak of the Stainless Realm. Behind him, thousands of disciples stood on a flying star array, the star array forming patches of blue light in the sky, like a moving dome pressing down on the sea.
Suddenly, the western void tore open, and a pitch-black abyss gate slowly unfolded, allowing the powerful figures of the Dragon Abyss Star Hall to step out. The Palace Master, "Ye Mingyuan," was surrounded by surging abyssal energy, with three deep abyss vortexes floating behind him, within each vortex one could vaguely see ancient demon souls being suppressed.
His gaze was icy cold, and the waves of the Black Sea beneath his feet parted to create a line for him. Thousands of elders and disciples of the Liu Yuan Hall followed closely behind, each wielding a long halberd with abyss patterns, and the abyss energy condensed into black lightning on the blades.
Thunderclouds pressed down on the northern horizon, and the battle formation of the Azure Firmament Thunder Manor poured forth like a sea of thunder. The palace master, "Lei Xuance," was surrounded by lightning, with seven layers of thunder seals suspended above his head. Purple-gold lightning fell from the seals, crashing into the Black Sea without splashing, leaving only trails of steaming electric ripples. The disciples of the Thunder Palace were arranged in formation, and the thunder drums resounded, their booming sounds echoing between the sea and the sky, as if beating the war drums for the impending bloody battle.
As the southern sky shimmered with rosy light, the Supreme Profound Mirror Palace arrived, traversing the heavens. The palace master, "Jing Hengzi," stood before the formation, holding a colossal ancient mirror. Thousands of ripples spread across the mirror's surface, each reflecting the faintly visible super-five-dimensional barrier above the Black Sea. Disciples of the Mirror Palace floated in a ring, hundreds of smaller mirrors arranged in the air, their light intertwining to form a vast array that illuminated a large area, making it appear as if day and night were alternating.
Further away, the "Liu Yuan Practitioners" from the Rogue Cultivator Alliance also arrived. Some carried swords and traversed the waves, some rode ancient beasts through the air, and some stood alone above the sea, their aura of Annihilation flickering like a lone star.
They carried no sect banners, yet possessed a killing intent sharper than any sect could. They came from various remnants of realms, ancient ruins, and annihilation rifts; they were cultivators who had survived on the edge of darkness, yet now they had all gathered here for the same goal.
The aura above the Black Sea was layered upon layered, like a huge sky curtain woven from tens of thousands of Fate Soul. The Dao laws reverberated above their heads, the waves of the Black Sea were pressed down by three feet, and even the sea breeze seemed to be suppressed by thousands of killing intents and remained still.
The Chaos First Palace array was positioned at the center, with Yun Yanwan standing at the forefront. Her long robes fluttered, and chaotic Dao energy formed layers of rings around her, subtly confronting the annihilation aura from the depths of the Black Sea. Qin Yu hovered beside her, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword still sheathed, yet a wisp of extremely fine sword intent already danced at his fingertips, as if probing the veins of that super-five-dimensional boundary.
High above, the battle formation of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall had also been deployed. Li Cangming and Li Yanzi Jin Hanyan stood quietly beside Qin Yu, her gaze cold and detached. Although the various temples did not speak, the tacit understanding between them had already formed. This was not an encirclement or a test, but a true attack launched by the combined forces of the Void Obliteration Domain.
Suddenly, ripples of grayish-black light spread across the depths of the Black Sea, as if some higher being was slowly opening its eyes on the seabed. The thousands of cultivators on the surface of the sea fell silent for a moment.
A remarkably clear consensus permeated the air.
Today, the Black Sea will see bloodshed. And the target is singular— the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor.
Above the Black Sea, the wind suddenly ceased. The next instant, the sky was not torn apart, but lifted up entirely.
As if an invisible giant hand was pressing down from a higher dimension, the sky above the Black Sea suddenly collapsed, and space began to peel away layer by layer. It wasn't a crack, it wasn't a fissure, but rather the entire sky, like a curtain with its skeleton removed, fell in large swathes.
Boom--!
Above the sea, an invisible pressure crashed down. The vast Black Sea suddenly sank several feet, the seawater was compressed into an arc-shaped depression, forming a huge cavity in the center. The waves did not surge, but were instead squeezed outwards layer by layer, like a piece of black metal that had been crumpled.
The sky collapsed completely.
The original location of the Transcendent Five-Dimensional Space is no longer a crack, but a huge gray-black void. The spatial structure at the edge of the void has shattered into fine light fragments, like billions of shattered mirrors floating and rotating. Each fragment reflects a different spacetime afterimage, rotating, overlapping, and intertwining in a chaotic manner.
That's not spatial shattering. That's dimensional collapse.
The laws governing the Black Sea began to malfunction, the air seemed to be sliced inch by inch by invisible blades, emitting a faint tearing sound. Above the black waves, vertical spatial rifts appeared, like molten candles stretching downwards, twisting, and breaking.
Almost all the cultivators on the sea retreated simultaneously. No one gave the order; it was purely instinct.
Tens of thousands of figures slid backward dozens of feet in unison, but the battle formation remained intact and the array was still stable. However, all eyes were fixed on the collapsing sky.
The next instant, ten figures slowly stepped out from the gray-black void.
The first one Severed Thought Realm · Initial Stage. His entire body is covered in dark gold bone armor, with six bone blade rings floating behind his shoulders, and the bone blades are engraved with soul-devouring patterns. He holds a three-pointed crescent halberd, with viscous black blood flowing from the halberd's tip. Before the blood drops fall, they corrode fine cracks in the void.
The second person, also at the initial stage, had a slender figure and skin as hard as bronze. He had a snake tail that was a hundred feet long trailing behind him, with seven cold, gleaming scale blades embedded at the end. In his palm, he held a transparent ancient bell, within which shadows churned and countless souls could be vaguely seen twisting and howling.
The third, a beginner-level opponent, wore a white cloak draped in tattered feathers. His eyes were gone, replaced by two burning, eerie blue flames. He wielded a bone longbow, its string woven from fine soul threads, each thread vibrating slightly as if awaiting its prey.
Then two Severed Thought Realm · Middle Stage stepped out.
A figure was completely enveloped in deep purple scales, with four wings spread out behind him, the wing bones inlaid with countless shattered causal symbols. He held an obsidian disc in his hands, with a beating crimson heart embedded in the center of the disc. With each beat of the heart, the Black Sea trembled slightly.
The other person was completely transparent, as if formed from flowing dark gray mist, with indistinct features. He held a long-handled scythe, the blade of which was not metal, but a broken arc of spacetime, with dark gray light shavings constantly dripping from its edge.
Finally, five Severed Thought Realm · Advanced Stage.
The moment they stepped out, the waves of the Black Sea automatically subsided by three feet.
A figure with a triangular dark crown on his head, upon which nine black star cores float, each of them rotating. In his hand is a giant sword burning with gray flames, its blade adorned with broken dimensional runes.
A man clad in blood-red armor had a hundred-foot-long blood wheel appearing behind him, within which countless faces of the dead emerged. Black and gold chains were wrapped around his fists, and the chains emitted a deep, Fate Soul hum as they dragged.
A tall, thin man with a white face masked only by empty holes. He held a long, thin needle with a drop of solidified dark liquid suspended at its tip. The surrounding three feet of the liquid droplet caused all the causality to collapse.
A figure covered in black scales, the scales inscribed with unfinished runes. He held a small tower in his hands, within which light and shadow swirled, as if imprisoning some indescribable ancient being.
The last one was at the peak of the high-level realm. His entire body had a dark silver metallic luster, and eight rotating obsidian halos floated behind him. His eyes were like two abysses. He had no weapon in his hands, but between his palms was a highly concentrated gray energy stream, within which fragmented pieces of spacetime constantly flashed.
Ten celestial demons stood ready, their armor fully geared. Behind them, however, the depths of the gray-black void began to churn.
A dense mass of figures emerged.
The bizarre divine beast twisted its bones as it squeezed out of the dimensional rift. The giant monster shattered the void and landed above the Black Sea. Transformed beings—demon emperors, demon saints, and demon spirits—spread out like a tide. Their wings blotted out the sky, their fangs were gleaming white, and their scales reflected a cold light in the gray glow.
The number was countless, like a real Demon Race sky descending upon them.
Above the Black Sea, tens of thousands of cultivators' battle formations lit up simultaneously. Qin Yu's gaze turned cold. Yun Yanwan's chaotic Dao energy slowly spread out.
Jin Hanyan stood beside Qin Yu, Silent Void · Dao of Chaos condensed into tiny swirling patterns in her palm.
The two armies faced off. The sky shattered. The Black Sea lay low. Above the Black Sea, the wind howled like tearing sand, Demon Qi surged.
Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan stood at the front of the formation, not immediately making a move. Within a few breaths, their thoughts had already intersected.
Jin Hanyan's gaze was calm, Silent Void · Dao of Chaos flowed slowly in her palm like tiny star patterns.
"The Thought Severance Devouring Emperor has not appeared."
Qin Yu's gaze was deep and intense as his divine sense swept across the shattered remnants of the sky, aligning the lines of cause and effect inch by inch in his sea of consciousness.
"Oh no... Elder Ling Liangyan of our palace has been murdered."
Jin Hanyan was slightly startled, but did not lose her composure. She only whispered, "Yu, the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor would never be here?"
Qin Yu slowly exhaled, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"I'm certain he was here just now. Now... he has most likely fully repaired that Annihilation Realm-Breaking Pearl."
The words had barely left his mouth when the opposing demon army suddenly erupted in a deafening roar. All ten celestial demons raised their hands in unison.
Above the Black Sea, hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts roared simultaneously, "Kill--!!!"
A furious roar exploded from the Void Obliteration Domain array, "Slaughter these damned Demon Race!!!"
The next instant, the entire skies above the Black Sea erupted in chaos. Countless supernatural powers were unleashed simultaneously.
Thousands of beams of light shot into the sky, and the laws of chaos transformed into a torrent that swept across the heavens. The disciples of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall joined forces to set up the "Annihilation Star River Formation".
Ten thousand silver starlight beams poured down like a meteor shower; the Liu Yuan Practitioners activated ancient magical artifacts, black spears tearing through space, their shadows piercing through the demon horde;
The Heavenly Palace Sacred Manor raised its nine-story jade pagoda, which, as it spun, crushed hordes of demonic beasts. The Demon Race, however, were not to be outdone.
The colossal demon emperor spewed forth a tide of gray-black flames, the space in its wake churning like molten iron; the demon saint swept across with its wings, its shadows creating towering waves of blood; countless bizarre divine beasts shattered the void and swooped down, their fangs biting through the protective aura around them.
The waves of the Black Sea were lifted thousands of feet high by the aftershocks of the supernatural power, and a huge vacuum vortex was blasted into the center of the sea, with black water surging back like a giant pillar.
The entire sky was filled with light, fire, blood, and gray shadows.
The war truly erupted. And amidst this cataclysmic battle, two figures shot straight through the air from the depths of the demon array.
Severed Thought Realm · Middle Stage.
The first one, with deep purple scales, spread his four wings, the wing bones inlaid with Cause Splitting patterns. An obsidian disc spun between his palms, the crimson heart in the center pounding violently.
The second one is completely transparent, with dark gray mist flowing around it, and a long-handled scythe dragging along Time Splitting.
Their targets were Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan. The Four-Winged Heavenly Demon made the first move.
The obsidian disc suddenly flipped, and the crimson heart exploded violently. (From * Absolute Thoughtlessness: The Burial of the Wheel of Hearts*)
With "severing all thoughts and intentions" as its core, it completely resets its own thinking to zero, transforming it into a pure Order Adjudication; by using the pulse of the wheel of life, it suppresses the "foundation of existence" of the enemy's Fate Soul into a state of thoughtlessness, causing it to lose its will support.
Those covered by the Wheel of Life have their consciousness stripped away, unable to operate the Dao principles or mobilize supernatural powers; their Fate Soul is like an empty shell, and although the physical body remains, it has lost its self-mastery.
The crimson heart suddenly swelled, and the blood-red light transformed into a circular domain that enveloped a hundred-zhang space; all sounds within the domain disappeared, and the light went out of focus, as if the world had been stripped of the dimension of "thought," and heaven and earth entered a blank realm.
At the same time, the transparent scythe demon swung its long handle.
The Time Splitting arc suddenly expanded. (From "The Thoughtless Return to Stillness Slash")
Using "Thought Has No Root" as a blade, the enemy's chain of consciousness is severed from the root of cause and effect, leaving their mind completely without support.
The person struck loses their will and is unable to form any conscious awareness; at the same instant, the space and time around them are out of sync, making it difficult for teammates to locate them.
An almost invisible gray arc of light swept across, the air remained still, only the space itself showed extremely fine cracks; a pale gray ring appeared where it was struck, like a trace of existence that had been erased.
Two Severed Thought Realm · Middle Stage descended simultaneously. The hundred-foot space suddenly froze, and the light and darkness vanished.
Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan's Fate Soul were directly suppressed into a state of "thoughtlessness". The next moment, Jin Hanyan moved.
She didn't struggle, she didn't resist. With a light touch of her fingertips, Chaos Undivided, Heaven and Earth Judged.
The chaotic energy exploded around her instantly. Heaven and Earth Undetermined. Yin and Yang Unborn.
In that airspace suppressed by "Absolute Thoughtlessness," a gray-white chaotic vortex suddenly opened.
Unborn, there is no such thing as severance. Before intention arises, there is no such thing as extinction. Cracks appeared in the realm of the Wheel of Life under the impact of the undifferentiated chaos.
At the same time, Qin Yu's gaze darkened. He did not forcefully resist the "Thoughtless" slash.
Instead, it directly employs the Three Forms of Fate Construction of Cause and Effect Deconstruction
He raised his hand. A transparent causal line appeared from his palm.
He didn't heal himself. He deconstructed the opponent's supernatural powers. "You use Absolute Thoughtlessness as your blade, then I will dismantle your 'absolute'."
The causal lines suddenly pierced through the obsidian disc. The frequency of the red heart's pulsation was forcibly stripped away. The foundation of the wheel's core domain was dismantled into exposed causal lines.
At the same time, he lightly trembled his other hand. (Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence, Six Severances Seal, Master Book Seal Severance, Naming Reconstruction)
An invisible Order Adjudication light descended, Thoughtless Return to Stillness Slash " technique. It was changed from "Severing Consciousness" to "Tearing Apart the Remnants of the Void."
The gray arc of light suddenly shifted, slashing towards the Black Sea waves. A deep chasm was cleaved in the sea. Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan stepped forward simultaneously.
Jin Hanyan's palm unleashed a chaotic vortex that expanded by a hundred feet, completely tearing apart the Crimson Heart Domain.
Qin Yu's gaze was icy. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath. Before the sword intent could even slash, the heavens and earth had already shattered. The two sides were truly locked in a fierce battle.