Flowers Devour Life, Clear Ice Steals Souls

The moment the cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage stepped into the Domain of Spring Life, the entire azure light domain suddenly rippled with an extremely gentle warmth. It was neither an attack nor a rejection, but rather an extremely gentle yet irresistible "acceptance," as if his entire body was being gently lifted up by an invisible force. The next instant—the light converged, and his figure vanished directly before everyone's eyes.

There was no ripple, no afterimage, as if he had never stepped into this place; the outside world was deathly silent for a moment.

Everyone's gazes tightened suddenly. Some people extended their divine senses, but only touched a completely sealed blank area. They could not trace or perceive it. Even the causal trace of "he was here just now" was gently erased by the Domain of Spring Life, as if the action at that moment had never happened.

Qin Yu amidst the crowd, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, a faint light flashing deep within his eyes. He neither attacked nor probed, but simply watched the area where the azure light surged, already realizing in his heart that the "killing" of this formation was not annihilation, but "replacement."

Meanwhile, the cultivator's consciousness had already entered another space. He opened his eyes and the world suddenly opened up before him.

It was no longer the eerie, ever-changing Four Seasons Light Domain, but a near-perfect spring world. In the void before him, two portals slowly appeared.

One bright, one dark; one lush, one secluded; the Day Gate · Luminous Spring Realm.

A shimmering white portal hung in the void, its frame seemingly woven from countless tiny flower petals and threads of light. The scene within was painted with the gentlest stroke of nature's brush: a Stainless, clear sky, devoid of even a speck of dust, and the warm sun gently shone down from the highest point, its light not glaring but perfectly soothing. A soft rain of pink and white blossoms drifted down from the sky.

Each petal carries an exquisite vitality; falling to the ground, it does not decay, but transforms into a source of even more abundant growth. In the distance, lush vegetation flourishes, branches and leaves unfurl, and a clear, melodious spring flows, its waters crisp and pleasant, as if every drop of water is proclaiming the "joy of existence."

Further away, celestial birds could be faintly seen taking flight, their feathers shimmering. The world was peaceful, devoid of any murderous intent or oppression, only a near-perfect sense of belonging. It was irresistible to step inside, to let down all vigilance and guard, as if simply entering would allow one to completely escape this eerie realm and return to true safety.

In the Night Gate · Secluded Stillness Spring Courtyard, on the other side, a door with dark purple patterns floats silently; it has no light, yet it is not dark either.

It was a profound and deep stillness.

The world inside the gate was shrouded in night, devoid of stars and moon, yet it was not dim; instead, it possessed an indescribable clarity and transparency. Ancient vines hung like curtains, their branches and leaves swaying gently, but there was no sound of wind, as if even the concept of "wind" had been softly dissolved. The ground was covered with fine moss and fallen leaves, soft and quiet, and tiny, ethereal blue fireflies floated slowly in the woods.

Each point of light is like a wisp of slumbering consciousness, tranquil and gentle, without the slightest disturbance. There is no clamor of life here, nor is there the oppressive silence of death. Instead, there is a deeper "peace," as if all the disturbances have gone far away, leaving only the most essential tranquility, making people unable to resist entering it and sinking into that silent and thoughtless balance.

The two doors stood side by side, neither superior nor inferior, revealing no deadly intent; they were not like traps, but more like choices.

A choice that had to be made.

The cultivator stood still, his aura involuntarily becoming slightly disordered. His gaze moved back and forth between the two portals, and his divine sense probed out, but it was easily neutralized the moment it approached the portals, unable to touch their essence.

"Is this... an illusion? Or...?" he murmured to himself. But the next moment, he dismissed the thought. No, if it were an illusion, there would be flaws.

But everything before my eyes was so perfect that there was nothing suspicious about it.

He looked at the Day Gate, and his mind relaxed slightly. The warmth of the Radiant Spring Realm almost seeped into his Fate Soul, giving him an intuition that "as long as I step in, I can escape this formation."

But when he looked at Night Gate again, his mind strangely calmed down.

That stillness wasn't a inducement, but Ji Ran that made all choices themselves unimportant; he stood there.

He dared not move or choose because he vaguely sensed that these weren't just two paths, but rather two different "definitions".

Once you step inside, you no longer belong to yourself. The Four Seasons Light Domain flows silently behind him, while he is trapped between these two gates, his life hanging by a thread.

A bead of cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, yet he hesitated to take that step.

The Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage cultivator stood between the two gates, his gaze shifting back and forth between Bright Radiance and Desolate Silence. His mind had already been pushed to its Limit by an invisible force; his escape route had been erased, and his original path no longer existed. The Four Seasons Light Domain slowly rotated behind him, as if urging him to make a choice.

The two gates remained silently suspended, offering no pressure or guidance, yet they were more suffocating than any killing intent. He took a deep breath, his Fate Soul trembling, and finally gritted his teeth, letting out a low shout before stepping forward and entering— Day Gate: Radiant Spring Realm.

The moment I stepped into the world, it was suddenly bright, as if I had fallen from the abyss into the realm of gods.

Spring unfolds across the land, a boundless sea of pink and white flowers, petals like snow, layer upon layer, their Spiritual Qi so rich it almost solidifies, turning into soft mist that swirls in the air. In the distance, the sky is clear and bright, its light gentle, as if all dangers have vanished, leaving only a flawless tranquility.

In the instant his mind relaxed, he even had the illusion that he was "escaped," but the next moment the flowers stirred.

It wasn't the wind blowing, but the space itself cracking. A petal gently landed on his shoulder, weightless and imperceptible, yet the moment it touched him...

"Laugh--!"

An extremely fine yet incredibly sharp crack burst open directly from his shoulder bone, as if the petal contained an entire "Realm Breaking rift," slicing through his physical dimension. Before blood and flesh could even splatter, they were torn into countless tiny spatial fragments. His pupils contracted sharply, and before he could even react...

A shower of flowers suddenly overturned! "BOOM--!!!"

Countless petals, like fragments of collapsing space, swept in from all directions. Each petal carried the power of fissures in different directions, slicing diagonally, vertically, tearing in reverse, and breaking apart. At this moment, the entire space seemed to become a page of a book that was being frantically torn apart, and he was standing in the very center of that page.

He roared, forcefully activating his Mystic Void power, his body radiating intense light as he attempted to stabilize himself using his Fate Soul to protect his body. However, just as his aura began to coalesce...

The air changed. An invisible mist filled the sea of flowers. The mist was not thick, but it was extremely strange. He only inhaled a wisp of his soul, and suddenly he felt empty.

It was as if some kind of "foundation supporting existence" had been quietly removed.

The spiritual energy dissipated rapidly within his body, not from being devoured, but from "losing its support," like a drop of water losing its container and sliding directly into nothingness. His aura instantly became turbulent, his Fate Soul unstable, and even the thought that "I am resisting" began to become blurred.

"This... is not right..." His voice was hoarse. The next instant, the earth shook, and the clouds tore apart.

A dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire sea of flowers! "Roar--!!!" Above the sky, a huge shadow suddenly appeared.

That was not a shadow, but a supreme Azure Dragon.

Its body coiled in the sky, stretching for countless tens of thousands of feet. Its scales were carved like jade, yet within each scale flowed a ghostly light of spatial rifts. With the slightest movement of its body, the surrounding space collapsed and reformed like the surface of water, as if it itself were the "source of spatial instability."

The dragon's horns soared high, piercing through the clouds, and were wrapped with broken boundary patterns, as if they were remnants left after tearing countless realms apart. The dragon's eyes were lowered, with a deep blue light, and its pupils were ruthless, showing only a cold indifference and judgment over all realms.

It slowly opened its mouth; before its dragon breath could be released, the space itself collapsed. "Boom--!!!" A torrent of dragon breath erupted down.

It wasn't fire or air, but an entire dimension collapsing.

The sea of flowers was torn into countless fragments at that moment, and the sky and the ground broke apart simultaneously. The moment the cultivator looked up, all he could see was a collapsing world.

He roared madly, forcibly urging his last bit of Fate Soul in an attempt to escape, but the dragon's tail had already moved, and the Azure Dragon Supreme swept its tail.

"Boom--!"

A spatial blade that spanned the heavens and earth instantly took shape, sweeping out like an invisible blade that Realm Severing. Wherever it passed, everything that existed was directly cleaved into pieces. The cultivator's figure was cut in half at the waist in that instant. It wasn't that his physical body broke apart, but rather that his "existence was cut open." His upper and lower body disintegrated simultaneously, turning into countless floating fragments.

However, before it was over, something moved in the sea of flowers, and strange shadows slowly emerged from among the petals.

Half-flower, half-soul, they have no fixed form, yet they can condense within any petal and instantly burrow into the cultivator's remaining body.

"Ah--!!!" A shrill scream suddenly rang out.

Those "Mystic Void Flower Nightmare" frantically gnawed at his body, devouring not only flesh and blood, but also the "definition of life." His body rapidly withered and collapsed, like an empty shell whose existence had been emptied. The flower nightmares dragged his broken body, slowly sinking into that cracked dimensional abyss.

The sea of flowers fell again, and everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Only, that person was no longer in this world.

The realm of spring daylight is not a place of vitality, but a realm of absolute slaughter in the name of life, and all of this is unknown to those outside.

Within the formation 'Domain of Spring Life. The seasonal light mist swirled endlessly in the sky, the spring light still flowing, but there was no further response. Time ticked by, as if deliberately stretched out by some invisible hand. Finally, someone couldn't help but whisper, "Why haven't they come out yet... Could it be that they've already broken through the formation and left?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding cultivators shifted slightly. Some revealed hope, while others frowned. A cultivator at the Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme coldly said, "If that's truly the case, there should at least be some fluctuation in energy; it's impossible for it to Wuhen." Before he finished speaking, someone else sneered, "Rather than waiting to die here, we might as well take the initiative to break this deadlock!" This remark was like a spark falling onto oil.

Several cultivators immediately set off, each going their own way, rushing towards the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, attempting to find a chance of survival through different paths.

Among the crowd, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Mystic Void Realm High Stage cultivator in a crimson-black battle robe. A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, his robes fluttering in the wind, and his aura radiated outwards like a blade. He snorted coldly, "Hmph, I don't believe this formation can trap us to death!" The Mystic Void Realm High Stage in a gray-white robe beside him was about to stop him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure slicing through the light mist like a blade cleaving through the sky, and followed the two cultivators at the Realm Breaking Realm straight into the Winter Domain of Stillness.

The moment you step inside, the world is turned upside down.

The once flowing Four Seasons Light Domain vanished instantly, replaced by an endless ice field. The chill was so intense it almost froze thought; the void seemed sealed, even the flow of energy became slow and rigid. And just as the three were about to regain their footing—

Two portals slowly emerged from the void, forming the Day Gate: Melting Warmth and Clearing Snow Realm.

Warm golden light flowed from the void, like the early winter sun, bathing the entire ice plain in a soft glow. The scene inside the gate was clearly visible: the thick ice layer was slowly melting under the sunlight, the ice cracked, and snowmelt flowed gently. In the distance, the sky and earth stretched out endlessly.

Everything is recovering, everything is being unsealed, as if the predicament has been broken and the road ahead is open. The warmth even seeps through the door, gently brushing against the Fate Soul, making them involuntarily relax their guard and feel an intuition that "life is here."

Night Gate - Mystic Winter Silent Night Pass.

In contrast, a pitch-black portal stood silently, its edges devouring all light. Within was an endless, eternal night, a deathly silence. The chill wasn't biting, but rather a freezing that penetrated to the very essence of existence, as if even the concept of "existence" itself would be solidified within it.

A faint, mysterious Mystic Void mist swirled around the door, and as the mist flowed, an indescribable pressure emanated from it—a repulsion that went straight to the depths of Fate Soul, causing one to instinctively retreat even when staring at it.

One warm, one cold; one bright, one dark. One is like the gate of life, the other like the road to death.

The three stood before the two gates, their auras stagnant, none of them making an immediate move. Even the cultivator in the crimson-black battle robe narrowed his eyes slightly, as if using his Fate Soul to probe the origins of the two gates. But the more he probed, the more real the "stability" of the Day Gate became, while the "annihilation" of the Night Gate grew ever deeper.

The silence lasted only a moment.

The cultivator in the crimson-black battle robe suddenly chuckled, his laughter cold and certain. "Haha... Such a simplistic confrontation dares to call it Mystic Void Sealing Array?" He raised a finger to the pitch-black Night Gate, his eyes full of disdain, "That kind of deathly gate, its chilling aura locks the soul, even cause and effect seem to be frozen. If one were to step into it, one would probably not even be able to maintain 'existence,' wouldn't that be throwing oneself into a dead end?"

As he finished speaking, his gaze shifted to the warm, glowing Day Gate, and he said coldly, "Looking at this gate, the ice has melted and the snow has thawed, the seal has loosened, and the Dao is warming up again. This is the sign of breaking the deadlock."

Having said that, he didn't hesitate for a moment. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared directly into the Day Gate - Melting Warmth and Clearing Snow Realm. The warm light swallowed him up, and his aura instantly vanished into the world behind the gate.

The remaining two cultivators at the Realm Breaking Realm exchanged glances. Although a trace of unease lingered in their hearts, the judgment of the Mystic Void Realm High Stage expert quickly suppressed their doubts. One of them whispered, "Follow him... With his cultivation level, he can't possibly be wrong." The other nodded emphatically, his Fate Soul trembling slightly as he forcefully steadied his mind.

The next moment, the two stepped out of the warm golden gate at the same time, and the three figures entered the daytime realm, while the Night Gate, the Mystic Winter Silent Night Pass, remained.

It remained silently suspended in place, without light or sound, as if waiting for someone who could truly understand it.