After the Twenty-Four Judgments shattered, the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall fell into an almost sacred silence. The enormous hall seemed to have lost its weight and floated in the boundless void. The aftershocks of the judgment that had torn the heavens apart had long since sunk into the depths of the earth's veins. Only the "Heart of Buried Thoughts," suspended in the center of the main hall, slowly rotated. It was not like an object, but more like a star core forgotten by the world.
Its entire surface was dim and so deep that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if any gaze would lose its way upon its surface; at that very moment, an ancient and calm voice resounded from the deepest part of the void, without vibrating the air, yet causing the entire Thought Realm to tremble slightly. "You have passed, and you shall receive two supreme treasures." As the voice faded, a crack slowly opened in the almost absolute darkness of the core within the Heart of Buried Thoughts.
Like a sliver of light appearing before the world's Annihilation, an ancient and boundless aura slowly flowed from that crevice. It wasn't energy, but a "primordial echo" more fundamental than energy. Then, the first supreme treasure slowly emerged from that crevice—a drop of "elixir" existing between existence and Does Not Exist. It had no real form, yet it could be clearly perceived.
When it hovered in mid-air, it resembled a solidified vortex of chaos. Deep within the vortex, countless particles of dust slowly came into being and perished, each particle seemingly a universe in the process of birth and destruction. If one's gaze lingered on it for even a moment, one might even have the illusion that one's own existence was being slowly sucked into the vortex. It did not emit light; on the contrary, it devoured light, plunging the surrounding palaces into near-absolute darkness.
Even a shadow cannot exist there, yet if touched with divine sense, one can "see" a color deeper than darkness, more real than nothingness—an indescribable sense of existence, like the primordial color before the creation of the world, like the Primordial shadow before the Great Dao Unborn; the drop of pill floated quietly, neither cold nor hot, neither real nor illusory, until Qin Yu's divine sense touched its edge.
A slight sinking sensation arose within him, as if his soul was being drawn into its depths by a gentle yet irresistible force. The voice echoed once more in the palace, "This is— the Primordial Return to Oblivion Pill." As the words fell, the chaotic vortex within the pill slowly unfolded, as if an ancient law was gently recounting its true meaning.
The Primordial is the origin of the Great Dao, the source point before chaos was divided; Returning to Annihilation is returning to the realm of True Annihilation, returning to the origin that swallowed nothingness; the true meaning of this pill is neither remedy nor cure, but to allow the Fate Soul to undergo a complete reset. When the Fate Soul sinks into it, the repair will be divided into three stages: the first is "Return to the Ruins," where the Fate Soul is completely swallowed by the pill, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. All traces of the user's existence will gradually dissipate, breath, aura, and Fate Soul fluctuations will gradually fade away, until it seems as if it has been erased from the world.
The surrounding void will collapse into an absolute "nothingness," where neither light nor sound can exist; then, entering "Reflection of Truth," when the Fate Soul completely returns to nothingness, the supreme laws of the True Annihilation Realm will be triggered, because the True Annihilation Realm cannot tolerate incompleteness. A faint light will emerge from the depths of the nothingness, like the first ray of dawn before the creation of the world, slowly unfolding into a halo in the nothingness.
Within the halo, the outline of the Fate Soul is re-examined—a shadow of existence more real than reality itself. Finally, entering "rebirth," the Fate Soul is reborn from nothingness, completely restored to its original, complete state. Its aura is purer than before the damage, and there are no longer any cracks on the Fate Soul. At this moment, the elixir transforms into nine streams of chaotic energy that circulate three times around the body before returning to it.
Then it completely dissipated, leaving only a faint echo from the True Annihilation Realm; after the sound disappeared, the Primordial Return to Oblivion Pill still floated there, like a source point sleeping between Between Being and Nonbeing, and Qin Yu and Xiao Yue could clearly sense that this pill did not represent power, but rather a true "return home" for the Fate Soul.
Immediately afterwards, the Heart of Buried Thoughts rotated slightly again, and the second treasure slowly emerged from the crack. Completely different from the first, it was neither an artifact nor a elixir, but a handful of seemingly Does Not Exist gray dust. This dust, like an absolutely still gray speck of light, floated in the void. Each grain was so small as to be invisible, yet so clear as to be impossible to ignore.
As it floated, the entire palace seemed to enter a state of extreme tranquility, even the flow of time slowed down; the voice rang out again. "This is the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust." As the words fell, the handful of gray dust suddenly flowed slowly in mid-air, like an almost imperceptible breeze sweeping across the void. Its existence was extremely peculiar, unlike anything formed by heaven and earth.
It doesn't seem to be crafted; its origin lies in a wisp of Annihilation embers from a cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of the Severed Thought Realm. When a cultivator truly reaches the Ultimate of severing all thoughts and intentions, and the absence of consciousness in the Absolute Thought Realm, their spiritual essence will be like a completely extinguished lamp. In that absolute Emptiness, a trace of lingering attachment from countless reincarnations will spontaneously condense into this tiny speck of dust.
This speck of dust is both the end of the Severed Thought Realm and the beginning of the Realm Breaking Realm; it exists in the sea of consciousness of the one breaking through, normally just a completely still gray speck of light, but when the cultivator truly steps into the crucial moment of breakthrough, it transforms into a wisp of Wind of Realm Breaking; when the one breaking through is in the deepest Absolute Thoughtlessness Realm, they need to use their last bit of instinct to absorb this speck of dust into the core of their consciousness.
At that moment, absolute Space Silence will be shattered, dust will collapse first, compressing all understanding of "nothingness" to its Ultimate, followed by a conceptual collapse. It is not an explosion of power, but the simultaneous tearing apart of the binary boundaries of existence and Does Not Exist, high and low, rules and laws; after the explosion, the original thoughts and consciousness will be completely shattered.
That speck of dust will transform into Wind of Realm Breaking, scattering all fixed forms and reshaping a boundless Realm Breaking sea of the mind. Every cultivator's condensed Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust is unique, because it carries the cultivator's last and deepest desire. If that desire is to protect, then the wind that blows out after Realm Breaking is the wind of protection.
If that desire is destruction, then Realm Breaking is the wind of destruction; it cannot be copied or passed on, for it is essentially a relic and a key to rebirth left to oneself by the cultivator.
When both treasures were fully revealed simultaneously, the entire Thought Burial Heavenly Hall returned to tranquility. The Primordial Return to Oblivion Pill, like a drop of primordial chaos, hung silently in the void, while the handful of Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust floated slowly like a gray star mist. There was no conflict between the two, yet they formed a wondrous balance: one symbolized rebirth after returning to nothingness, and the other symbolized breaking through the Realm Breaking after shattering the Space Silence.
Qin Yu stood in the center of the hall, his robes fluttering slightly. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword hung silently at his side. Gazing at the two supreme treasures before him, the suppressed calm in his eyes finally softened for a moment. Xiao Yue hovered beside his shoulder, her long, star-blue hair swaying gently. She first stared at the drop of light-devouring pill, then turned her head to look at the gray dust cloud.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Little Qinzi... we've really struck gold this time." Qin Yu also couldn't help but exhale softly, a breath that seemed to expel all the fatigue from the bloody battle. He raised his hand and stretched it into the air.
The Primordial Return to Oblivion Pill and the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust approached him gently at the same time, hovering in front of him and Xiao Yue. The two treasures exuded completely different yet equally profound auras, as if they were quietly waiting for their new master.
The void of the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall returned to tranquility. The two supreme treasures floated between Qin Yu and Xiao Yue: a chaotic vortex that devoured light and a patch of absolutely still gray dust. They did not collide, yet maintained an ancient and stable balance in silence. Qin Yu said nothing. He slowly raised his palm, and a dark and profound line suddenly appeared deep between his brows.
The patterns resembled a closed pupil slowly opening, and the outline of the Annihilation Devil Pupil - Final Spirit Core appeared in the void. Inside the pupil, it was like an endless universe of the end slowly rotating. The Primordial Return to Oblivion Pill seemed to sense that aura of the same origin, trembled slightly, and then transformed into an almost imperceptible drop of black light that slid into the pupil of the end.
The moment it entered the spirit core, a new cosmic sea seemed to appear deep within its pupils. The chaotic vortex slowly sank into the deepest primordial layer of that sea, like a primordial seed sealed within the End Era. The pupils then slowly closed, and all auras completely subsided.
Xiao Yue floated gently beside Qin Yu's shoulder, her long, star-blue hair swaying slowly in the void. Looking at the still-suspended gray dust, a flicker of excitement crossed her eyes. Suddenly, she laughed, "Little Qinzi, strike while the iron is hot! Refine this Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust now and break through to the Realm Breaking Realm in one go!" Qin Yu slightly raised his head, looking at the still gray dust, his gaze as calm as a still, deep sea. He nodded gently, "Mm."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in the center of the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall, the Immaculate Silent Origin Stainless Sword resting horizontally on his lap. He was as steady and unmoving as a stone tablet forgotten by heaven and earth. In an instant, the state of mind of Severed Thought Realm · Supreme and intention was extinguished, and Thought Has No Root.
Consciousness ceases, thoughts do not arise. It is a true "emptiness," not the suppression of thought, but the cessation of the right of thought itself to exist. Qin Yu's aura rapidly faded, his breathing gradually became imperceptible, and his body sat quietly in the hall like a soulless statue. Xiao Yue stood aside, not disturbing him, knowing that everything from now on depended on Qin Yu himself.
The Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust was drawn by an invisible force, slowly approaching Qin Yu's brow. It didn't enter, but rather "merged," like a gust of wind gliding into a windless sky. The moment the gray dust touched Qin Yu's brow, the entire Thought Burial Heavenly Hall suddenly froze—not because time stopped, but because time lost its reason to continue flowing.
The first step is to transform dust into the body.
Pulled by Qin Yu's last shred of instinct, the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust and fell into the core of his consciousness. At that very moment, a crack appeared in the absolute Space Silence. The originally thoughtless and mindless sea of his mind suddenly produced an extremely faint fluctuation, like a singularity thrown into a vacuum. An indescribable tremor suddenly appeared deep within Qin Yu's consciousness, as if the entire spiritual universe was being compressed. The void above the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall began to slowly distort, the air became heavy, and the surrounding space seemed to be squeezed towards the center by a giant hand.
The second step is the dust explosion that shatters the boundary.
That speck of dust suddenly collapsed deep within Qin Yu's consciousness. There was no sound, yet there was an invisible roar more shocking than thunder. All his understanding of "nothingness" in the Severed Thought Realm was instantly compressed to its Ultimate, and his entire spiritual universe shrank into a dark singularity. The next instant—an explosion.
It wasn't an explosion of power, but an explosion of concepts.
The boundary between existence and Does Not Exist was instantly shattered. The once clear dividing lines—high and low, inside and outside, rules and chaos—all collapsed. The sky above the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall shattered like a giant pane of glass, countless cracks spreading wildly from Qin Yu's center. Space was torn apart, starlight flowed backward, and the void twisted into a massive vortex. Qin Yu was enveloped by a gray storm—not an air current, but the birth of Wind of Realm Breaking.
The Wind of Realm Breaking began to blow for the first time.
The wind had no direction, yet it shattered all fixed forms. At that moment, countless overlapping images appeared on the ground of the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall, as if countless worlds existed and collapsed simultaneously. Qin Yu's consciousness was completely torn apart in this storm, and his original "Thought-Severing Consciousness" structure was broken into countless fragments, which then re-coalesced at the center of the storm.
The third step Wind Rising and Forms Arising.
As the gray storm gradually subsided, a boundless sea of consciousness slowly emerged. It was not consciousness in the traditional sense, but a more expansive space of existence, without boundaries or a center. The prototype of the Realm Breaking Realm was born.
Just then, the Wind of Realm Breaking surged up again, even more violently than the first time. Qin Yu's aura suddenly soared, and a huge rift was torn open in the void above the palace, with countless galaxies seemingly swirling backwards within the rift's depths. At the eye of the storm, Qin Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a pale gray halo appeared deep within his pupils. That halo was not power, but a transcendence of boundaries.
He achieved the Realm Breaking Realm Initial Stage. However, the breakthrough did not stop there.
The power of the Thoughtless Realm Breaking Dust was still burning. Qin Yu's sea of mind continued to expand, and the Wind of Realm Breaking stirred up huge waves once again. The entire space of the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall began to tremble violently, and the remaining runes of the Thought Realm on the surrounding walls shattered and turned into countless specks of light. The gray storm around Qin Yu spun faster and faster, like a stardust hurricane sweeping across the universe. The aura at the center of the storm continued to rise, and the boundaries were constantly being torn apart.
Suddenly, a deep, muffled rumble came from the depths of the void.
Qin Yu's aura surged once again, Realm Breaking Realm · Middle Stage.
The gray storm slowly subsided, and the Wind of Realm Breaking transformed into a wisp of air that returned to Qin Yu's brow. The space of the Thought Burial Heavenly Hall gradually stabilized, the shattered void healed itself, and only faint gray dust remained drifting around.
Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were even deeper than before, as if they could see through the very structure of space itself. He slowly stood up, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword returned to his palm, and Xiao Yue had already flown to his shoulder, her eyes shining like two stars.
"You did it, Little Qinzi."
Qin Yu exhaled softly, his gaze fixed on the distant void, as if sensing an approaching point in time. He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said calmly:
"Let's go. We've been in this Thoughtless Burial Domain for several days now, and the election of the Lineage is probably getting closer."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it.
Space was torn open in front of his palm, creating a black rift, like a curtain being ripped open. Qin Yu stepped into the rift, Xiao Yue followed closely behind, transforming into a streak of star-blue light.
The void closed again in the next instant, Thought Burial Heavenly Hall once more fell into eternal silence.