In the abyss at the bottom of the lake, the water surged like a reversed sea of stars, and dark blue and purple lightning intertwined in mid-air. Two ghostly figures slowly retreated among the shattered Rending Domain the rift, but showed no intention of retreating.
The next moment they looked at each other. No emotion, no words, yet at the same instant they opened their arms.
Lightning flashed from beneath the gray robe, and the ghostly flames in the skull's eye sockets suddenly surged. The space at the bottom of the lake abruptly collapsed, and the water layer was sucked into the space between them.
Their bodies began to decompose. Not to disintegrate, but to "reassemble." The gray robes turned into countless fragments of light, and the skeletal bodies shattered into particles of bone-white light.
The lightning rings and the ghostly blue soulfire intertwined and swirled, like two giant snakes entwined together.
Boom! A vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet formed between them. Within the vortex, the Realm Breaking storm flowed backward.
The shattered dimensional fragments were sucked in and remelted.
Thunder crackled around the soul fire, and the soul fire was imbued with lightning. The two originally separate wills gradually merged into an even more terrifying existence.
The water layer receded abruptly, revealing black rock layers at the bottom of the abyss. At the center of the vortex, a figure slowly solidified.
The combined guardian is two zhang tall. He wears a long robe that is half gray and half bone, with lightning patterns flowing on the robe as if they were alive.
The left half of his face remained empty and dark, while the right half was a stark white skull. Three intersecting rings of lightning appeared behind him.
Within each ring of lightning was embedded a ghostly blue soul flame. His hands gripped a giant blade formed from rifts that Realm Breaking.
The blade was pieced together like transparent fragments, with purple and white lightning flashing between the cracks. It lowered its head.
The voice was no longer flat; instead, it was a mixture of two judgments: "Intruder." "Erase."
The next instant, it raised its giant blade. The lightning ring spun simultaneously, and the entire abyss at the bottom of the lake suddenly came to a standstill.
Final Rift Judgment Epoch - Extinction of All Dimensions
Compress all the dimensional levels in which Qin Yu resides into a single "cuttable structure".
Shattering the trajectory of history, erasing future possibilities, and tearing the present into irreparable fragments.
Once this technique is used, the target will no longer have the right to "exist completely".
At the moment of its execution, the sky and the lakebed completely overlapped, and darkness rolled into the vast sky.
The water layer was upside down. Countless cracks appeared beneath Qin Yu's feet. These cracks were not caused by the ground splitting open.
Rather, it was his own "outline of existence" that began to break. The giant blade fell. There was no wind from the blade. There was no trajectory.
There was only a single, compressed beam of Ultimate light. Wherever the beam passed, space was shattered into countless pieces.
The lake water evaporated into mist. The rock layers turned into dust. The power that Realm Breaking compressed all the layers, pointing directly at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu's eyes turned cold. He did not immediately retaliate, but allowed the destruction to press down. Deep within his sea of consciousness, the Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram spun rapidly.
He saw a glimpse of the overlapping and deductive Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel.
The core logic of this supernatural power relies on the premise of "compressing a unified dimension," forcibly reducing all existence to a single-layer structure.
As long as the structure remains "simple," it can be cut off. Qin Yu whispered.
"Since you've reduced the entire universe to a single dimension—" "Then I'll rewrite the entire universe."
He raised his hand. Deep within his sea of consciousness, the Wordless Heavenly Book turned its pages with a thunderous roar, as if the heavens and earth had been lifted up by a giant hand.
The Primordial Hongmeng Great Luo Heavenly Chapter, its pages appearing above the abyss.
Time becomes words. Space becomes sentences. Cause and effect become punctuation marks. Qin Yu puts down his pen with a single stroke.
"Myriad Dimensions Rebirth." The pen strokes swept across the paper, and the previously compressed single-layer dimension suddenly split apart.
One dimension splits into three dimensions. The three dimensions expand into countless layers. The destructive beam of light from the Realm Breaking giant blade strikes down.
It is constantly dispersed across multiple dimensions, like a beam of light refracted into countless glimmers. The power of judgment begins to weaken.
But the guardian continued to suppress it. The lightning ring surged, and destruction coalesced once more.
Qin Yu's eyes turned cold. "Unnamed Initial Silence." He took a step forward, his fingertips falling, and an extremely thin beam of Annihilation light shot out.
There was no roar, no explosion. The beam of light pierced directly through the giant blade, through the ring of lightning, and touched its "logic core."
An unnamed power erases the "definition name" of its supernatural existence. The fundamental proposition of the Final Rift Judgment Epoch—
"The cuttable structure"—was stripped away. The giant blade suddenly trembled. The cracks began to collapse in reverse.
The lightning ring shattered into a rain of light. The combined guardian emitted a mixed cracking sound as its body began to disintegrate.
Qin Yu picked up his pen again. "The Great Luo Heavenly Chapter - Final Chapter." The pages turned. History, the future, and the present all came to a close simultaneously.
The combined ghost's existence was recorded as "never appeared." The next instant, it was detached from the lightning.
Faded from the soul fire. Vanished completely from the abyss. Silence returned to the bottom of the lake.
The water level slowly receded. The lightning extinguished. The ghostly blue soul flame turned to ashes. Two Realm Breaking Realm Pinnacle Guardians...
Utter Annihilation. Qin Yu at the bottom of the lake, his sword hanging at his side.
The illusory images of the book pages gradually faded away. The abyss at the bottom of the lake returned to its deathly silence.
After the two Realm Breaking Realm Pinnacle Guardians were completely reduced to nothingness, the azure soul fire dissipated, the lightning ring shattered, and the remaining Realm Breaking storm slowly subsided.
Qin Yu sheathed his sword and stood there. The last wisp of lightning pattern on the blade of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword slowly disappeared.
Within the sea of consciousness, the illusory pages of the Primordial Hongmeng Chaos: Great Luo Heavenly Chapter slowly closed, and the narrative thread of heaven and earth returned to its original position.
Deeper into the abyss, that faint blue light still flickered. It wasn't flame; it resembled more of a "core identifier" of some being.
Qin Yu did not hesitate. He moved and continued to descend following the eerie blue light. The water was getting colder.
The pressure could no longer be described as "lake water." It was more like a compressed dimensional liquid. His Fate Soul ached faintly.
The closer he got, the clearer the azure light became. Just as Qin Yu was about to touch that azure core...
Suddenly, all the water flow vanished. Weightlessness. Without any warning, without any transition. It was as if the entire structure of the lakebed had been removed.
Qin Yu's body suddenly felt lighter. The next instant, an irresistible suction force erupted from below.
It wasn't pulling at his body, but rather drawing at his "coordinates of existence," as if his anchor point of existence had been forcibly reset.
The surrounding water swirled into a massive vortex. A sudden surge of eerie blue light erupted, blindingly bright, piercing the sea of consciousness. Boom!
A beam of pale blue light erupted from below, completely engulfing Qin Yu.
The world turned white... The light faded. Weightlessness remained, but there was no water.
There was no lake bottom. There was no abyss. Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes. He was floating in mid-air.
Beneath my feet lies a surging ocean. But that ocean is not real water.
It was more like a primordial sea, stained by night and thunder. In the distance, dark clouds rolled in.
Thick, low-hanging clouds almost pressed down on the sea. Lightning tore through the sky.
A pale bolt of lightning struck the sea from the sky, illuminating the entire world.
A deafening roar reverberated. The waves were cleaved into two walls of light. Between the waves, a ghostly blue lightning flashed.
Qin Yu's gaze shifted forward. An island stretched across the boundless ocean. The island was enormous.
Shaped like a long sword lying across the sea, steep cliffs rise from the sea surface, and waterfalls cascade down from the heights.
Water cascaded down like silver chains amidst the lightning. Atop the mountain stood a pitch-black castle.
The spires soar high, their outlines stark and imposing. The walls gleam with a dark gold sheen in the lightning flashes. Winding stone paths lead along the edge of the island to the castle.
The waterfall cascades down the cliffs on both sides. Waves crash against the rock walls, creating a white mist. Dark clouds hang low in the sky.
Lightning flashed, and the entire world exuded a suffocating and chilling atmosphere. Qin Yu's gaze narrowed slightly; he had not mistakenly entered an illusion.
It wasn't that he didn't know where he was. He could clearly sense the azure core.
It lies on that island, deep within the castle. That is the true source.
The wind howled, lightning flashed, and Qin Yu's figure slowly descended, his feet treading on empty air, his gaze locked onto the black castle shrouded in lightning.
Qin Yu in mid-air, the sea of lightning receding into the distance, the islands and castles appearing cold and desolate under the reflection of the deep blue sky and lightning.
He gazed at the black castle, muttering to himself, "I never imagined the bottom of this lake would be like this... and there's even a castle there."
This is no longer an underwater world, but an independent realm forcibly embedded beneath the abyss.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and waves crashed against the cliffs. Qin Yu slowly descended, stepping onto the stone path leading to the castle.
Waterfalls cascade down on both sides of the stone path, the water turning into silvery ribbons in the lightning before falling into the surging sea below.
The castle's outline became increasingly clear. Its towering spires pointed directly at the low-hanging clouds, while the dark walls subtly gleamed with dark gold patterns.
It looked like some kind of ancient inscription covered by time. Qin Yu approached. Beneath the castle, he looked up.
The entire building was intact. There were no cracks, no signs of battle, and even the erosion of time seemed to Does Not Exist.
The walls were smooth as new. A faint, ethereal blue glow flowed between the window frames. Luxurious, magnificent, and solemn.
Above the center of the castle, four ancient characters are engraved: -- Youxu Secondary Hall.
The characters are deeply engraved on the stone wall. Every stroke exudes a heavy sense of cause and effect.
Qin Yu frowned slightly. "The Netherworld Sub-Hall... Could this be the sub-hall of the Thoughtless Burial Domain?"
He pondered for a moment. "But how could it be at the bottom of this lake?" How could such a complete secondary hall be hidden beneath the abyss?
If this is the secondary hall, then where is the true main hall? Qin Yu did not linger any longer.
He walked slowly forward. The castle had no gates, no guards, and no protective energy fluctuations. It seemed to be waiting for someone.
He stepped inside the castle. The interior was far more magnificent than the exterior. The dome soared high, and starlight shimmered above it.
It wasn't just decoration; it was a real reflection of the stars slowly moving. The ground was paved with white jade.
Beneath the jade, a faint blue light seemed to flow. Towering stone pillars lined both sides of the long corridor, each carved with ancient totems.
The totem faintly reveals scenes of countless figures worshipping, practicing, and discussing the Tao. The air is filled with a serene and ancient atmosphere.
It's not abandoned, but there's no sound of people either. It's like a palace forgotten by time, yet still in operation.
Qin Yu stepped forward, his footsteps echoing in the empty hall. At the end of the long corridor, a huge palace door opened, and he stepped inside.
The central hall is extremely tall, with a dome that resembles an inverted sky, and the surrounding walls are not ordinary stone walls.
Instead, they are enormous "scrolls" as smooth as mirrors, more than ten in total, hanging around the perimeter. But they are not static paintings.
It's more like a projection of logical cause and effect. The world in the painting is moving, flowing, and truly operating. Qin Yu's gaze fell on the first painting.
The painting depicts a magnificent city. White stone steps unfold in layers, and a golden dome gleams in the sunlight.
The city is nestled between towering cliffs. Waterfalls cascade down from the cliff tops, and a river flows through the city.
Bridges crisscross the area, countless cultivators come and go, the air is bustling with noise, the market is thriving, and the sound of sermons echoes from the high platform.
The golden palaces are layered upon layered, resembling a divine realm. In the second scene, countless golden halls stand above the sea of clouds.
A massive golden cube floats high in the sky, surrounded by clouds. The city stretches to the horizon, and rivers flow like blue jade.
Crowds gathered in the central square. Thousands of people paid homage. The palace shone brightly, and the sky seemed to be illuminated by divine light.
The third image depicts a high-level platform stretching for thousands of miles, with carved beams and painted rafters, and a sea of clouds rolling on both sides.
In the distance, a massive gate opened wide, and golden light poured out from it. Cultivators stood in formation like stars.
Grand, solemn, and majestic. Fourth image: Under the night sky, the Milky Way hangs low. A golden palace gleams in the starlight.
The central dome was magnificent. The area in front of the palace was teeming with people. The firelight was like stars. The entire city seemed to connect to a world beyond the heavens.
Qin Yu's gaze slowly swept over each painting. The buildings, figures, mountains, and rivers in the paintings were all functioning normally.
The clouds are moving. People are walking. The waterfall is cascading. You can even hear distant bells and sermons.
This is not a painting. It is the remnant of cause and effect, the reflection of logic, a world that once truly existed, forcibly preserved here.
Qin Yu slowly exhaled. "I see." "These scenes in the paintings..."
"It should be a remnant of the causal relationship from the truly prosperous period of the Thoughtless Burial Domain." That civilization, which was once Ultimate glorious.
Palaces stretch to the sky, cultivators are as numerous as the sea, order is strict, and fortune is at its peak. The Thoughtless Burial Domain is not a desolate dead zone.
It was once a prosperous divine realm. But now, only the Netherworld Sub-Hall remains, along with these dozen or so remnants of a once-glorious causal world.
The hall was silent. The world within the painting continued to unfold. Qin Yu in the center of the hall, his gaze deep, as if deep in thought.