Striking Back at the Mystic Axe, Deconstructing the Source

The moment the giant axe tore through the sky, it was as if heaven and earth were cleaved apart by an incomparably heavy force. Even before the axe blade truly fell, the terrifying shockwaves erupting from its edge pressed down on the Shi Lin like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

One after another, the massive stone pillars around them crumbled, sending rubble flying into the sky. The entire space seemed to have been ripped open like an abyss by this attack.

Shen Qingchen's eyes suddenly darkened. Without any hesitation, he slammed his palms together, his Fate Soul trembled violently, and a deep blue light screen exploded from his palms.

"Boom--!" The light curtain suddenly fell like a huge ancient bell, enveloping Qin Yu and his entire body.

The moment the defensive divine power was activated, the surrounding space seemed to be compressed into layers of transparent crystal walls. Tens of thousands of spiritual patterns flowed rapidly on the surface of the light screen, forming a dense defensive array, like a giant dome made of runes.

The violent axe wind crashed down on the light barrier, causing the entire defensive shield to tremble violently. The cyan runes rippled outwards like waves, emitting a piercing roar.

Shen Qingchen let out a muffled groan, and the void beneath his feet collapsed several feet, but the light barrier still held on tightly.

At that moment, Qin Yu's gaze suddenly turned icy, and he slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips making a light stroke.

The next instant—"Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence · Six Severances Seal." The Fate Soul power within Qin Yu's body erupted with a thunderous roar, like a galaxy surging backward.

The First Seal – Fate Cause Sealing Mirror, Logic Abyss Core! Space suddenly began to distort violently.

Shen Qingchen felt as if the world around him suddenly changed, as if the entire world had been folded into countless layers of mirrors.

"Buzz--!"

Thousands upon thousands of mirror cracks suddenly appeared in the void, transforming all space into an endless sea of mirrors, each reflecting the trajectory of the giant axe's cleaving. Within the mirrors, countless chains of causal light slowly emerged, and silver-white chains of propositional light extended from the depths of the void, binding the descending axe light like chains.

In the center of the Mirror Sea, a dark blue star core slowly condensed, within which flowed terrifying thematic runes, as if all the cause and effect logic in the world was compressed into it.

The next instant, the Mirror Sea suddenly spun around with a "BOOM--!"

Countless mirrors simultaneously erupted with dazzling blue light. The falling axe light was continuously replicated, folded, and disassembled within the mirrors. The power contained within the axe blade seemed to be sucked into the depths of the mirror sea, gradually freezing.

A deep, Ultimate sound echoed between heaven and earth, as if the gears of time had been forcibly locked shut.

The old man's terrifying axe strike was abruptly halted in mid-air for a moment, causing Shen Qingchen's pupils to shrink slightly.

He witnessed firsthand how the space around the axe light was enveloped by layers of mirrors, and the power contained within the axe was being forcibly sealed off.

However, the Mystic Void Realm · Middle Stage cultivator merely watched coldly, a hint of disdain on his lips. "Hmph."

The old man snorted coldly. "Two little brats. They actually managed to block one of my axe blows."

He slowly raised his giant axe, his inner energy surging dramatically. "Then take another blow from this old man!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man suddenly took a step forward, and the void shattered instantly.

The giant axe in his hand unleashed an even more terrifying power than before, with black energy churning on the blade like raging waves, turning the entire sky pitch black with its axe light.

"Boom--!" The second axe fell with a thud, even more violent than the first. Wherever the axe light passed, space was torn apart like cloth.

At that moment, Qin Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold. He stopped using the Six Severances Seal to defend and slowly brought Qin Yu two fingers together.

It was as if fingertips had picked up an invisible speck of light. The next instant—"The Unnamed Initial Silence." Heaven and earth suddenly stood still, as if time had been instantly severed by an invisible hand.

The instant Qin Yu gently pointed his finger forward, the entire universe seemed to be erased into a blank page.

The trajectory of the falling giant axe, the explosive power of the axe light, and even the old man's axe-wielding movements all froze at that moment.

Qin Yu slightly twirled his fingertips, and the falling giant axe seemed to be gently deflected by an incomprehensible force.

The axe light, originally aimed at Qin Yu and Shen Qingchen, suddenly reversed direction. "Whoosh—!"

The space suddenly trembled, and the terrifying axe light was forcibly deflected, the axe blade drawing a twisted arc.

It struck straight at the Mystic Void Realm elder with even greater speed than it had come, causing the elder's pupils in the sky to suddenly contract.

The shock in the old man's eyes was quickly suppressed. He slowly steadied himself, his hand gripping the giant axe tightening slightly, the aftershocks of the rebound still lingering on the axe blade.

He stared intently at Qin Yu, his gaze seeming to want to dissect Qin Yu, his tone low and chilling. "Who exactly are you? How could you possess such supernatural powers?"

Qin Yu stood in the void, his expression calm to the point of indifference, yet a hint of cold light flickered in his eyes. He gently raised his gaze to the old man, a cold smile slowly curving his lips.

"Who I am is not important." Qin Yu's voice was extremely soft, yet it was like an incomparably sharp knife slicing through the air.

"The important thing is—" His hand slowly moved to the hilt of his sword at his waist. "You will die by my sword."

The air fell silent for a moment. The old man was startled at first, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahahaha--!"

Laughter echoed through the Shi Lin, reverberating like rolling thunder, making the entire space buzz.

The old man's laughter suddenly stopped, and his eyes instantly turned fierce. "Arrogant brat."

He slowly raised the giant axe in his hand, his aura gradually surging. "You're just a mere Realm Breaking Realm."

"Those two axe blows just now were merely casually delivered with my primal power."

His voice suddenly turned low and dangerous. "Since you're so confident..." "Then what's next—"

The old man suddenly raised his giant axe high above his head. "Let's test my supernatural powers and see if you can catch it." Suddenly, the world fell silent.

In the next instant, the old man's figure seemed to merge with the giant axe, "Mystic Axe— " "Cannot Be Cleaved."

The moment the sound faded, there was no tremor in the heavens and earth, no light, no killing intent, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

But Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, because at that very moment, a strange mist suddenly appeared on the blade of the giant axe.

The fog was colorless and odorless, seemingly Does Not Exist. Yet Qin Yu could clearly sense it.

It was the residue left after a certain concept had been stripped away. It was the concept of "being able to be split open," the old man said, slowly swinging his axe.

The movements were extremely slow, like an axe blade slicing through the air without making a sound.

There was no light, but a strange crack suddenly appeared in the void.

The crack didn't resemble a spatial rift; it was more like a logical wound, as if an axe blade had fallen.

In that instant, Qin Yu felt as if his existence was being locked onto by something.

It's not about the body or the soul, but rather the concept of "whether one can be split in two."

The axe wasn't meant to cleave him in two, but rather to sever the very nature of his being "capable of being cleaved."

Shen Qingchen's expression changed instantly. He almost instinctively felt a sense of terror because once this axe fell...

Qin Yu will not be split in two, but will become a paradoxical entity that can never be divided.

To be forever whole yet forever incomplete is a state more terrifying than death.

Shen Qingchen gritted his teeth, "Brother Qin!" He suddenly formed hand seals, and his Fate Soul surged wildly within him. "Boom--!"

A massive cyan array suddenly unfolded beneath their feet, with countless runes emerging from the void and binding the surrounding space like chains.

"Soul-Protecting Heavenly Mirror Array!" A cyan light screen suddenly rose up. At the same time, Qin Yu's gaze turned completely cold.

He raised his right hand and slowly closed his palm. "Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence." "Six Severances Seal." First Seal: Fate Cause Sealing Mirror - Logic Abyss Core.

The void shattered once more, and countless mirrors appeared between heaven and earth. This time...

The mirror no longer reflects the axe's light, but rather the "concept." In the center of the mirror sea, a deep blue propositional star core reappears.

Countless silver chains of cause and effect extended from the star core, directly wrapping around the paradoxical axe light.

But the next moment something terrifying happened: the axe light was not blocked, because it wasn't striking with force.

It was a concept. "Boom--!" The axe light fell. The cyan light screen shattered instantly, and Shen Qingchen was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The mirror sea in front of Qin Yu also twisted violently in that instant as the axe struck into it.

There were no cracks or breaks, yet all the mirrors simultaneously became blurry, as if they "should have been cleaved in two."

Yet, instead of being cleaved apart, the entire space instantly fell into a strange superimposed state, and Qin Yu felt his body suddenly become somewhat illusory.

It wasn't that he disappeared, but rather that his presence was distorted; his palm briefly exhibited two states.

With one state of "complete" and the other of "already split open" superimposed, Shen Qingchen's face turned pale.

"Brother Qin... what kind of supernatural power is this..." Qin Yu frowned slightly and slowly exhaled.

The core of the Six Severances Seal was frantically repairing the altered logic, a moment later.

The bizarre superposition was finally forcibly suppressed, and Qin Yu steadied himself, but his blood and qi were still churning in his chest.

Shen Qingchen's mouth was bleeding, and both of them were clearly injured. In the distance, the old man held a giant axe, his eyes showing genuine shock.

"It actually blocked it..." he murmured to himself, then his eyes suddenly became even more crazed.

"Good." "Very good." "It seems I've really run into two interesting little kids today."

The giant axe slowly rose, and the atmosphere became oppressive once more.

The old man's smile vanished completely, and his cloudy eyes now gleamed with an extremely dangerous light. He slowly raised his giant axe, the blade drawing a heavy arc in the air. The atmosphere above the entire Shi Lin suddenly became extremely oppressive, as if the heavens and earth themselves were holding their breath.

"Since you were able to block the first axe..." the old man's voice was low and cold, "Then let's see if you can block this one."

He slowly gripped the giant axe with both hands, and then closed his eyes.

In that instant, there was no burst of oppressive power, no surge of spiritual energy, and even the air currents stopped flowing.

The old man seemed to be searching for something, and suddenly countless tiny points of light appeared on the axe blade.

Those points of light were extremely faint, floating in the void like dust, but Qin Yu sensed something was wrong immediately.

Because those points of light are not power but targets; each point of light is a projection of something in the surrounding world that can be attacked.

The Qin Yu Shen Qingchen the Shi Lin, even the floating pebbles and the flowing scent, all projected faint coordinates onto the axe blade.

The old man closed his eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"Found it." The giant axe slowly rose. "The Mystic Axe— " "Cleave What Cannot Be Cleaved."

The axe fell without light or wind, and even space itself wasn't torn apart; this axe wasn't aimed at Qin Yu.

Instead, it was aimed at a specific point in the void, which was precisely Qin Yu's Fate Soul coordinates at the "attack targeting level".

The axe blade fell gently without any unusual phenomenon, but Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because in that instant, he suddenly felt himself being excluded from the entire battlefield.

His existence remained in his body, still real, but an extremely strange thing happened.

Shen Qingchen instinctively raised his hand, intending to unleash his supernatural power, but just as the power was about to lock onto the old man...

The attack automatically deviated as if the heavens and earth themselves refused to define the old man as a target.

No, it wasn't the old man, it was Qin Yu. Qin Yu suddenly discovered something even more terrifying; he tried to lock onto the old man.

But the moment his divine sense locked onto the opponent, the lock shattered, as if his attack couldn't find a target at all.

Even more bizarrely, when Qin Yu tried to raise his hand, the attack automatically fell into the void the instant he was about to strike.

He is incapable of attacking anyone; any hostility, any murderous intent, any intention to attack automatically deflects before reaching its target.

It was as if he had been banished from the entire "battle" itself, and a strange area slowly formed in the surrounding space.

It was a realm without direction; anyone who entered it would instantly lose their sense of up, down, left, and right.

Unable to lock onto, unable to target, and unable to attack, the old man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze towards Qin Yu filled with mockery.

"This axe..." "chops the target itself." "From this day forward—" "You can neither attack others, nor be attacked by anyone."

He chuckled softly. "You will be forever banished from the battle." "Forever a bystander." The air Ji Ran at that very moment...

Qin Yu suddenly whispered, "Brother Shen." Shen Qingchen was startled, but Qin Yu's voice was unusually calm.

"I have a way to completely turn the tables on this person." Shen Qingchen's pupils contracted. Qin Yu continued to transmit his voice. "Give that Blank Dao Scroll— "

"Open a corner slightly." "Just a little bit." Shen Qingchen didn't hesitate at all; he almost instinctively trusted Qin Yu.

The next instant, Shen Qingchen suddenly raised his hand, and "Buzz--!" A snow-white light unfolded in the void.

It was an extremely strange Daoist scroll, entirely white, without any text or patterns, and even the concept of "blank" seemed to have been swallowed up by it.

It was like a Wordless Heavenly Book Blank Dao Scroll, a book of heavenly writing, left behind before the birth of heaven and earth. Shen Qingchen's Realm Breaking Realm origin surged within him.

He held up the scroll with both hands and slowly unfurled it—just a corner, and in an instant, it seemed as if a layer of the rules of heaven and earth had been erased.

The air became hollow, cause and effect became blurred, and even the flow of time seemed to have been smeared. The Blank Dao Scroll did not record any laws.

Because any law seems shallow in comparison to it, it has only one function.

The instant that corner unfolded, a small piece of the entire battlefield's rules was gently erased, including...

A cold glint flashed in Qin Yu's eyes at the "target exile rule" established by the old man's axe strike.

The next instant, his figure vanished without a lock or direction, because he hadn't locked onto a target at all.

Qin Yu transformed into a pure, fleeting afterimage of speed, rushing directly into the old man's Shi Lin, a black shadow tearing through the air.

Qin Yu's aura suddenly erupted, and the world seemed to be re-anchored by a terrifying will, causing the old man's pupils to suddenly contract.

He suddenly realized that Qin Yu could attack him again, and Qin Yu's speed was ridiculously fast.

In almost the blink of an eye, the figure appeared before him. Qin Yu slowly raised his hand, his eyes flashing with a cold light like swords.