The southernmost region of the Endless Abyss, the Mystic Realm Definition Ruins.
When Qin Yu stepped into the edge of this realm, the world no longer possessed the meaning of "heaven and earth". What he saw before him was not mountains and rivers, nor starry sky, but layers of "definition light domains" that flowed continuously, covered each other and devoured each other, as if the whole world was not constructed, but was in a state of "not yet completed".
The light of spring, like ripples of azure, continuously blooms in the void, repeatedly revealing and erasing the will of all things to sprout; the light of summer, like a river of crimson flames, is intense and violent, each surge carrying the aftershocks of spatial rupture.
The autumn light is like a sharp blade, cutting through all existing structures and causing everything to collapse. The winter light is the most terrifying, as deep as ink, freezing all concepts as it passes, even suppressing "change" itself to its Limit.
The four light domains are not separate, but rather constantly rotate, overlap, and erode within the entire realm. One moment it is the burgeoning of spring, the next it is the desolate collapse of autumn, and in the blink of an eye, the entire space has sunk into silent winter. Each rotation rewrites the "mode of existence" of this place.
In the void, countless fragments of shattered realms floated slowly. These fragments were not physical entities, but rather "Dao Path" once opened up by cultivators but torn apart by this place. Undiminished will still lingered on them, some even repeating an unfinished breakthrough.
Some were replaying their final blow before death, like torn pages of a book, drifting in the field of light, only to be completely erased in the next instant, as if they had never existed.
There was no ground beneath their feet.
That was a strange realm known as the "Mystic Void Sea of Odd Fragments," seemingly calm on the surface, yet the moment it was touched, it would distort the very existence of the one who stepped inside. Some had taken a step here, only to find their shadows falling into the abyss first; others, upon bowing their heads...
Seeing one's "past" being pulled away from beneath one's feet, a slight misstep could drag one directly into that undefinable void.
Within the vast emptiness, four "invisible pillars" stand faintly. They have no physical form, yet they truly exist across all dimensions. The Spring Life Pillar constantly rewrites the definition of life, reviving the withered and decaying in the process; the Summer Flame Pillar, on the other hand, incinerates all stable structures, dragging existence into continuous collapse.
The Autumn Breaker Cause Splitting and Time, breaking all connections into countless isolated fragments; the Winter Silent Realm Separates the most silent, yet most terrifying, freezing all "change" and causing existence to stagnate at an inescapable end.
Only in the deepest part was there a completely silent area, devoid of light, sound, and any rotation of light.
That place seemed to be the only "origin" in the entire Mystic Realm Definition Ruins that had not been rewritten, like the only stable core in all the chaos, and also a forbidden zone that all cultivators instinctively avoided.
At the very edge of this strange realm, dozens of figures and twenty cultivators at the Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme had already gathered.
Seven experts at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage.
They stood apart, yet maintained a subtle balance of vigilance and unity; each person suppressed their aura, yet was ready to erupt at any moment.
One of the cultivators at the Realm Breaking Realm had a solemn expression, his gaze constantly scanning the surroundings, and his voice was low. "This place... how could it be so strange?"
The other person snorted coldly, but couldn't hide the apprehension in their eyes. "It's not that it's strange, it's that this place doesn't belong to a normal realm at all. The rules here aren't fixed, but... fluid."
A cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage slowly raised his hand, attempting to extend a wisp of divine sense. However, the moment he touched the void, he abruptly withdrew his hand, his expression changing drastically. "No, the 'sense' itself here is rewritten. What I just sensed wasn't the reality of this place, but... what it made me see."
"You mean, this place can even interfere with cognition?" "Not interfere, it rewrites it."
The other person's voice was low, carrying an undisguised chill. "I just saw a path, but when I looked again, it was Does Not Exist... yet I remember seeing it before."
A cultivator clad in tattered armor said in a deep voice, "When I first stepped into this place, I was clearly standing within the Spring Awakening Light Domain, but in the blink of an eye, the energy within my body was judged to be 'Autumnal Absolute,' and I almost collapsed on the spot."
Someone sneered, but with unease. "Heh... I did see a stable place, but by the time I wanted to go there, it had turned into a desolate, dead zone. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I probably would have been frozen there."
"This place... is definitely not a place for fighting." "That's right."
A cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm spoke slowly, his tone extremely solemn. "This is not a contest of strength, but a contest of who can maintain their existence even when the rules are constantly being rewritten."
In an instant, everyone fell silent as the wind ceased to blow and the light shifted with the changing seasons; everything was constantly being reconstructed.
Before the discussion had subsided, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the void of the Mystic Realm Definition Ruins without warning. The crack did not spread, but the moment it appeared, the entire Four Seasons Light Domain froze. Spring ceased to sprout, summer's heat stopped surging, autumn's austere sharpness halted in mid-air, and winter's desolate chill briefly solidified.
As if some higher being had forcibly paused this ever-changing realm for a moment, then the crack silently tore open, and two figures slowly stepped out from within.
The first figure was tall and slender, draped in a long, greyish-white robe. The robe was plain and unadorned, yet as it subtly flowed, it seemed as if countless unfinished rules were moving within it. His face was cold and stern, his features sharply defined, yet he carried a subtle air of incongruity, as if he did not entirely belong to this world. His eyes were extremely deep.
His pupils held no emotion, only a cold indifference that viewed all things as "things subject to Order Adjudication." With each step he took, the Mystic Void Sea of Odd Fragments beneath his feet would briefly stabilize, as if even this chaotic realm was instinctively making way for him.
The second person was completely different. He was clad in a crimson-black battle robe, with tattered armor covering his shoulders. Countless cracked causal marks remained on the armor plates, as if he had once confronted some being beyond the realm. His aura was extremely violent, yet it was suppressed within an extremely narrow boundary.
Like a volcano about to erupt but forcibly sealed, his face carried a contemptuous smile, but his eyes flashed with a dangerous, cold light—a bloodthirsty instinct capable of tearing everything in sight to shreds at any moment.
The moment the two appeared, the aura of the entire area was instantly suppressed. The twenty Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme cultivators and the seven Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage beginners were almost simultaneously shaken and instinctively retreated, as if they were not facing two people, but two beings capable of crushing their own Dao foundations.
The crowd parted like a tide, and no one dared to stop them.
Qin Yu was also among the crowd, having already concealed his aura to the Ultimate. His face was calm, and his aura was low, as if he were just an ordinary cultivator. He slowly retreated with the crowd, but his gaze swept lightly over the two people without causing any ripples, yet he had already absorbed their aura structure into his mind.
Just then, the powerful figure clad in a crimson-black battle robe suddenly let out a cold snort. His voice was like thunder, yet it carried a deliberate contempt and impatience. "All of you, stand back."
His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone cold and arrogant. "This place is not for low-level cultivators like you."
As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to compress for a moment; no one dared to refute or speak out.
The gray-robed man didn't speak, but merely glanced around indifferently. That glance contained no expulsion, yet it was more thorough than any expulsion, as if in his eyes, these people "should never have existed here."
The two then ignored the others and headed straight deeper into the Mystic Realm Definition Ruins.
Wherever they passed, the Four Seasons Light Domain briefly contracted, as if even the spring of life and the autumn of death dared not confront them head-on.
However, the moment the two stepped into a deeper layer of the realm, boom--!!!
The heavens and earth suddenly shattered, not from an explosion, but from "the rules themselves being forcibly torn apart."
The man in the crimson-black battle robe took a step, seemingly just stepping on the void, but the moment he landed, the light field beneath his feet suddenly shifted strangely. The light of spring and the power of winter's silence overlapped at the same location, forming an extremely unstable "definition fault." His foot touched the core of that fault.
In the next instant, the entire Mystic Realm Definition Ruins was awakened, and the four invisible boundary pillars trembled simultaneously.
The Pillar of Spring suddenly swelled, with countless blue lights spreading wildly like vines; the Pillar of Summer Flame burst into flames, its crimson flames soaring into the sky; the Pillar of Autumn Shattered, revealing countless golden blades; and the Pillar of Winter Silence sank into absolute darkness, as if it had devoured all light.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal array plate, too enormous to be measured by sight, slowly emerged from the depths of the void.
It has no boundaries, yet it surrounds everyone.
Above the array plate, the four seasons intertwine and rotate. The four primordial light streams of spring, summer, autumn, and winter slowly turn like the wheel of fate, redefining the "rules of existence" in this space with each rotation.
Everyone was instantly trapped inside; even their escape route was erased in that instant. The air froze, and the light field became still.
Then, an extremely ancient voice slowly resounded from the deepest part of the array.
The sound had no direction, no source, yet it entered directly into the Fate Soul of every person, as if heaven and earth were proclaiming an irreversible truth:
"This formation is called the Four Sequences Definition Heaven-Sealing Grand Array."
"This place—is without birth or death, Boundless Realm or limits."
"Those who enter this realm—have no cultivation, no physical form, no record of cause and effect, and all their actions are erroneous."
The voice echoed, and the entire array began to slowly rotate. "Those who recklessly disrupt the formation—their bodies will crumble according to the definition, their souls will enter the Mystic Void and vanish, and heaven and earth will no longer remember their names."
Everyone was deeply shaken. "Spring brings suffering, summer brings heat, autumn brings severance, and winter brings desolation."
"This formation rotates with the seasons—all are deadly traps. The formation's light flows, its domain shifts." Only the eternal night descends upon winter.
"All order returns to silence—" only then does a glimmer of hope remain. With the final cry, heaven and earth fell into complete silence. "If we defy the heavens," we will "forcefully seek a way out."
"This place—is where bones are buried." "It is also—the place where life fades away."
The Four-Sequence Rotation Array closed, trapping everyone with no way to retreat or escape.
Once the array was complete, the rotation of the four seasons moved slowly, like the breath deep within the Fate Soul, pressing down on everyone present. In this deathly silence, a cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage finally couldn't hold back any longer. His face darkened, and he muttered, "We've really run into a dog! They've trapped us in this array."
The moment the words left his mouth, the air suddenly turned cold.
The Mystic Void Realm High Stage expert, clad in a crimson-black battle robe, suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping across like a blade, his eyes filled with chilling intent, his voice low yet oppressive. "Anyone who dares to utter another word of nonsense, don't blame me for stabbing them to death with my sword."
His shout should have intimidated everyone, but no one backed down; instead, some people sneered.
A cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage slowly stepped forward, his tone icy. "Isn't that right? If you two hadn't recklessly triggered the fundamental principles of this domain, how could we have fallen into this formation?"
"That's right." "If you hadn't been so confident in your cultivation levels and forcibly entered this place, how could you have encountered this calamity?"
"We could have observed the unfolding events, but now you've dragged us into a dead end."
In an instant, more than twenty auras faintly gathered, and although they did not directly attack, the oppressive aura had already formed.
The Four Seasons Light Domain slowly circulated above their heads, and the light of spring flickered slightly, seemingly observing this invisible confrontation.
A flash of killing intent crossed the eyes of the powerful figure in the crimson-black battle robe, and his aura surged subtly in his hands, as if he were about to suppress everyone at any moment. However, he ultimately did not move.
Knowing that making a move now would be tantamount to suicide, he snorted coldly, his aura suddenly receding, his gaze turning gloomy, but he remained silent.
Seeing this, another Xuan Mystic Void Realm High Stage expert in a gray-white robe slowly stepped forward. His expression remained calm. He glanced at everyone and spoke in a calm tone, yet with an undeniable composure. "Alright."
"Although we two have disturbed this domain, it was not intentional."
He paused, his voice lowering slightly but becoming even more composed. "In the current situation, you are all caught in the middle, with no way out. Arguing is pointless."
"The most important thing right now is to break through the formation and escape."
His voice wasn't loud, but as the array plate circulated, it seemed to penetrate directly into everyone's Fate Soul, causing them to calm down involuntarily.
Although the crowd still harbored resentment, they had to admit that this statement was true. For a moment, snorts rose and fell, but no one continued to argue.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, the man in the crimson-black battle robe was about to speak again and forcefully regain the right to speak, but under the cold gazes of everyone, his tone faltered, his expression changed slightly, and in the end he did not force himself to speak again. He simply glanced coldly around and took half a step back.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
At that moment, a cultivator at the Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme slowly spoke, his gaze fixed on the enormous array plate, his tone thoughtful. "This array is based on the four seasons, with spring's birth, summer's heat, autumn's stagnation, and winter's stillness—four fundamental elements rotating and mutually influencing each other... To break this array, I fear we must begin with the four seasons."
The other person frowned. "How do we begin? The four seasons are constantly changing, and the rules are rewritten accordingly. If we're not careful, we'll be backfired by the very definition."
The man slowly shook his head. "That's precisely why we need to find the 'fixed points'... otherwise, there's no solution."
Before the words were finished, a cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage suddenly stepped forward. His expression was solemn, but his eyes held a hint of determination.
With a flick of his palm, a natal artifact slowly emerged.
It was a slender silver halberd, its blade shimmering with a faint mystical light. The imprint of its Fate Soul was faintly wrapped around it, indicating that it had completely merged with its Dao foundation. If it were to collapse, it would severely injure the Fate Soul.
Without uttering another word, he took a step forward and pointed directly at Chun Sheng's formation.
The azure light field trembled slightly, and countless tender green light threads grew in the void like vines, as if waiting for some kind of touch.
He slowly raised his halberd, his aura condensed to its Limit, the power of the Mystic Void circulated within his body, his Fate Soul resonated, and his whole being was like a weapon about to be unsheathed.
The next instant, he stepped into the Domain of Spring Life, and at that moment, the entire Four Sequences Heaven-Sealing Grand Array trembled slightly.