The black water surged, and the aura of the seven-headed dragon went completely berserk at this moment.
From the void where the two heads were severed, an extremely strange primal fluctuation began to seep out. It was not a loss of power, but "the emptiness after existence was cut off," and this emptiness was devouring all the cause and effect around it.
The central leader suddenly raised its head, while the other six heads roared simultaneously, unleashing an extremely primal and violent intent to devour Fate Soul from its body!
"Devour Fate—Return to the Abyss!!" Boom!!! The entire lotus pond collapsed instantly, not in a physical sense, but the flow of all "life" was forcibly rewritten.
Between heaven and earth, invisible threads of Fate Soul appeared. The lingering Fate Soul of countless cultivators who had died here was forcibly dragged out and transformed into twisted rays of light, all converging towards the evil dragon's body.
That wasn't absorption, but rather—"returning to the source and annexing." All lives were destined for it, and at this moment, Qin Yu became the center, an irresistible force directly affecting the depths of his Fate Soul.
It's not about tearing apart the physical body or invading the sea of consciousness, but about dragging all of his "past destinies" into the evil dragon's body.
His past, present, and future; his cultivation, karma, naming, and even—the very existence of "Qin Yu".
Everything was being stripped away little by little. At the same time, the second dragon head suddenly raised its head, and its eyes changed abruptly! The left eye turned into absolute black.
The right eye transformed into pure white, manifesting a black and white rotating Tai Chi symbol. "Existence and Nonexistence Both Extinguished, the dragon's mouth opened slightly, and a wisp of black and white mist slowly exhaled."
It had no speed, yet it covered the heavens and earth in an instant upon its appearance; wherever the mist passed, the world began to "flicker." The black water suddenly disappeared.
The next instant, lightning seemed to explode, but then vanished as if it had never appeared. Spatial cracks appeared and disappeared intermittently, and even the fact that the space was "shattered" could not be stabilized.
Qin Yu's figure also began to fluctuate, one moment real, the next transparent, and then almost imperceptible. His existence was being torn apart between "existence" and "non-existence".
Each flicker is a tearing apart at the level of the Fate Soul; it is not pain, but the collapse of "the inability to define oneself."
The power of devouring life is drawing him away from his destiny, while the breath of existence is denying the very foundation of his being. This double superposition is enough to directly obliterate the Supreme Mystic Void.
However, Qin Yu stood there without moving. The next moment, he smiled very lightly, but with a coldness that came from seeing through everything.
"You think..." He slowly raised his sword. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword emitted an extremely deep hum at that moment. "Life, existence, non-existence..." "are levels that you can touch?"
With that one step he took, heaven and earth stopped—not suppressed, but rearranged. (From "The Silent Ring: Return to the Abyss Diagram")
Boom!!! A ring unfolded beneath his feet, invisible yet instantly covering the entire battlefield.
All cause and effect—reversed. All destinies—rewritten. All definitions of "existence" and "non-existence"—
The collapse was not a denial, but a "retraction." The black and white mist, having just touched this area, suddenly stopped.
Then it began to flow backwards, not backwards, but rewritten as "never leaving the dragon's mouth," the power to devour life.
The moment the thread that had just drawn Qin Yu's Fate Soul away broke, it reversed direction and pierced into the evil dragon itself.
The seven evil dragons trembled simultaneously! The flow of their Fate Soul became disordered.
It was as if the "devoured destiny" that should have belonged to Qin Yu had instead become a reverse cause, invading their own origin.
Qin Yu slowly raised his sword, the second strike already completed, "The Causeless Disillusionment Sword." There was no sword light, no trajectory.
But the moment this sword fell, the "cause" of the entire battlefield was erased, along with the dragon's supernatural powers.
Without a "starting point," the Life-Devouring Technique loses its source, and the Breath of Existence loses its definition.
They are still functioning, but they no longer have a "reason to exist." Boom!!!! Inside the Seven-Headed Dragon.
At the same time, a violent backlash erupted! The black and white mist instantly dissipated. The life-devouring flow surged back to its source!
Its seven dragon heads simultaneously let out a blood-rending roar! And Qin Yu, with a single, devastating sword strike, was already annihilated before the sword even stopped.
As it began to crumble, the dragon's eye suddenly lost focus in the one closest to the center of the seven poems.
The next instant, it began to crumble from its very core; there was no breakage, no flesh and blood, it simply "could no longer exist."
Boom!!! The third dragon head was completely annihilated! The remaining six heads retreated frantically.
For the first time, what Qin Yu saw was not just fear, but utterly out-of-control horror. Qin Yu in the void, his sword hanging low, his aura silent yet like the end of all laws.
"Your so-called supernatural powers," he said calmly, "are nothing more than things within my karma—" "You're courting death."
The six-headed dragon trembled violently in the void, and the void annihilation marks from its broken parts continued to spread, as if an abyss was slowly gnawing at its body. Its primordial aura leaked out wildly, and the laws of the entire lotus pond began to become disordered. Black water surged back, and lightning cracked, as if this world could no longer bear its existence.
One of the dragon heads suddenly roared, its voice filled with barely suppressed fear and madness. "Big brother... we can't delay any longer!"
Another dragon head followed closely behind, its voice shrill and piercing. "This human... cannot be bound by cause and effect, Non-Existence be defined! A moment's delay, and all six of us... would be annihilated!"
Their Fate Soul fluctuations had begun to become disordered, a sign of an unstable origin and disordered cause and effect. The largest dragon head in the middle slowly raised.
For the first time, an extremely suppressed determination surfaced deep within the dragon's eyes. It stared intently at Qin Yu, its voice so low it seemed to be dragged from the very end of an era:
"Humans..." it said, enunciating each word clearly. "It was you who forced us to this." The next instant, its aura completely collapsed, not dissipating, but actively incinerating.
Boom!!!! All six evil dragons roared to the sky simultaneously!
All the scales on the dragon's body exploded instantly, and the remnants of the Fate Soul sealed within each scale were forcibly ignited at this moment, turning into wisps of crimson and pitch-black primordial flames that frantically poured into its body.
That was the Fate Soul fire obtained from devouring all living beings, the foundation upon which it ascended to the pinnacle of Mystic Void Supreme realm, and now it was all burning.
The dragon's body began to swell, its bones rumbled, and its flesh tore apart.
On the six dragon heads, the originally different forms began to twist, merge, and tear apart, as if forcibly evolving into a higher-level "unified calamity form".
The space could not withstand the pressure and collapsed directly. Most of the water in the lotus pond was forcibly evaporated, revealing the abyss base below, piled with endless corpses.
Between heaven and earth, only one Calamity Dragon God remained, burning with its very essence.
The fourth dragon head suddenly raised its head, and lightning surged in its eyes, but that lightning was not heavenly lightning, but cause and effect itself.
Countless threads appear, intertwine, break, and regenerate within its pupils; each thread represents the "origin and destination" of some being.
It opened its mouth but made no sound, yet a colorless, transparent bolt of lightning roared forth! "Causality's Return to the Ruins."
Where the lightning struck, there was no destruction or collapse, but in that instant, an endless sea of cause and effect appeared behind Qin Yu.
Countless threads extended from behind him, connecting the past and the future, connecting all the people and events he had experienced. Thunder struck directly on these threads.
Snap. The first one broke. In that instant, in some distant world, a being who had once crossed paths with Qin Yu suddenly froze, a look of confusion flashing in its eyes.
"... Who is he?" Crack! Crack! Crack! Countless threads of cause and effect shattered simultaneously! Each break emitted a dazzling golden light, a struggle of fate, a lament of destiny.
But—unable to stop it, Qin Yu's existence began to be "forgotten by the world," not erased, but "lost its reason." His connection with heaven and earth was rapidly severing.
The causal relationship between him and all worlds was crumbling inch by inch, and even his own consciousness experienced a moment of blankness. "I..." "Why do I exist?"
At that very moment, the fifth dragon head suddenly opened its eyes, revealing countless characters and forms, projections of all the names and appearances of the myriad realms, which swirled wildly within them.
A gust of wind silently appeared from the dragon's mouth, colorless and formless, yet the moment it appeared, the "description" of heaven and earth began to collapse.
"Name and Form in Eternal Silence." The wind blows, and Qin Yu's outline begins to blur; his name, in this world, begins to fade away.
The remaining corpses in the distance instinctively "looked" at him, but in the next instant, they lost their senses, as if the things before them had never been defined.
Qin Yu's own consciousness began to waver. The name "Qin Yu" became unfamiliar, and his face began to fade in his perception.
His facial features lost their definition, and his body became unstable. He was being stripped away into "the indescribable thing." The wind continued to blow, and in the world, all "definitions" began to crumble.
Mountains were no longer mountains, water was no longer water, dragons were no longer dragons, even the concept of "battle" was crumbling. An entire region had been completely transformed.
The Realm of Formless: those who step into it will lose all self-awareness; they exist, yet cannot speak; they perceive, yet cannot confirm.
In the center of this region, Qin Yu's figure almost disappeared, as if he was about to fall into the abyss of "Nameless Formless".
The six evil dragons roared simultaneously, their primal energy burning even more violently; they no longer held back.
At this moment, Qin Yu must be completely stripped away from cause and effect, from existence, and from cognition, leaving only the intertwining of these three annihilating forces in the world.
Cause and effect are severed, names and forms collapse, existence is shaken, and Qin Yu stands at the center of it all, as if he is about to... completely disappear.
Qin Yu in the center of that Formless realm where Causal Severance and names and forms collapsed. His outline had become blurred, and his name was being forgotten by heaven and earth.
His existence flickers between being and non-being, as if in the next instant he will fall completely into that "unspeakable" abyss.
But at that very moment, he smiled—a very faint smile, yet it stood out remarkably clearly in this world that had lost its "definition."
It seemed that even the phrase "Name and Form in Eternal Silence" could not strip away this trace of will. He slowly raised his hand, and something appeared in his palm.
It was not a "mirror," nor any object that could be defined; it had no form, no luster, and not even a "sense of existence."
It seemed like a barely perceptible gap in the void, or a wisp of smoke about to dissipate.
When you try to gaze at it, it is no longer there, only a lingering echo of "having seen something that is not real" deep in your soul.
The Emberless Mirror —the moment it appeared, the world... fell silent. This silence wasn't a halt, but rather, "The rules were seen through."
The "Causality's Return to the Ruins Lightning" that had been crashing down on Qin Yu suddenly paused, and the causal threads that were breaking—
Within the "reflection" of the mirror, it began to... dissipate, not to recover, not to reorganize, but to "lose its necessity."
It was as if they had never needed to exist from the very beginning. The black and white mist continued to surge, and the power of "Existence and Nonexistence Both Extinguished" dragged everything into a state of neither existence nor non-existence.
But the moment the mist touched the aura of the Emberless Mirror, it disintegrated—not because it was suppressed, but because it had "nothing to cling to."
Because the Emberless Mirror does not belong to "existence" or "non-existence." It is neither existence nor Does Not Exist; it is "the remnant of existence before it was conceived."
At this moment, Qin Yu's consciousness was not absorbing or using it, but rather "merging" into it.
Silent Illumination: Rule Deconstruction. In the universe, all laws, thunder, black water, cause and effect, names and forms are like bubbles in his perception.
Layer by layer, the layers collapsed, and Jizhao's cognition ascended to a higher dimension. His consciousness no longer distinguished between friend and foe, existence and non-existence, or even "Qin Yu".
Only a wisp of the purest awareness remains, illuminating the origin of everything that has yet to take shape.
In that moment of silent illumination, he "saw" something, not with his eyes, not with his soul, but through "recollection."
All of this had never been separated. The next moment, he opened his eyes and the world shook violently! "Causality's Return to the Ruins"? Qin Yu raised his hand and gently brushed it away.
The colorless lightning simply... vanished—not because it was blocked, not because it was broken through, but because it "never struck in the first place."
"Existence and Nonexistence Both Extinguished?" His gaze shifted slightly, and the black and white mist collapsed with a roar. It was no longer "neither existence nor non-existence," but rather even the concept of "chaos" had lost its foundation.
To simply relegate it to "never happened" and "Name and Form in Eternal Silence"? Qin Yu stood there, his name, his form, his existence no longer needing to be defined.
Because he was the one who defined the six evil dragons before they froze simultaneously, their dragon eyes trembling violently, their supernatural powers no longer failed but were simply impossible to establish.
Qin Yu slowly raised his sword. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword was no longer just a sword at this moment, but "the manifestation of the origin of Annihilation".
He spoke, his voice soft, yet seemingly emanating from the very source of all existence: "You burned away your very essence—" "and yet you were merely... struggling within the very thoughts that had not yet arisen within me."
The next instant, the sword fell—"the Undefined Destruction Sword." There was no sword light, no trajectory, but in the world, all "definitions" shattered in an instant.
The six-headed dragons trembled simultaneously! Their existence was rendered meaningless by this single sword strike.
The first collapse wasn't shattered, but rather "unspeakable." The second vanished; even the memory of "having existed" began to fade.
The third song plunged into nothingness, but even "nothingness" couldn't contain it. The fourth, the fifth, and so on... Annihilation. Boom!!!!
The entire world suddenly seemed to be half empty, as if a large chunk of the world had been forcibly removed.
Only the last one remained, the largest dragon head in the center, frozen there, its body trembling violently.
For the first time, true despair appeared in Qin Yu's pupils. He sheathed his sword, took a step forward, and stood before it.
He didn't make another move, but simply watched it quietly, as if observing an "endgame" about to be erased.
The world was silent, with only one person and one dragon remaining. The true end had not yet come; only one song remained between heaven and earth.
The black waters have receded, the thunder has ceased, and the lotus pond that once devoured all living beings is now nothing but ruins and emptiness, as if a cause and effect had been forcibly torn apart, losing the meaning of continuing.
Qin Yu in the void, his robes fluttering slightly. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword hung in his hand, undisturbed by any ripples. The only remaining dragon head slowly rose.
Within the enormous dragon's eyes, the bloodshot veins no longer held savagery or fury, but rather a... bewilderment on the verge of collapse.
It stared at Qin Yu, its voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of its shattered Fate Soul, "How... how did you do that...?"
The dragon's eyes trembled slightly. "You are merely... the Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme." "And we... the Mystic Void Realm · Supreme." Its voice gradually became hoarse.
It was as if he were questioning, or seeking confirmation from some higher being. "Why..." "Why... could you have killed me so badly..."
Qin Yu watched it quietly, showing no immediate urgency, as if the battle was already over. Only... the "answer" remained.
He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet seemingly descending from the heavens above. "The boundary walls are shattered, dimensions are Return to the Ruins."
"All tangible constraints and intangible principles can be broken in one fell swoop." His gaze fell lightly on the dragon's head.
"The way to Realm Breaking is not about high or low, inside or outside." " Nor is it about what you call 'realm'." The void trembled slightly.
His words seemed to rewrite the understanding of heaven and earth. "You ask me why I could kill you."
"Non-Self stronger than you. It's that everything you uphold—"—has been inferior to the path I established from the very beginning."
He gently raised his sword, but before it was drawn, the dragon's Fate Soul trembled once more. "You have nine heads, and you claim to be the ultimate Mystic Void."
"But little did I know..." "The essence of Mystic Void should be one." "And you, you split it into nine."
His voice grew increasingly low and slow, yet it was like an invisible blade, dissecting the other's very essence layer by layer.
"Each of the nine heads adheres to its own path," "The nine paths check and balance each other," "The nine rules form a self-contained division."
"You think this is the Supreme." "But little do you know..." "This is precisely the beginning of its collapse."
In the void, nine broken tracks seemed to vaguely emerge, disconnected from each other, repelling each other, and unable to Return to One.
"The true Mystic Void should be without division." "And you—" "have already collapsed within yourself."
Qin Yu's gaze darkened slightly, his tone turning even colder. "My Realm Breaking..." "Does not mean breaking through all realms..." "But rather—breaking through your 'beliefs'."
"With each of my swords, I do not strike your form." "I strike only the principles you uphold." "When the rules you cling to are inherently unstable."
"When the foundation upon which you stand has already crumbled," your so-called "realm" is nothing more than a ruin that has not yet collapsed.
He paused slightly at the last sentence, his voice barely audible, yet penetrating to the Fate Soul: "Where my sword goes, it merely returns to its rightful silence."
The heavens and earth fell silent, without a single ripple. The dragon's head listened quietly, no longer arguing, no longer roaring. In its pupils, the last trace of madness remained.
It slowly dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.
It finally saw it, not Qin Yu before it, but itself: the Nine-Headed Dao, its origin split, its rules mutually exclusive.
The so-called Supreme Mystic Void is merely based on the premise that it has "never been questioned".
When all of this was revealed by a single sword strike, it was already defeated. The dragon's head slowly lowered, and its massive body ceased to struggle and resist.
As if shedding an age-old obsession, it suddenly laughed—not a sound, but a kind of... self-mockery at the level of its Fate Soul.
"So..." "I was never... truly whole." The next instant, it closed its eyes, and its inner essence suddenly ignited.
There was no outbreak, no counterattack, no destruction; it was simply a "return," as it voluntarily ignited everything within itself.
Fate Soul, cause and effect, origin, existence—layer by layer, they vanish into nothingness, inch by inch, returning to Annihilation.
There was no struggle, no pain; it was as if they were simply returning what did not belong to them to this world.
Finally, the last dragon head slowly dissipated silently, Wuhen, and without return in the void.
Only Qin Yu remained standing silently above the lotus pond, as if he had never experienced any of this, while the world around him...
As if at that moment, I let out a soft sigh of relief.