Within the Spring Domain, the warm light still flowed, and the shadows of flowers swayed gently. Time, however, seemed to be slowly stretched out by an invisible hand. The man in the gray-white robe and the cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage stood before the boundary gate, neither of them taking another step. The two remained silent as stones, letting the light flow through the Day Gate, but they did not respond in any way.
Half an incense stick's time passed.
Within that warm, sunlit realm, there remained no fluctuation of energy, no screams, no collapses, and not even a trace of causal remnant. It was as if the cultivator who had stepped into it... Does Not Exist in the first place.
The cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage finally couldn't help but speak in a low voice, "Senior... so much time has passed, yet there's still no movement. This... is not right."
The man in the grey robes lowered his gaze, staring at the Day Gate. His voice was low and slow, yet carried a deliberately suppressed calmness. "No movement. There's only one possibility."
He paused slightly. "He has... been completely Annihilation by the formation." After saying that, his gaze slowly shifted to the dark purple gate on the other side— Night Gate · Secluded Still Spring Court.
In that instant, a barely perceptible flicker crossed the depths of his pupils, "Since there is no life at the Day Gate..."
He muttered to himself, his tone suggesting he was deducing something, or perhaps trying to find a reasonable answer for himself.
"Then—" "There's only one path left." His gaze locked onto Night Gate, and the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage cultivator followed suit, his expression tense, his Fate Soul trembling slightly, yet...
Neither of them took a step; the air seemed to freeze between them. Neither moved, neither willing to be the next to step in.
The next moment, the cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage suddenly trembled, as if he had made some kind of decision.
Without a word or warning, "Whoosh—!" He immediately used his escape technique, his figure transforming into a streak of light, and instantly teleported backward.
It wasn't entering the formation, but leaving it! In an instant, he had left the Spring Domain and reappeared in the center of the Four Sequences Sealing Formation.
The crowd outside the formation was suddenly shocked. "He's out?!" "He's not dead?!" The crowd stirred.
However, before they could even step forward to inquire, the Mystic Void Realm High Stage cultivator in the gray-white robe followed closely behind, his figure flashing as he stepped out of the Spring Domain and returned to the center of the formation.
As soon as he landed, his gaze coldly locked onto the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage cultivator without uttering a word.
However, an extremely cold and sinister divine thought directly penetrated the other party's sea of consciousness, "What just happened—" "If you dare to divulge even a single word," "I will personally... slay you."
The cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage stiffened slightly but did not respond, offer any explanation, or even look back.
He simply walked back into the crowd, stood still, and lowered his head, as if nothing had happened. This scene was witnessed by many people.
No one pointed it out, and a sense of oppression and unease crept into the air.
At this moment, a cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage couldn't help but ask, "How was it? What was it like inside the Spring Domain? Weren't there three of you who entered? Where is the other person?"
The cultivator who had just returned was silent for a moment, his expression calm but his tone extremely simple, "... It's all a dead end."
After he finished speaking, he fell silent and didn't say another word. The atmosphere in the crowd instantly became extremely tense.
At this moment, Qin Yu at the edge of the crowd, his expression still calm, but his gaze tightened slightly. He did not look at the person who spoke, but instead focused his gaze on the gray-robed cultivator and the returning cultivator. The extremely subtle changes in aura, fluctuations in divine sense, and even the oppressive aura in that instant did not escape his perception.
"No..." This thought quietly surfaced in his mind, but he didn't say it aloud.
At the same time, the Mystic Void Realm High Stage cultivator in the crimson-black battle robe spoke coldly, his tone tinged with suppressed gloom. "It seems... the Spring Domain Formation is also a dead end."
The man in the grey robe nodded slightly. "Not bad." His voice was calm, yet at this moment it was more despairing than any murderous intent.
The conclusion that all four realms were dead and there was no way out struck like an invisible hammer into the Fate Soul of all cultivators.
Some were pale, some were breathing heavily, and some were even beginning to lose control of their fear, muttering in low voices, "If that's really the case... then aren't we... going to be trapped and die in this formation?"
Panic began to spread, but Qin Yu remained unmoved, only the lonely light in his eyes grew even deeper.
Time seemed to stretch out and stand still within the formation. The Four Seasons Light Domain flowed slowly, spring's life, summer's heat, autumn's solemnity, and winter's desolation alternating and surging. Yet, no one dared to make a rash move. The outcome of all the previous tests still echoed in everyone's hearts, and their Fate Soul were filled with repression and unease.
It was as if taking just one more step would plunge one into an irreversible Annihilation Abyss; the air was eerily still, and even breathing seemed superfluous.
In the midst of this deathly silence, the core of the formation suddenly "moved." There was no sound, no fluctuation; only a... slowly emerged in the center of that void.
The runes were not carved, but rather seemed to be a fragmented structure "forcibly defined from Does Not Exist," its shape constantly changing, sometimes appearing round, sometimes cracked, and sometimes as if pieced together from countless broken boundary patterns.
It has no fixed form, yet with each change it carries a chilling oppression. It is completely transparent, yet it reflects colors that do not belong to this world. Those colors are not light, but reflections of some kind of "fragments of rules." It is as if if you look at it for too long, you will be dragged into some indescribable deep logic.
Even more bizarrely, it flickers between "existence" and "non-existence," seemingly Does Not Exist when people gaze at it;
As some people looked away, it was already hovering in the center of the formation. Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "What is that thing...?"
No one answered because no one could understand it.
Qin Yu's gaze narrowed slightly. The runes were not simply visible to him, but rather a "definition that was generating itself." They were not part of the array, but rather... the array was "continuing to write itself."
In the instant that thought flashed by, the runes suddenly lit up, without any light, yet it was as if everything in heaven and earth had been drawn away.
The next instant, "BOOM--!!!" The entire center of the formation suddenly collapsed.
The rune was like an activated core of Order Adjudication, and an invisible "definition wave" swept out instantly. There was no wind, no thunder, no fire, only an irresistible power of "existential judgment" that directly covered all the cultivators.
The two Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme cultivators were the first to be hit. Before they could even react, their bodies suddenly stopped, not because they were bound.
Instead, they were "defined as no longer existing." Buzz— Their figures trembled slightly in place for the next instant.
The entire person was like a painting that had been erased, fading and peeling away little by little from head to toe. Their flesh and blood did not break, their Fate Soul did not shatter, but they "disappeared" directly in front of everyone's eyes. There was no explosion, no remains, and not even a trace of cause and effect was left behind, as if they had never stood there.
The air suddenly Ji Ran shattered. "Escape--!!!" Someone roared out, and in that instant, the Fate Soul of all cultivators exploded with fear, completely losing their reason.
"It's a rune—an indiscriminate attack!" "Touch and you're destroyed—even your existence is erased!" "Run!!!"
The crowd scattered instantly, everyone frantically using their movement techniques to rush in all directions, trying to get away from the array of runes. However, the next moment—
"Bang--!" The boundary of the void suddenly appeared, an invisible barrier stretched across the heavens and earth. Someone crashed into it hard, his physical body shattered, and his energy backfired, but he couldn't even break through an inch.
"We can't get out!!" "The formation is still locked!" Despair erupted completely.
The rune continued to rotate slowly, and with each flash, an invisible wave swept out, redefining even space itself, and no one dared to linger for even a moment.
No one hesitated anymore, no one deduced anything further; all the cultivators made their choices simultaneously under the pressure of death.
Some rushed towards the Spring Domain, some rushed into the Summer Domain, some fled to the Autumn Domain, and some gritted their teeth and rushed into the Winter Domain.
The gates of the four seasons opened simultaneously, and in an instant, figures surged like a tide, frantically pouring into different array domains.
The center of the formation instantly became empty, leaving only the rune still spinning silently.
The crowd scattered like a raging tide, their Fate Soul shattered, and cause and effect disrupted. Under the indiscriminate Order Adjudication the runes, no one dared to linger for even a moment. They rushed toward the Four Seasons Domain, seeking a glimmer of hope. However, they did not know that this so-called "choice" had been beyond their control from the very beginning.
Someone broke into the Spring Domain Night Gate - the Secluded Still Spring Court. With one step inside, the world suddenly darkened, and there were no stars, no moon, and no sound of wind.
There was only a silent forest with endless, drooping vines, their shadows intertwined and layered, like a finely woven dead net, which seemed to breathe as it swayed gently.
The cultivator had just stepped in and hadn't even had time to steady his aura when, "Whoosh—!" a vine silently pierced out.
It wasn't fast, but it was Ultimate precise, piercing straight through his chest. But the real terror wasn't in his physical body.
Within that thrust, the "power of the Realm Breaking spike" forcibly tore apart his cultivation foundation the moment it pierced through. Cracks in his cultivation level spread from the depths of his Fate Soul, as if he had been forcibly dismantled from the "Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme" into countless incomplete and fragmented stages.
"Ah--!!!" The scream had barely begun when the black mist arrived. Strands of mysterious black mist flowed silently between the dark Mystic Void, invading his body along the vines.
It's not erosion, but "erasure." The soul dissipates little by little, and consciousness collapses inch by inch.
Before he could even feel fear, he was completely swallowed up by the black mist. At the same time, a pair of dragon eyes slowly opened within the mist.
The shadow of the Azure Dragon was invisible, and its dragon might pressed down like a tidal wave. "Roar--!!!" A dragon roar shattered the sea of consciousness.
The cultivator couldn't even retain the last trace of "I" in his mind. The vine shadows tightened, Emptiness, as if no one had ever stepped in.
Someone rushed into the Summer Day Burning Heaven Realm Breaking. As soon as they entered, the heavens and earth roared, ten blazing suns hung high in the sky, their scorching light overwhelming, and flames swept across the heavens and earth like a sea.
The cultivator roared and forcefully activated his magic weapon to protect himself. In the next instant, fire arrived, "Boom--!!!" The Vermilion Bird True Fire swept down, and the fire not only burned his physical body.
It more directly ignites the "dimensionality of existence".
Space twisted and tore apart in the flames. The magical artifact had just been summoned and had not yet been deployed when it was directly ripped apart by the Realm Breaking rifts in the flames, turning into countless fragments. Before they could fall, they were swallowed up by the illusory fire and turned into nothingness.
The cultivator's eyes widened in fury as he forced his way out of the sea of fire, only to see the Vermilion Bird Supreme in the sky spreading its wings and rising, its fiery feathers falling like shooting stars.
"Whoosh--!" With a flap of its wings, a firestorm swept across the heavens and earth, and everything in its path was directly "swept into the dimensional rift," leaving not even ashes behind.
The cultivator didn't even have time to scream before he vanished completely, returning to nothingness. Meanwhile, within the sea of fire, a faint red light flickered.
Those were the Void Flame Bone-Eroding Insect, which burrowed into the still-dissipating wreckage and devoured the last trace of Spirit Root.
The world returned to its fiery glory, as if it were all meant to be this way, and someone even ventured into the Summer Night: Ghostly Mystic Void Array.
The moment he stepped in, the world became gentle, fireflies twinkled, and the scene was dreamlike and ethereal, causing the cultivator's mind to relax slightly.
The next moment, he reached out and touched a firefly. "Buzz—" The spiritual energy suddenly dissipated, as if it had never existed.
His expression changed drastically, and he retreated hastily, but it was too late. Beneath his feet, a dark rift silently opened, and with a "whoosh," his physical body was torn apart.
Before it could fall in the night sky, the Vermilion Bird descended once more, its fiery feathers lightly landing. "Boom!" The mysterious power of the Mystic Void erupted instantly, and the firefly was no longer light.
Instead, they were countless Glowing Soul Strange Demons that pounced on the cultivator's mangled body, gnawing at his soul and devouring his consciousness, each bite a fraction of his being consumed.
With each additional firefly, the cultivator struggled and roared, but was ultimately transformed into countless ghostly fireflies, scattering into the night sky with no place to return.
Within the spring and summer magic array sequence, regardless of day or night, and regardless of appearances, it is always a tragic and deadly situation.