A dozen or so cultivators were still whispering among themselves, caught between greed and shock. Their voices echoed clearly throughout the tomb. Suddenly, the cube hovering above the giant coffin stopped spinning, and all the golden array patterns extinguished in an instant.
The churning starry sea within suddenly fell silent, as if the entire universe had been frozen in time. Only the slow, heavy heartbeat from within the giant coffin remained in the air. The next instant, all six faces of the Rubik's Cube simultaneously erupted with blinding, blazing golden light, the radiance sweeping outwards like a star exploding.
The spatial structure was instantly torn into countless fragmented geometric fractures. The dark red and eerie blue light streams in the cracks of the tomb dome seemed to be completely ignited, transforming into a rolling sea of fire and a raging storm of thunder. The crimson-gold light in the eyes of the sixteen divine statues suddenly surged, and then countless cracks appeared in the same instant, spreading rapidly like a spider web.
A blinding white light of destruction emanated from within the stone body. The next moment, the first statue exploded with a deafening roar, sending debris and flames raining down like a meteor shower. The shockwave swept across the entire tomb area, and the eerie blue aura surrounding the giant coffin rippled and surged in waves.
The second and third statues shattered one after another, and the entire ruined palace began to tremble violently. Deep, bottomless ravines cracked open in the ground, the inverted mountain range collapsed, and boulders mixed with flames and lightning crashed down.
Space, like a torn scroll, rolled and collapsed in all directions. Blazing orange-red flames intertwined in the air to form a huge vortex, and blue-purple lightning flashed wildly in the cracks. The entire tomb area was transformed into a collapsing apocalyptic world.
The Rubik's Cube slowly rose from the center of destruction, its six radiant faces transforming into six beams of light shooting straight to the dome. These beams pierced through space, seemingly tearing open the boundary between reality and history. An irresistible force suddenly descended, causing everyone's Fate Soul to violently tremble simultaneously, their consciousness forcibly ripped from their bodies.
Vision disintegrated in the blazing white light, and a deafening roar like an ancient bell filled the air. The next moment, darkness engulfed everything.
As light and darkness receded, the group no longer stood in the collapsed tomb, but floated above a vast, boundless Epoch Battlefield of an era. The sky was torn apart into burning fissures, and colossal fiery stars fell from the depths of the firmament. The ground was a fragmented world pieced together from churning seas of lava and fractured continents. From afar came earth-shattering roars.
Countless figures surged in from all directions, hordes of demonic beasts swept across the land like a black torrent, colossal Devil Beast shadows shattered mountains, transformed Demon Cultivator soared into the sky, the Demon King stood high above wielding the laws of destruction, innate beasts spread their sky-covering wings, and divine beasts roared, shattering the starry sky.
Ancient divine beasts descended from the depths of the heavens, their bodies like mountains spanning the sky. These supreme divine beasts shattered space with each step, causing the rules of the world to crumble. Countless living beings and demons clashed amidst flames and lightning.
Otherworldly beings poured out of the rift, clad in jet-black scales and metallic wings, wielding weapons engulfed in the flames of an era. They clashed head-on with the powerful beings of the original world, causing energy storms to explode in the air and tearing the galaxy to shreds. At this moment, the entire world became a true era of war.
In the center of the sky, a colossal golden array hung like the sun. At its center stood a blurry yet imposing figure, arms outstretched, surrounded by countless chains of rules, his feet treading upon a churning sea of cosmic stars. He confronted the otherworldly ruler, who blotted out the sky and was shrouded in black and red flames.
Behind them stretched an army of billions from another world. The instant their powers collided, light exploded like an epochal explosion, shockwaves swept across thousands of miles, mountains turned to dust, oceans evaporated into white mist, and stars rained down. Monsters, Demon Cultivator, Devil Beast cultivators, demon kings, and divine beasts roared or perished in the shockwave.
When the ancient divine beasts clashed with the supreme divine beasts, they tore apart the entire sky, and divine blood fell like meteors, causing the earth to collapse into abysses wherever it landed.
This was no simple illusion, but the memory of this palace, the ancient war it had witnessed, the lingering shadow of the battle defended by the deputy palace master. The crowd, suspended above the battlefield, could clearly feel the tremors of each rule breaking, the oppressive force of each divine beast's roar.
Flames and lightning intertwined to create a destructive torrent, as demonic beasts and otherworldly legions clashed on the battlefield. Blood and starlight rained down simultaneously, the heavens and earth were torn apart and reformed, and the power of the era burned fiercely until that towering figure ripped the sky with a final blow, imprisoning the otherworldly ruler and his army into the endless void.
He himself slowly fell amidst the flames, the battlefield turned into ruins, and the world was left with only remnants of flames and a broken sea of stars.
The next instant, all the images began to collapse. The Epoch Battlefield shattered into countless pieces of light before everyone's eyes, as if an ancient history book had been torn to ashes. The outline of the Rubik's Cube was faintly visible behind the broken pieces of light, as if all of this was just a corner of its sealed memory, and the true judgment had just arrived.
The embers of the Epoch Battlefield still floated in the air, and the remnants of the torn memory had not yet dissipated when everyone was momentarily stunned by the overwhelming killing intent. Qin Yu stood at the end of the shattered stone steps, his robes billowing in the scorching wind from the rift in the sky, his brows and eyes cold and stern; Ju Wanning beside him, her aura of the True Annihilation Realm · Peak pressing down on the surroundings like an invisible gray-black cloud.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding light and color became indistinguishable; Ju Anran and Shangguan Xuanchen, both at the Mystic Void Realm · Supreme, fell silent at this moment, as if each was using "Stillness of Mystic Nothingness" to suppress the trembling of their consciousness; Shangguan Lingxiao gripped "Silent Void," the spear trembling slightly, the dripping from the spear tip not being blood, but wisps of invisible residual energy returning to zero, which, upon landing on the ground, gently erased the "once complete" appearance of the stone patterns; the ten Ju Lineage at the pinnacle of the Severed Thought Realm · Supreme and the five cultivators at the Realm Breaking Realm...
The dozen or so Rogue Cultivator who followed were completely stunned. Their gazes were still lingering on the fragments of the epic battle they had just witnessed, the roars of ancient divine beasts and the howls of the otherworldly legions still echoing in their ears. Their minds had not yet returned to normal, but the pressure of reality was already pressing against their throats like a blade.
Because from the crack in the distant sky, colossal shadows were descending. These were not illusions, but true ancient divine beasts, several of them traveling in parallel, all carrying the aura of the "Ultimate Nothingness" of the Mystic Void Realm. Their bodies were not entirely solid, as if they were made of nothingness as bones and desolation as scales. With a flap of their giant wings, the surrounding stardust and fire currents were swirled into rings of transparent vortexes.
There was no sense of "emptiness" in the vortex, only a void that left one's mind with nowhere to anchor it; their pupils were like two inverted abysses, and the moment their gaze fell upon one, one's thoughts would be stripped of their edges, and even the thought of "I want to escape" would be slowed down.
Almost at the same instant they pressed in, Qin Yu suddenly shouted, his voice piercing through the storm and thunder, like a hammer blow striking the depths of everyone's consciousness. "Retreat—retreat!" Only then did some people snap out of their daze, their feet seemingly locked in place by the gravity of the battlefield. Several Realm Breaking Realm Rogue Cultivator just turned around when the void was "silently" torn open; the claws of an ancient divine beast did not even stir up a gust of wind.
Not even a trace of light was cut, yet wherever the claw shadow swept past, the protective divine aura of those cultivators seemed to be drained away, instantly becoming loose. Their bodies and Fate Soul were then torn to shreds, the fragments swallowed by the void vortex before they could even scatter. Even their screams were silenced, leaving only a few faint, pitiful specks of spiritual light flashing and disappearing in the air.
As if no one had ever stood there, the remaining people were now truly terrified. They retreated in a huddled mass, their footsteps making rapid, chaotic sounds on the gravel, like the tide receding towards a precipice.
Just as the chaos was about to escalate into even greater casualties, the coldness in Shangguan Lingxiao's eyes suddenly turned into a blade. He raised his gun and roared, his voice overwhelming all the panic. "Don't mistake this for an illusion! This is the Epoch Battlefield! Fight back or die!" As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a black shadow gliding along the ground, his aura of the True Annihilation Realm · Supreme's pinnacle piercing the "reality" of heaven and earth like a giant cone.
The spear tip pointed directly at the chest of the oncoming ancient divine beast, unleashing the ultimate attack, "Severing Causes - Annihilation Return to the Ruins." The moment the spear tip touched it, there was no roar, no rain of blood, only a faint, chilling ripple of nothingness spreading from the point of contact. Wherever the ripple passed, the ancient divine beast's Mystic Void body seemed to have been erased from the pages of a book; its scales were no longer "firm," its bones no longer "remained," and its giant wings no longer "flared."
Its massive body transformed from a single point into countless fine, shimmering dust particles. These dust particles silently collapsed inward, as if being pulled into an extremely small, extremely black singularity. Even the word "black" seemed superfluous at that Return to the Ruins remained. Thus, an ancient divine beast was erased into nothingness before everyone's very eyes, even its trajectory as if wiped clean. Yet, the momentum of the other ancient divine beasts behind it only increased, the "nothingness" of the Mystic Void Realm churning around them like waves.
The wave surged forth, threatening to engulf everyone in a Space Silence beyond Path of Speech Severed and thought. At this moment, Ju Wanning no longer hesitated. She took a step forward, and the True Annihilation · Peak spread into a gray-black curtain, as thin as gauze, yet it forcefully "swallowed" the oncoming wave of Mystic Void. The wave crashed against it but did not explode; instead, it was like shattered light and shadow, instantly losing its discernible form. She gathered her slender fingers together...
Faint, almost invisible threads of cause and effect emerged from within the curtain. These threads did not sever the other side, but rather forcibly wove together the positions, breaths, heartbeats, and wills of everyone on their side into a single, "establishable coherence," sharpening reactions that had been slowed down by the void. Ju Anran and Shangguan Xuanchen simultaneously activated the "realm" of the Mystic Void Realm, their Stillness of Mystic Nothingness resembling two invisible mirrors.
Adhering to the front and back of everyone, one side reflected the "nothingness" of the approaching ancient divine beast, revealing the outline and boundaries of that Space Silence, corrosive force; the other side suppressed their fear and hesitation even deeper, lest the Mystic Void Wave seize upon any weakness in their minds. The five Realm Breaking Realm cultivators, driven to the brink of despair, still felt the lingering pain of the Severed Realm Imprisoned Soul Pill's slave mark in their chests, yet they dared not hesitate for a moment.
Each unleashed their natal weapons and divine light resembling fragments of their domains, unleashing Realm Breaking force that tore open the boundaries of the surrounding space. This forced the ancient divine beasts to detour through these gaps, creating over a dozen twisted cracks on the battlefield in a mere instant. The cracks gleamed with the cold light of shattered dimensions, even causing the "nothingness" of the Mystic Void Realm to tremble briefly. Amidst the clashing auras of the crowd, Qin Yu remained frighteningly calm. He did not chase after the ethereal wave, but instead stepped directly into its center.
He drew a thin beam of sword light from the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. The light was not dazzling, but it was like a desolate straight line that cut the "cause" itself in two. With the Causeless Disillusionment Sword, he slashed into the ancient divine beast the instant it pounced, severing the bridge between the "cause" and "effect" of the attack into emptiness. The ancient divine beast's claw shadow remained, its power remained, and even its momentum remained, but it seemed to have suddenly forgotten how to reach its target.
The claw shadow grazed past Qin Yu's side, tearing a spatial rift a thousand feet long, but failed to land on any "establishable existence." Then, Qin Yu pointed his left hand, and the Fate Cause Sealing Mirror - Logic Abyss Core from the Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence - Six Severances Seal flashed and disappeared between his fingers, like an invisible mark falling into the "narrative depths" of the battlefield, briefly suppressing the killing logic of those ancient divine beasts into a narrow, "self-revolving" domain.
Their movements showed a barely perceptible sluggishness, but to the powerful, this sluggishness was enough to determine life or death. Taking advantage of this sluggishness, Shangguan Lingxiao charged forward again, his spear leaving a pure black trail. Wherever the trail passed, even flames lost their ability to burn. The second ancient divine beast was struck in the shoulder blade by his spear, and the ethereal ripples spread once more.
The colossal body crumbled into light dust starting from its shoulder blades. The light dust collapsed into a singularity, which vanished in an instant, as if the giant shadow had never appeared on the Epoch Battlefield. The remaining ancient divine beasts were forced back one after another, their roars shattering distant ruined cities and broken pillars. The fire streams in the cracks in the sky were reversed by their roars, and stardust poured down like a torrential rain, falling on the crowd with a dense rustling sound, as if some higher judgment was rapidly approaching.