The first layer of the Nine Nether Netherworld is still collapsing, with magma churning like a raging sea. The sky is torn into hundreds of intersecting abyssal cracks, and black and red lightning roams wildly between them.
Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable hovered in mid-air, his long hair transforming into a black star ring that slowly rotated, his deep blue eyes reflecting the shattered world.
He looked at Qin Yu, who was kneeling on one knee but had not fallen, and a cold smile slowly appeared on his lips.
"Not bad." The voice was deep and cold. "A mere human can actually withstand my pressure."
As he spoke, the darkness in his left palm completely receded, and the golden orb in his right hand was gently crushed, its radiance transforming into countless golden rays that merged into his body.
The next instant—the void suddenly tore open. A sword shadow intertwined with blazing white and golden flames slowly emerged from the void to his right.
A divine sword appears in the world. Divine Body World Destruction.
The sword is twelve feet long, and its body is pure white, but it does not have a metallic texture. Instead, it seems to be forged from solidified divine light. Fine dragon patterns and divine runes flow along the edge of the blade. The patterns move across the surface of the sword like living things, and each pattern seems to be chanting the war song of an ancient god.
Golden flames burned from the inside out on the sword's spine, but instead of radiating heat, they distorted the surrounding space. A relief of a golden dragon was coiled on the hilt, its head open, and the sword extended from its mouth, as if the entire sword had been drawn from the dragon's soul.
The moment Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable grasped the sword hilt, all the flames on the first level of the Nine Nether were extinguished simultaneously.
It wasn't extinguished, but suppressed. Only the golden-white light emanating from that sword remained between heaven and earth.
A flash of sword light. Space itself cracked open in front of the sword's edge.
Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable looked down at Qin Yu, his voice carrying a condescending, condescending tone.
"Human." "If you can withstand three of my sword strikes today, you will not die." He slowly raised his sword, the blade pointing directly at Qin Yu.
"I can consider having you follow me." Golden flames slowly surged across the sword's surface. "Moreover, I can bestow upon you even more opportunities and benefits."
Qin Yu slowly raised his head, blood stained the corner of his lips, but his gaze was icy cold. "Pah!"
The moment those two words were uttered, the air seemed to explode. Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's eyes instantly turned cold.
Without further ado, the first sword strike landed.
The first sword is named: Annihilation of Realms - Divine Body Severance
Using the Realm Breaking Origin as a starting point, the "spatial unit" containing the target is directly severed from the overall world, causing it to detach from the coordinate system of existence and be thrown into an "No Definition Outer Domain."
It's not about killing the physical body, but about severing the logic that "you belong to this world," causing the space where the target resides to be completely stripped away, forever adrift in Nameless.
The moment the sword fell, the sky seemed to be cleaved open by a god.
A golden-white sword beam, a thousand feet long, pierced through the first level of the Nine Nether.
Wherever the sword's light passed, the earth did not explode or burn; instead, the entire area was neatly sliced open, as if a piece of paper had been cut. The sliced area began to drift outward, and gray vacuum cracks appeared around it, sucking in countless fragments of space.
The entire area beneath Qin Yu's feet began to detach from the first level of the Nine Nether. The hundred-zhang space he occupied seemed to have been plucked off.
The connection between him and the world was breaking inch by inch. Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly. The aura of the Severed Thought Realm suddenly erupted.
Instead of retreating, he suddenly stood up and raised his hands.
The Realm of the Severed Thought Realm fully unfolded. A grayish-white aura spread from his body. "Primordial Formless."
His voice was deep and firm. A ring of gray ripples spread outwards from his body.
The severed spatial unit, at the moment of detachment, was forcibly "redefined" by the power of Absolute Thoughtlessness.
The previously severed coordinate logic was reconnected within the gray halo.
It's not about fixing it; it's about outright rejection.
The instant the sword light sliced through, Qin Yu's Severed Thought Realm origin directly erased the concept of "being cut off."
Space drift stopped. Gray ripples collided head-on with the golden-white sword light.
Boom! A Nine Nether erupted.
The sword's edge was blocked by the gray-white ripples, the air was compressed into countless layers of transparent crystal walls, and flames, magma, and spatial fragments vibrated wildly between the two forces.
Qin Yu's arms trembled violently. Blood flowed down his arms.
The origin of the Severed Thought Realm · Initial Stage was almost crushed when it resisted the judgmental power of the Realm Breaking Supreme.
Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh?"
The sword tip pressed down slightly. The golden flames suddenly surged, and the ground beneath Qin Yu's feet instantly collapsed by a hundred feet.
He let out a muffled groan. At that moment, Qin Yu's gaze suddenly turned icy.
He reached forward with one hand and grabbed. "Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence, Master Book Seal Severance, Naming Reconstruction!"
Grayish-white Fate Soul characters emerged from the void, resembling invisible magic books swirling around him.
The sword's "World-Destroying Judgment" was forcibly renamed. "This sword—"
Qin Yu's voice was hoarse but clear. "Ineffective." The gray-white life runes collided with the golden-white sword light.
The right to name and the right to make decisions clashed head-on. In the next instant, dozens of cracks suddenly appeared in the gray area of the sword's edge.
It wasn't shattered. Rather, the definition was rewritten. With a deafening roar.
The first sword's thousand-foot-long sword beam exploded in mid-air into countless golden and white light rains.
The rain of light fell, turning the first level of the Nine Nether into complete ruins.
Qin Yu was thrown hundreds of feet by the impact and crashed heavily into the rock strata.
Smoke and dust billowed. A few breaths later, a gray-white light rose again from the ruins.
Qin Yu slowly stood up. His robes were torn, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
However, the aura of the Severed Thought Realm remained stable. For the first time Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's eyes truly became serious.
"I've taken the first strike." He slowly raised his sword. Golden flames surged once more. "Very good."
The second wave of destructive energy from the Nine Nether is gathering. The second sword strike will not fall suddenly.
Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable stood high in the sky, his long robes fluttering in the gale. His Divine Body World Destruction, lay horizontally in his palm, the snow-white sword seemingly forged from the very essence of the heavens.
Golden patterns flowed slowly along the spine of the sword like divine blood, while the blade burned with pure and blazing divine flames.
That flame was no ordinary fire, but the radiance emitted when the rules were pushed to their Limit by high temperatures.
The air around it melted, the clouds were torn into scorching white cracks, and it was burned away before the thunder could even sound.
He slowly raised his wrist. The sword tip fell. This strike severed the "qualification to bear."
It doesn't sever the physical body, nor does it sever the soul; rather, it severs the very foundation upon which you "bear power." Anyone targeted by this sword will have their Dao foundation, Fate Soul capacity, and rule-bearing structure forcibly compressed, as if the universe has suddenly reduced their "status" to that of the mortal realm.
All of Qin Yu's supernatural powers were suppressed to the primordial level within the sword's coverage area. The stronger the power, the more severe the backlash. If he forcibly activated it, his Fate Soul would disintegrate on its own, and his soul diagram would collapse.
Before the sword even fell, the earth sank with a deafening roar. The sky seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand, and gravity increased a hundredfold. Space twisted along the sword's trajectory, forming a golden-white arc-shaped crack, within which flowed blazing, molten lava of rules.
The distant mountains crumbled into dust in silence, and the air ignited with rings of explosive flames. The sound wave was delayed for half a breath before it exploded with a deafening roar, like thousands of thunderbolts falling at the same time.
The sword fell. Qin Yu's body was bent over in an instant.
Blood trickled from the corner of his lips. The origin of the Severed Thought Realm · Initial Stage surged wildly within him; he was still "thinking."
How to break this? Can it be blocked? If this sword strike misses, a trace of fear will ripple across the heart like a thin thread.
In that instant, he suddenly realized that this very thought was the cause of his defeat.
"How to break free?" "I want to survive?" "I want to enter a state of no-thought" -- these thoughts themselves are the very things that bind us.
If you remain fixated on "breakthrough," you'll forever remain a beginner. The sword's edge is closing in.
Golden flames reflected in his pupils. In the next instant, Qin Yu suddenly stopped thinking about anything.
It's not about deliberately clearing away or forcibly suppressing; it's about abandoning even the thought of "I'm letting go."
He no longer questioned life or death, no longer questioned victory or defeat. His body breathed on its own, Fate Soul flowed freely.
The Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram unfolds behind him, the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel silently rotate, Limitless Yuan Absorption Art operates instinctively, its aura surging like a tide, yet without a single ripple.
The mind is like a mirror. The sword light is reflected in it, yet the mirror remains unstained. At this moment.
The atmosphere of the Severed Thought Realm suddenly changed. The initial stage of "brief absence of thought" transformed into the intermediate stage of "constant stillness and constant illumination."
The sword's pressure remained, but Qin Yu no longer "beared" it. He raised his hand.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword is drawn from its sheath. The Causeless Disillusionment Sword is also drawn.
A horizontal slash of sword light.
The threads of cause and effect exploded in mid-air, the suppressive logic of the Divine Body World Destruction was severed in an instant, and the golden pressure shattered like a giant net.
Two sword lights collided in mid-air, causing the heavens and earth to tremble violently. Flames and the Silent Origin intertwined to form a light tide that stretched for thousands of miles, turning mountains and rivers into daylight, and the starry sky appeared and disappeared in the shockwaves.
At the center of the explosion, Qin Yu stood, his aura still rising.
Deep within the realm of the Severed Thought Realm, a purer tranquility slowly unfolds, like a calm deep sea that reflects all things.
Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's pupils contracted slightly. He finally noticed.
Deep within Qin Yu 'Fate Soul, there was an unusual fluctuation. It wasn't just a simple improvement in cultivation level.
Rather, it is the structure of the Fate Soul that is being reorganized to a higher level—a stability and purity that should not exist in humans.
He slowly raised his head, the coldness in his eyes completely dissipating.
Instead, an undisguised killing intent emanated from him. The golden divine flames suddenly surged.
The energy of heaven and earth was compressed to its Limit. "Human... you actually want to comprehend it from my sword intent, humph..." His voice was deep and thunderous.
"You should not exist." The sword of the Divine Body World Destruction began to condense light for the third time. The killing intent of Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable was no longer concealed. In that instant, the darkness of the Nine Nether Prison Abyss seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.
The rock walls surrounding the entrance to the first level emitted a series of low, mournful cries. Cracks stretched from the ground to the sky, and instead of molten lava, they contained layers of torn voids. Deep within these voids surged a gray-white tide of Annihilation, as if everything in the world that "still wanted to exist" was being forced to retreat.
He slowly raised his right hand, his Divine Body World Destruction. The snow-white blade of the sword was completely ignited by golden flames, and the patterns, like living divine runes, crawled along the spine of the sword. Each lit rune caused a very brief pause in time around him.
It wasn't stagnation, but rather a severed segment, as if someone had chopped the flow into pieces with a knife and then carelessly discarded them. Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable looked down at Qin Yu, his lips devoid of any smile, only an Ultimate cold judgment. "The third sword will send you back to nothingness."
The moment he uttered the sword's name, the dark clouds above the Nine Nether Prison Abyss seemed to be torn apart by an invisible thread, revealing a golden-white rift running across the sky. Within that rift were no stars, only layers of collapsing "shapes" and "meanings," as if even the question of "what heaven and earth are like" had been forced to reveal its answer.
Divine Body World Destruction - Third Sword: World Burning Without Pardon. This sword is not for killing, but for sentencing: all those deemed "guilty" by the sword's intent will have their legitimacy burned away; their physical body, Fate Soul, Dao foundation, memories, name and traces, along with "who ever saw them," will all be incinerated; causing Qin Yu to lose the qualification to continue bearing the world from the very root.
Not death, but being rejected by the world as if you never existed; the sword had already taken shape before it even fell, the air in front of its blade was burned into a transparent glassy state, within which countless fine golden fire lines emerged, like a net, or like strokes extending from the pages of a judgment, each one locking onto the outline of Qin Yu's Fate Soul.
Locking onto his breath, heartbeat, and the ebb and flow of his thoughts, even pinpointing the very edge of "constant stillness and constant illumination" he had just touched. The next instant, Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable slashed down with his sword. The golden flames didn't surge forward, but instead plummeted straight down from the sky, like an inverted heavenly court suddenly collapsing. The light compressed into an absolute pillar, the space within it burning and curling, folding, and folding again, emitting a sharp, almost silent tearing sound.
The darkness of the Nine Nether Prison Abyss was illuminated as if by daylight, yet the daylight held no warmth, only a chilling coldness that burned away all possibility of "pardon." Qin Yu stood beneath the sword pillar, the ground beneath his feet silently shattering into dust. His hair, whipped up by the heat, instantly carbonized into ash, the edges of his robes turning into scattered specks of ashes. The origin of his Severed Thought Realm · Initial Stage surged like a tidal wave pushed to its Limit within that pillar of heavenly fire.
Roaring as he tried to break free of the embankment, fear, the desire to survive, and even the will to "break through" were all drawn out by the fiery line, burning like evidence on the edge of his heart. Qin Yu's pupils reflected the point where the sword had struck. He did not retreat, for behind him lay the rift at the entrance to the Nine Nether Prison Abyss, and Hanyan's Fate Soul was still protected by him with his primordial essence beneath the Void Divine Tree deep within his sea of consciousness.
If he were to retreat, the flames would follow his retreat and penetrate his consciousness, condemning her as "unforgivable" as well. In that instant, he suddenly understood that the most terrifying aspect of Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's sword was not its burning effect, but rather its ability to force you to spontaneously combust within the obsession of "must live," and to condemn you within the intention of "must protect."
So the more you resist, the more evidence you become; the more you try to survive, the more you become something to be burned. Qin Yu's chest rose and fell slowly. He didn't grit his teeth, nor did he roar. He simply let his breathing return to its most normal rhythm, let his heartbeat return to its most primal steadyness. His eyes sank like the deep sea, so deep that even the thought of "I want to sink" no longer existed.
The next instant, he raised his hand, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword held horizontally in front of him. The sword's edge did not point at the Heavenly Fire, nor at the Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable, but rather at the deepest part of his Fate Soul —the "ego" that was still capable of being stirred. He first activated the Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence, the Six Severances Seal, the Fate Cause Sealing Mirror, and the Logic Abyss Core.
With a flick of the fingertip, an invisible mirror suddenly appeared in the void. The mirror did not reflect images, but rather reflected "cause." The "reasons for judgment" of every thread of fire in the rushing golden flames were reflected in the mirror, like countless strokes of cause and effect writing the ending.
He immediately stepped forward, and the sword's momentum shifted abruptly, transforming into the Silent Origin Stainless Sword Historyless Void Severance Sword. With a single strike, he severed not the fire, but the very line of history that would "write you into the annals of certain death." The instant the line was severed, a crack, almost invisible, appeared in the pillar of heavenly fire. From within the crack emanated an ancient, collapsing sound, like a history book being torn apart.
Like pages of time being pulled away. However, Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's World Burning Without Pardon did not stop because the historical timeline was broken; it was more like a higher level of ruthlessness: even if history doesn't record you, it will still burn you to ashes from reality. In the half-breath of time that the rift appeared, Qin Yu did not feel fortunate; instead, he let go of the thought that "I have found the flaw."
He completely stopped pursuing any outcome, not even allowing the thought of "I want to win" to stir a ripple in his heart. He only did one thing—let the mirror reflect the cause, let the sword sever history, and keep his heart absolutely empty and clear.
In the instant that pillar of heavenly fire crashed down, his Fate Soul suddenly rose like an ancient mirror without a speck of dust. The mirror was not blank, but rather reflected all laws without being tainted by them. He saw how the fire threads wove "unforgivable," and how Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's sword intent inscribed "judgment" into every inch of the space between breaths.
Seeing that even the slightest thought of survival would give the flames a hook to attach to, he completely stopped thinking, seeking, and struggling in the sea of fire. He simply allowed his primal energy to function normally, his body to react normally, and his Stainless will to bear the Void of Absolute Thoughtlessness, in this absolute stillness.
The sword's pressure, however, failed to find any "evidence" to burn. In that instant, countless golden fire threads within the pillar of heavenly fire lost their point of impact, like thousands of burning ropes suddenly finding no neck to strangle them. They convulsed and Time Splitting in mid-air, exploding into rings of golden-white Annihilation explosions that ground all the rock layers near the entrance to the Nine Nether Prison Abyss into powder.
The powder didn't fly up, because gravity was compressed to its Ultimate by the World Burning Without Pardon. It fell straight down like rain, turning into silent ashes upon landing. At the very moment of the densest explosion, Qin Yu's Severed Thought Realm origin, like a deep-sea tide suddenly calming down after being ignited, was completely smoothed out. The occasional ripples that appeared at the initial stage were completely erased, and his mind no longer needed to consciously eliminate distracting thoughts.
It is itself constant stillness; and within constant stillness arises constant illumination. When all laws are upon him, he sees them but is not tainted, sees them but is not attached, sees them but does not seek the name of breaking the laws—that is a step from the initial stage to the intermediate stage, not relying on intention, not relying on force, but being forced to completely let go in the extreme punishment of the World Burning Without Pardon, letting go to the point that even "letting go" Does Not Exist.
Qin Yu's aura underwent a transformation. First, a very faint, invisible light membrane spread from between his brows, like the surface of clear water. Then, the light membrane vanished in an instant. After it disappeared, the noise of the world seemed to recede into the distance. He still stood in the center of the sea of fire, but it was as if he were standing in a windless abyss, and all the burning could not touch his "heart".
He could only touch his "body," so he raised his sword and slashed back. The slash wasn't based on greater strength, but rather on using the Causeless Disillusionment Sword to intercept the most crucial element of Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's sword strike—the "cause of judgment"—and separating it from the logic of the World Burning Without Pardon. In that instant, the Heavenly Fire Pillar collapsed, turning into a golden-white sea of shattered flames.
The shattered flames scattered and crashed, burning large, transparent cracks into the darkness at the entrance to the Nine Nether Prison Abyss. Qin Yu staggered half a step, several deep, bone-revealing wounds slashed open on his shoulder and chest by the shattered flames. The blood was burned to ashes before it could drip, but his eyes were deeper and calmer than before, like a deep well reflecting the winds and thunder of the myriad worlds, yet without a ripple.
Source-Suppressing Stillnessless Venerable's gaze finally changed completely. It wasn't contempt or mockery, but rather the first time a genuine sense of vigilance had arisen. He slowly sheathed his sword, golden flames surging around him. A deeper rumble came from the direction of the ninth level of the Nine Nether Prison Abyss, like the lingering echo of a lost object being forcibly erased, churning within him. He stared at Qin Yu.
His voice was so deep it seemed to press every word into the bones. "You... attained enlightenment under my sword?" He stopped laughing; killing intent surged from beneath his feet like a black tide, creeping along the spatial rift towards Qin Yu.
Even the shadows of the Nine Nether Prison Abyss began to shrink towards Qin Yu, as if trying to squeeze him out of the world. "Fine, very well—since you dare to grow before me, I'll make sure you don't even have a next breath."
He took a step forward, and the shape of heaven and earth began to collapse once again. The embers of the third sword had not yet dissipated, but an even more terrifying suppression was already pressing down. The true intent of annihilation was fully awakened at this moment.