In the gray-white void of the Boundless Realm Heavenly Palace, the Uninterrupted Incense still burned, its flames quietly eroding time, as if it had never been disturbed by any trials.
Just as that wisp of the Gate of True Annihilation closed, the center of the Heavenly Palace suddenly trembled slightly. Ju Wanning's figure stepped out from the gray-white depths.
Her presence was quieter than when she entered. Not more intense, but more "untouchable." It was as if she stood there, yet could not be accurately identified.
She slowly opened her palm. In the gray-white void, an extremely fine crack appeared. There was no light within the crack.
Instead, it was a colorless "gap". The gap slowly rotated, gradually coalescing into a mark.
A talisman shaped like a "door". The door has no frame or door panel. It is just two inward-collapsed arcs with Emptiness in between.
It bears no runes, yet the surrounding space unconsciously yields. This object is called -- True Annihilation · Formless Palace.
It is grayish-white like mist, but not a solid substance. When it is suspended in the palm of your hand, even the palm lines cannot be fully reflected.
The fundamental embodiment based on "the annihilation of true reality and the absence of true form".
Within a single breath, any identified "structure of existence" can be relegated to the undiscernible domain;
One can create a "Formless True Annihilation Domain" around oneself, causing all reality and illusion to return to Space Silence;
If the holder develops any attachment, the mark will immediately disappear. It is not a weapon. It is not a defense.
It's not simply destruction. It's a gateway to "before chaos." Ju Wanning her gaze slightly.
She didn't show any elation. She simply gently absorbed the mark into her sea of consciousness, True Annihilation it into her soul. Her aura became even more restrained.
At that very moment, the other twelve illusions of the Boundless Realm Heavenly Palace trembled violently. The incense had burned down to half its end, and the trial began to accelerate.
Realm Breaking Realm Trial. Space fractures. A Realm Breaking Realm High Stage cultivator stands in the center of an endless rift.
He had to use his own power to Realm Breaking to sever the "Origin of Boundaries." He swung his sword wildly. The rift was split open.
Yet they merged again at the moment of splitting. The boundary was not an obstacle, but a "definition." He was always fixated on "breaking," but never understood "why the boundary exists."
The rift suddenly turned on him. Space closed like a giant maw, compressing him into an extremely thin line.
The line snapped in the next instant. Eternal Silence. Another cultivator at the Realm Breaking Realm suddenly stopped swinging his sword and sat cross-legged in the center of the rift.
He let space tear apart, let boundaries overlap. He murmured, "Boundaries are not enemies, boundaries are my outline."
The next instant, he no longer Realm Breaking, but instead transformed himself into the boundary.
The rift vanished. When he opened his eyes, the power to Realm Breaking had already merged into his origin. He had passed. He obtained the Realm Source Severance Wheel Diagram.
A scroll depicting the origin of space. The Mystic Void Realm Trial. A world utterly Emptiness.
Cultivators must establish "emptiness" from "nothingness." A Mystic Void Realm cultivator is eager to construct heaven and earth, stars, mountains and rivers, Spiritual Qi.
He created with all his might, but forgot that the essence of "emptiness" is not to be filled. The world he constructed suddenly collapsed, and he was crushed by everything he had created.
The other woman at the Mystic Void Realm closed her eyes and remained motionless. She neither created nor filled anything, allowing Emptiness to exist. When she no longer tried to prove the meaning of "emptiness".
From emptiness arises light. From light arises a wheel. The wheel becomes emptiness itself. She is one with emptiness.
Through this, one obtains the Mystic Void Origin Lamp. Though its flame is unlit, it illuminates the Space Silence of all realms.
The Trial of the Severed Thought Realm. Countless thoughts fell like thunderbolts. A cultivator at the Severed Thought Realm attempted to sever all his thoughts.
He shattered his thoughts one by one with each stroke, only to find that for every thought he cut off, ten more arose. In the end, he was overwhelmed by the Thought Sea.
Another elder, a being in the Severed Thought Realm, sat in the center of his Thought Sea. He neither slashed nor destroyed, letting his thoughts come and go as they pleased, until finally, his thoughts withered away on their own.
The annihilation of thought is not annihilation, but rather the absence of the need for further thought. Through this, one obtains the Absolute Thoughtlessness True Mirror.
It can reflect all thoughts, and it can also bring all thoughts to stillness. The other trials were brutal; in the True Annihilation Realm, one person was devoured.
Two people at the Realm Breaking Realm perished. Several at the Mystic Void Realm turned to ashes. Blood stained the void at the Severed Thought Realm. Incense burned to its last embers.
Of the twelve, only three ultimately stood in the Heavenly Palace. Including Ju Wanning, there were four in total. The void trembled slightly.
The ancient will descended with its final judgment. "Passed." The next instant, the golden palace gates slowly appeared above the celestial palace.
A beam of light descended, enveloping four figures. Within the valley, the golden gate trembled once more.
A burst of light erupted. Ju Wanning stepped forward first, her aura as calm as ever.
But it caused the surrounding space to instinctively retreat.
Then, a cultivator at the Realm Breaking Realm emerged, holding the Realm Source Severance Wheel Diagram. The Mystic Void woman carried the Mystic Void Origin Lamp.
The old man Absolute Thoughtlessness, held the Absolute Thoughtlessness True Mirror. The four of them stood in the valley, their breaths heavy with exhaustion.
Yet it carried a completely different Daoist aura. The crowd instantly erupted in excitement. Dozens went in, and four came out.
Each one received the original inheritance. The otherworldly being slowly opened its eyes, its red sword blade slightly lowered.
He remained silent, yet no one dared doubt the Golden Temple any longer. It was both an opportunity and a selection process.
Ju Anran breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that her senior sister was unharmed. Ju Wanning gently.
Without saying much, she could feel the True Annihilation Formless Palace slightly rotating in her sea of consciousness.
It seemed as if there was an even deeper trial yet to be begun deep within the Heavenly Palace. Before the golden temple, the valley was deathly silent.
The otherworldly being slowly folded its wings, the crimson cracks along the edges of its black feathers flowing like lava. It lowered its gaze to the four people who walked out of the palace, its crimson eyes showing no joy or anger, only a cold, selective intent.
He spoke, his voice seemingly descending simultaneously from the four corners of the earth. "Those who pass—" "are permitted to leave."
As soon as she finished speaking, the golden runic light barrier surrounding the valley automatically parted, creating a gap. Ju Anran gazed at Ju Wanning from afar.
Their eyes met in mid-air. No words were spoken, yet a silent confirmation was made.
Ju Wanning's gaze was calm. She slightly turned her head, her divine sense condensing into a line that pierced through layers of energy and reached Ju Anran's sea of consciousness.
"Inside is the Boundless Realm Heavenly Palace: Origin Trial."
"A stick of 'Uninterrupted Incense' burns in the center of the Time Hall; the trial ends when the incense burns out."
"Each cultivator will see their realm runes appear before them, entering the corresponding illusion. The illusion evolves from the realm itself."
"Judgment requires a thorough understanding of the realm's structure and a state of oneness with it. Any deviation will result in a backlash from the realm."
Her tone was extremely grave. "Anran, be extremely careful. Don't let your own cultivation level backfire."
That wisp of divine consciousness transmitted a message without any emotional fluctuation, yet it was more weighty than any admonition. Ju Anran's pupils contracted slightly, and she nodded solemnly.
Ju Wanning didn't linger. She flashed through the runic light barrier and left the area covered by the golden array.
The air outside the valley was much cooler than inside the formation. She landed on a broken cliff.
I intended to wait for Ju Anran and the ten disciples of the Absolute Severed Thought Realm · Supreme emerge.
However, just as her breathing stabilized, a very subtle yet chilling sense of being locked on suddenly landed on her back.
It wasn't murderous intent, but it carried a certain oppressive force. She slowly turned around. Not far away, in the shadows of a broken mountain ridge.
Two figures stood silently. Shangguan Lingxiao Shangguan Xuanchen. Shangguan Xuanchen's aura was still weak, but his eyes were clear.
Shangguan Lingxiao stood holding a spear. The dark gold patterns on the spear subtly shimmered in the twilight.
He didn't speak, but just stared intently at her, his gaze seeming to confirm some kind of answer.
Ju Wanning instantly understood. They had already noticed what was happening inside the light barrier.
Perhaps even the fluctuations of her receiving the True Annihilation Origin Inheritance were sensed.
At this moment, she was all alone. If she were to confront Shangguan Lingxiao at the pinnacle of the True Annihilation Realm · Supreme, head-on...
The outcome is uncertain. And there is Shangguan Xuanchen beside him. Even though he is still seriously injured, he is by no means to be ignored.
Without the slightest hesitation, she lightly tapped the air with her fingertips, and a very subtle divine imprint quietly fell into the rock strata of the cliff.
That was the unique identifier of the Ju Lineage. Clan members could track them simply by following their aura. The next moment...
Her figure flashed like a streak of light, speeding towards another mountain range.
The wind howled through the sky. Shangguan Lingxiao's gaze was cold, but he did not immediately give chase.
The divine spear trembled slightly, causing dark golden ripples to spread through the air.
He whispered, "I see, what that cultivator said was right, there's a great opportunity inside." Shangguan Xuanchen slowly said, "She obtained that opportunity."
Deep within the valley, the golden temple continued to radiate light, while the situation in the Thoughtless Burial Domain had already begun to subtly change.
In the shadows of the mountain ridge, the night seemed to be pressed down.
Shangguan Lingxiao's spear trembled slightly, and the dark gold patterns on the tip of the spear emitted a very fine, cold light. He stared in the direction where Ju Wanning had gone, his eyes as cold as iron.
"Go." The voice was low, yet carried an undeniable killing intent. "Chase after them."
He slowly uttered his final words. "Our losses—let her compensate us."
A sinister smile flickered across Shangguan Xuanchen's lips. Although his aura had not fully recovered, he had already suppressed the shockwaves from his severe injuries. The two figures took to the air almost simultaneously.
The air was torn open with two sharp streaks. The mountains and forests trembled. The night was cleaved in two straight lines by the intent of the spear and the profound power. They chased after Ju Wanning in the direction she had gone.
The Ruins of the Thoughtless Burial Domain. Deep within a mysterious valley, the night is not pitch black, but rather a tranquil scene interwoven with purple and blue hues.
High above, an ancient tree grows atop a precipice. Its branches twist and turn like a dragon, and its pink and purple petals fall like a shower of stars.
Below the precipice, a waterfall cascades down, but it is no ordinary stream; the waterfall displays a dreamlike blue-purple radiance.
When water falls, it is not simply droplets, but countless tiny particles of light, like fragments of starlight, like pieces of logic.
Each stream of water seems to carry the trajectory of the universe. The sound of the water is not loud, but it carries a profound rhythm of order.
The waterfall plunges into the emerald pool below. The water's surface shimmers with soft light, and ripples spread outwards, reflecting the entire valley. Petals swirl gently in mid-air.
Falling into the waterfall, it transforms into strings of sparkling light.
Directly below the waterfall, a figure sat cross-legged. Qin Yu. His upper body was bare, and his skin shimmered with a faint silver light.
The waterfall cascaded down over his head, yet it did not bend him in the slightest. It was not ordinary water, but a manifestation of the Logic Origin.
Each drop of water that fell on his shoulder transformed into intricate runes. These runes traveled along his meridians and entered his sea of consciousness.
Within the waterfall, countless symbols are faintly visible: chains of cause and effect, nodes of time, spatial folding, the principles governing the operation of all things, and the moment the water falls.
The surrounding air seemed to be split open. The space curved slightly at the edge of the waterfall, as if logic was highly condensed here.
Qin Yu closed his eyes slightly, his breathing synchronized with the rhythm of the waterfall. With each exhale, water droplets were drawn into his body.
With each inhale, an invisible ripple stirred deep within his consciousness, and a pale golden outline gradually emerged around him.
The phantom of the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel appeared and disappeared behind him.
As the Falun wheel turned, the waterfall's flow subtly changed its trajectory, as if the order of heaven and earth were actively converging towards it.
The Logic Origin flowed within him, a deep resonance emanating from his meridians, deep within his consciousness.
Countless principles are slowly being restructured. Old perceptions are being washed away, and new levels are being built.
Suddenly, the waterfall shone brightly. A beam of purple-blue light descended from the sky and pierced through his entire body.
A faint, illusory world emerges from the flowing water: mountains and rivers, stars, the changing of eras, and the flow of laws.
All of this settled within this waterfall. Qin Yu's brow twitched slightly.
A thin, almost invisible crack spread through the air. It wasn't a break, but rather a breakthrough at some level of logic.
The waterfall's flow suddenly softened, as if acknowledging his presence. Petals drifted slowly down from the night sky.
A piece of light landed on his shoulder, turning into particles of light that merged into his body, making the purple glow of the entire valley even deeper.
In the darkness of night, he was like a cultivator standing beneath the Milky Way, in sync with the logic of heaven and earth.