Qin Yu slowly raised his eyes. The third fog gate trembled gently before him. It had no color, no boundaries, only a wisp of extremely thin wind flowing out from it.
The wind was neither cold nor hot, yet the moment it brushed against his robes, it caused a gentle tremor in the very depths of his consciousness.
He took a step. There was no resistance. There was no tearing. The fog gate parted like a thin veil. The next moment—he stood in a boundless sea of his heart.
There is no heaven and earth, but there is a sea. That sea is not water, but flowing thoughts. Countless rays of light float and sink in the distance, like dust before the stars are born.
Above the sky, an invisible wind was slowly taking shape. The wind swept in from the far distance, stirring up thoughts and concepts.
It stirred up the newly reshaped "self." Qin Yu could sense that this wind was not an external force; it originated from the deepest part of his heart.
Originating from the "first thought," at that very moment, a tiny yet clear thought arose, "Protect."
The moment that thought arose, the entire sea of the mind trembled violently, and countless rays of light began to coalesce.
A magnificent city wall appeared in the sky. The wall was towering, covered with light patterns, and countless lines of laws intertwined between the walls, making it indestructible.
The entire inner world rapidly solidified. It became closed and stable, as if no one could break through it once one stood within it.
That was the Ultimate form of "protection." Qin Yu could see it clearly.
That city—while protecting him, it also imprisoned him. Within its walls lay absolute safety. Outside, however, lay the unknown and the unpredictable.
If he were to succumb to this power, his mind would be forever solidified into a "Guardian Realm," Realm Breaking would cease there.
The wind continued to swirl, and a second thought arose, "Destruction."
In the distance, the light turned into scorched earth and black fire, spreading and causing mountains and rivers to collapse; the other side of the mind's sea transformed into a wasteland.
All thoughts that approached were crushed by the vast and absolute power.
It could remain closed off, with no new life or expansion, and the wind grew increasingly fierce, the Wind of Realm Breaking already taking shape.
It is no longer gentle; it is waiting, waiting for him to completely sink into some kind of "primal desire."
Whether it's protection or destruction, as long as he's determined, that wind will build a flawless "new world" for him.
Qin Yu slowly closed his eyes. Deep within his sea of consciousness, that speck of dust had transformed into the origin point, which trembled slightly.
He knew that this hurdle couldn't be overcome by simply "non-attachment" or by merely emptying his mind.
The wind will shape itself; he must harness it, not resist it. The Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel slowly emerge from the deepest part of his heart.
It's not about suppression, but observation. His reach isn't to destroy the guardian city, nor to level the scorched earth.
Instead—he whispered four words above his mind, "Primordial Hongmeng."
A Wordless Heavenly Book slowly unfurled, its pages turning. Each page was blank.
The wind sweeps into the book, the protected city is reflected in the pages, and the scorched wasteland is swallowed by the words.
Qin Yu wielded his pen. Before the ink even touched the paper, the sentence was already formed in his mind. "Guardianship should not be a boundary."
As the pages turned, the city walls began to soften. The laws were no longer solidified into barriers, but transformed into flowing light.
"Destruction should not be the end." On the scorched earth, the black fire was drawn away.
Transformed into pure energy, it merged into the wind, which grew increasingly fierce, attempting to break free from the pages' constraints and crush this "rewriting" with its power.
Qin Yu's sea of consciousness trembled, and his soul was under pressure from the immense and unparalleled power of that gust of wind. He hesitated for even a moment.
His mind was about to be torn apart. His gaze hardened, and he activated his supernatural power again, "The Source-Cause Construct Heart." In the center of his mind, an extremely thin line of cause and effect appeared.
The thread was not a constraint, but a guide that led him to let the wind flow and protect him, guided by cause and effect.
The wind surges through destruction, never letting it stop, never letting it take shape; the wind rushes across the sea of the heart, and the city walls crumble into a river of light.
The scorched earth turned into stardust, the wind swirling faster and faster, no longer for "protection," no longer for "destruction."
It became a pure "transformation." Qin Yu in the center of his heart, his robes fluttering.
With a clear and pure Dao mind, he did not destroy the newly established power, but instead prevented it from becoming a boundary.
The wind never ceases, the world remains ever new; in that instant, the sea of the heart is reshaped, there are no more cities, no more wastelands.
Only the endless flow of that Wind of Realm Breaking transformed into a transparent river in his palm, neither closed nor sealed.
It doesn't destroy, but rather forever extends outwards. Third level—passed.
Outside the fog gate, the three wisps of fog simultaneously dissipated, and the causal imagery within the hall began to flow again.
The waterfall cascaded down again, the stars Hua Feiwu stood in the center of the hall, his gaze profound. He saw the changes in Qin Yu's heart.
He saw the protection forming a river, saw destruction turning to dust, saw the wind never ceasing. The Mystic Void Realm · Supreme trembled slightly around him.
"The Wind of Realm Breaking is not bound by boundaries," he said softly.
Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes; the three fog gates had all dissipated.
The main hall was quiet, and the dark scroll still hung on the wall, but it seemed even deeper than before.
Further still, Qin Yu successfully passed the test of the triple fog gates; dust represents the past, and the boundary represents the origin.
The wind is perpetual motion, Hua Feiwu looked at him this time without hiding anything; the air in the hall was still.
The cascading light of cause and effect in the main hall gradually subsided, and the residual aura of the three mist gates completely dissipated. Only the pitch-black scroll remained quietly embedded deep within the reversed hidden wall, so black that it had no layers, so black that it seemed that even the distinction between "depth" and "shallowness" Does Not Exist. It was like a bottomless sea of consciousness that swallowed all things, silently hanging there.
Hua Feiwu didn't look at Qin Yu again. When his gaze fell on the painting, the supreme Daoist aura of the Mystic Void Realm · Supreme rippled slightly around him. It was an aura that was mysterious and elusive, as if he were not standing between heaven and earth, but in Ji Ran place "before heaven and earth Unborn". His robes did not move, and his long hair did not flutter, but invisible waves spread out in the void. The structure of the entire hall seemed extremely thin the moment those waves passed by, like a membrane that could be peeled off at any time.
In the next instant, his figure began to fade, not dissipating into space, but disintegrating into concepts. His outline first blurred, then split into countless extremely fine points of light. These points of light had no color, but carried an extremely pure Daoist intent, like some kind of existence unit that transcended the realm between substance and nothingness. They did not scatter in all directions, but slowly flowed towards the dark scroll, like a galaxy returning to its origin, gradually disappearing into the picture until the entire hall was devoid of Hua Feiwu's figure, leaving only a very faint ripple on the surface of the scroll.
Qin Yu stood still, neither uttering a sound nor using any supernatural powers to investigate, but simply observing the changes in the painting with a clear mind.
The darkness began to loosen.
At first, it was just an extremely fine gray line, slowly outlining its shape in the darkness, as if someone was using Annihilation as ink and time as a brush to draw the first mark on that bottomless black curtain. Then, a magnificent and ancient world gradually appeared, with the sky high and distant, the Milky Way crisscrossing, and palaces stretching like a surging sea of clouds. It was the once incomparably glorious Thoughtless Burial Domain, the place where all laws returned to stillness, where the Dao was as clear as a mirror, and the main hall stood above the heart of the domain, as if even time slowed down before it.
However, the scene did not remain in its prosperous state; instead, it suddenly trembled.
The heavens shattered, and otherworldly immortals and demons shattered the boundary walls and entered. Divine light and demonic flames intertwined in the void, forming a tide of destruction. The laws of the Dao collapsed, mountains and rivers shattered, and palaces were reduced to fragments amidst countless impacts. That great battle was not a simple clash of magical power, but a tearing apart of concepts, a collision of the very foundations of existence. The entire Thoughtless Burial Domain gradually disintegrated in that impact, its glory crumbling into ruins, and the ruins turning into dust.
In the center of the image, only one "shape" remains.
It is not a solid core, nor a crystal, nor a bead nucleus, but a handful of diffuse gray dust.
Each speck of dust is extremely small, so small that it is almost invisible, yet it exists clearly in our field of vision. They exist between existence and nothingness, like the first and last things that have settled at the end of the river of time. They are neither birth nor end, but rather some kind of embers that transcend both.
The light emanating from that dust was a kind of "radiance of Annihilation" that was neither introverted nor extroverted. The gray was not withered or bleak, but rather a color of "emptiness." It absorbed the colors of all surrounding thoughts, yet reflected no emotions. Any sorrow, anger, despair, or ecstasy were neutralized into the purest tranquility before it. When one gazed at it, one's mind would unconsciously sink into an absolute silence, as if all the noise of the world had turned into an eternal pause in that instant.
Even more terrifying is that these light dusts are in a state of "absolute stillness," not a physical stagnation, but a conceptual stagnation, as if "time" and "change" have lost their meaning around them. They are suspended in the center of the Emptiness sea of consciousness, neither advancing nor retreating, neither being generated nor dying. That is the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust, the core remnant left behind by the Thoughtless Burial Domain after its destruction.
Then, the scene shifted again.
The entire dilapidated Thoughtless Burial Domain began to shrink, not being swallowed up, but being compressed, as if folded into an insignificant container by some higher-dimensional will. Star rivers, palaces, Realm Breaking dust, and fragmented Dao principles were all shrinking continuously, eventually falling into a leaf.
The leaves were unremarkable.
Its veins are clear, its leaves are thin and soft, and its color is a very ordinary bluish-green with slightly serrated edges. It is like a leaf that can be seen anywhere in the mountains and forests. It is not surrounded by divine light, nor does it show any Dao patterns. It does not exude any aura. If it were placed among the plants and trees of the mortal world, it would not attract anyone's attention at all.
But Qin Yu could see clearly that those were not ordinary leaves.
That was the "Realm Leaf" that carried the entire Burial Domain and the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust. It seemed ordinary, but in a deeper dimension, it supported the existence of the entire main hall.
The image then slowly freezes.
The dark scroll returned to silence, and the aura of Hua Feiwu was no longer present in the hall.
Qin Yu felt a slight tremor in the depths of his heart. He already knew where that leaf had fallen, and he also knew how its form and aura were concealed. It existed in an inconspicuous ancient forest in the Eternal Nonexistence Limitless Domain, attached to the branch of an old tree, no different from the thousands of fallen leaves. Only by using the method of "Thoughtless Heart Contemplation" and abandoning all attachments and preconceived notions could one identify the leaf that carried the domain among the many leaves.
Entering the true main hall of the Thoughtless Burial Domain is not about tearing it apart with brute force, but about touching the Realm Breaking dust inside the leaf with one's own Dao heart. Through the method of "Mind-Consciousness Resonance," one's own thoughts are synchronized with the absolutely still light dust, causing time and change to temporarily fail in one's sea of consciousness. Only then can the hidden door leading to the main hall be opened deep within the leaf veins.
At this moment, throughout the Source of Epochless, only Qin Yu knew the location of that leaf, its true form, and the only way to enter the main hall of the Thoughtless Burial Domain.
The hall was silent, as if everything had been predetermined, yet also as if everything had just begun.
The last wisp of gray, Annihilation light in the main hall slowly dimmed on the surface of the scroll. The pitch-black scroll, originally embedded in the hidden wall, neither exploded nor burned. Instead, it seemed to be gently erased by some higher will, silently fading away from its edges, its outline first becoming thinner and fainter.
Then the entire scene seemed to revert to its state before it unfolded. The darkness shrank into a thin line, which then transformed into a tiny point of light. In the end, even that point of light was not left behind. The hidden wall returned to its original state, the stone patterns were intact, and the dust settled, as if it had never been turned over, nor had it ever hidden any top secret.
Qin Yu stood still, the surrounding atmosphere calm. Hua Feiwu's figure was Hua Feiwu longer in the hall, nor was there any trace of the three mist gates. The causal light waterfall was gone, the star reflections were gone, and even the supreme Dao rhyme left by the Mystic Void Realm · Supreme had completely dissipated. In an instant, the entire space lost all the marks of "abnormality," leaving only the original emptiness and tranquility, as if time had been gently turned back to the moment before he stepped in.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely gentle yet irresistible force emanated from the depths of the void. It was not a violent force that tore space apart, but rather a gentle force of "returning to its place." Qin Yu felt the foothold beneath his feet begin to become transparent, and the structure of the palace faded away layer by layer in his vision. The stone walls, domes, and corridors seemed to be dispersed by Qingfeng breeze, turning into extremely fine streams of light that slowly swirled around him.
His body was neither thrown nor pulled, but rather like a drop of water returning to the river and sea, and then being sent back to its source by the river and sea. His perception was compressed into an extremely simple "being" in that instant. There was no change in direction, no crossing of distance, only the change of scene was completed silently, as if the entire experience was superimposed into a deeper dimension, and then gently folded up and stored in a corner unknown to anyone.
When that force completely dissipated, the sound of water gently lapping against the surface returned to my ears.
Qin Yu opened his eyes and saw the lake surface shimmering with a faint blue light under the night sky. The lake was as calm as a mirror, and the moon's reflection was broken into tiny silver lights that rippled on the surface. In the distance, the shadows of the trees on the shore swayed gently in the wind, and the air was filled with the familiar scent of water and grass.
He was standing on the lake, the ripples spreading slowly outwards from his feet, yet showing no sign of sinking, as if he had never left this place.
The lake bottom remained deep and dark. The pale blue light had long since vanished. There were no palaces, no mist gates, no paintings, and not even a trace left by Mystic Void Realm · Supreme expert. It was as if none of it had ever happened, but was just an unverifiable illusion.
However, deep within Qin Yu's mind, the shape and energy of that leaf were crystal clear. The Annihilation radiance of the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust still hovered quietly in the deepest part of his consciousness, absolutely still and perfectly balanced, becoming the only clue he could grasp.
A gentle breeze rippled across the lake, the night remained serene, and the true main hall of the Thoughtless Burial Domain was hidden among seemingly ordinary leaves, waiting for him to open it.