The Ink Brush Descended, Yet the Dao Was Hard to Sever

The white paper was still breathing slowly. The thirteen-fold universe prototype had been violently shaken after that attack, and its aura had not yet stabilized when the Chaos Ink Master raised his brush again.

The pen tip hovered over the entire Wordless Heavenly Book Domain, then suddenly dropped. In the next instant, the pen fell without a streak of light or an explosion. A very thin line tore open from the center of the entire white paper outward.

The line swiftly extended and pierced through the entire paper world. "A single stroke opens the heavens, leaving traces of countless calamities." The voice did not utter a sound, yet it was directly etched into the depths of everyone's Fate Soul.

The white face turned and the first realm opened. Simultaneously, the lights appeared beneath the feet of the thirteen people, and a tiny, dark pattern emerged, resembling an unsprouted seed.

That was the moment the Dao seed was planted, a silent yet omnipresent wind arose, raising ripples invisible to the naked eye on the white paper. Wherever the ripples passed, the air became chaotic, and sounds began to overlap.

Whispers, roars, sighs, laughter—countless remnants of will surged in the wind. "You can't..." "Stop..." "It's all meaningless..."

"Give up..." The wind passed through the Dao Seed pattern, and a cultivator's Dao Seed trembled on the spot. The pattern began to loosen. His expression changed drastically, and his hands suddenly clasped together.

All the Dao foundations within the body were compressed towards the center, and the rules of the flame sword intent were all forcibly pressed into that point. The Dao seed trembled violently, and the sound of the wind suddenly intensified.

His breathing became disordered, and in the next instant, the Dao seed dispersed. His entire body simultaneously faded, like a drop of water being absorbed into a piece of white paper and disappearing. Another person knelt down and pressed his hands against the white paper.

With his forehead pressed against the wind, he no longer resisted. Memories flowed out on their own, flashing one after another on the white paper: defeat, battle, fear, obsession—all of which he actively suppressed into that Dao Seed.

The Dao Seed quickly stabilized, and light shone from within. The wind passing through it ceased to shake within a three-foot radius. His white face solidified, and he looked up and stood still.

Qin Yu still, the wind rippled, and all noise in his sea of consciousness vanished the instant it touched him; his Dao Seed did not expand.

There was no tremor, only a slow descent, sinking deeper and deeper. The next instant, a point of stability appeared, and the surrounding three feet of emptiness receded. The first realm ended, and nine out of twelve remained.

The second realm descends, darkness surges in the center of the white paper, and what appears is not a single calamity but a torrent. The space in front of the first person unfolds, and a perfect world emerges.

He stood at the pinnacle, invincible, admired by all. The moment he reached out and touched him, his Dao seed began to loosen, the light softened, and the entire scene tightened in the next instant.

He was swallowed into the seed of Dao and extinguished, disappearing on the other side. A giant beast leaped out of the white paper, its entire body wrapped in pitch-black causal threads.

He bit at a cultivator without retreating, raising his hand to unleash his own Dao Seed Tribulation, and instead of dodging, he guided the giant beast to charge past.

The trail left by his feet turned into a dark line. He continued to endure the second and third trails. On the white paper, the outline of a mountain range gradually took shape.

The third person faced the illusory figure, which was identical to himself. The other person spoke, raising questions and overturning all logic. He remained silent, took a step forward, and directly led the illusory figure into the Dao Seed.

The two trembled simultaneously in the next instant. He coughed up blood but did not retreat. The illusory image dissipated, and a line of rules formed beneath his feet.

Calamities relentlessly descended upon the land: seas of fire, thunder, black tides, and illusions. With each onslaught, marks were left on the white paper. Some guided the way, some endured the hardship, and some collapsed.

One person's Dao Seed was pierced by lightning and shattered, their body instantly dissipating. The other person sank into an illusion and never woke up. The original point extinguished, and the blank paper returned to its original state.

Qin Yu stood at the origin point, neither dodging nor resisting the calamity. With each impact, he did only one thing: guide the trajectory of the calamity.

The lines that fall on the white paper gradually emerge—one after another, crisscrossing mountain ranges, rivers, wind directions, and the Realm Wheel —yet his origin remains unmoved.

All the calamities were written down as a structure. When the second realm ended, seven out of nine people survived. When the third realm arrived, the wind stopped, the calamities ceased, the blank paper quieted down, and the whole world became extremely peaceful.

A soft, slow voice emerged. "Let go..." "Merge..." "This is eternity..." A cultivator closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and his world began to fade.

The moment the origin point loosened, the entire universe vanished, and so did he. Another person knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He reached out and touched the white face, then gave up, and was sucked in.

The remaining seven remained silent, standing at the center of their respective worlds, offering no response. Qin Yu raised his fingertip and brought it down, creating a mark that was neither text nor symbol.

It is a point, stable, existing, that point resonates with the entire world, all lines vibrate simultaneously, and the world completes its closure.

On the blank sheet of paper, seven worlds exist stably, while the other six are completely blank. The Chaos Ink Master slowly gazes at them.

The blank paper stretched endlessly, the void flowed back, and the entire Wordless Heavenly Book returned to silence. Seven figures stood on their respective remaining worlds, their auras surging violently, their Fate Soul still reeling from the shock, while the Chaos Ink Master had already raised his pen once more.

Before the pen touched the paper, space itself sank. The first divine power descended once more, the Primordial Scroll of Chaos enveloped everything.

The plain white paper suddenly rolled up, its edges surging like waves, and a huge tide of paper swept in from all directions, instantly closing around the seven people to form a towering, closed plain white paper cage. The cage walls continued to shrink, and the chaotic patterns densely covering the inner walls began to flow, from which gray-white mist seeped out, spreading along each person's body.

The nascent world beneath a cultivator's feet first showed signs of collapse; the outlines of mountains rapidly blurred, and the patterns of rivers broke. He suddenly took a step forward, pressing down heavily with both palms, forcibly pulling up the remaining foundation of his Dao within his body. Flames exploded from beneath his feet, surging wildly upwards along the inner wall of the paper cage.

The blazing flames collided head-on with the chaotic energy patterns, bursting out a large cloud of billowing gray mist. The flames were continuously compressed, his arms began to tremble, his shoulder bones emitted a series of fine cracks, and the white ground beneath his feet was pressed into a noticeable dent. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to push upwards again, causing the flames to surge once more, forcefully creating a space within the paper cage.

On the other side, the female cultivator rapidly formed hand seals, instantly converging all the light threads within her body to weave an Ultimate dense structural barrier around her. Chaotic mist continuously invaded, breaking her light threads one by one, only to quickly repair them in the next instant. Blood oozed from her fingertips, dripping down her wrists onto the paper.

Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaved violently, and she was almost forced to kneel down, but the barrier of light did not collapse and still firmly protected her core.

The sword cultivator stood still, his longsword held horizontally in front of him, all the sword light retracted into his body. A thin yet extremely sharp edge appeared on his body surface, slicing the chaotic energy patterns that touched him into countless fine threads of light. The paper cage continued to shrink, and his feet had sunk half an inch into the white surface, his knees beginning to bend.

He was suddenly jolted, his sword intent exploding from within him. He straightened up again, lifting that inch of space back up, and Qin Yu stood in the center of the paper cage as it closed.

The chaotic mist approached him, spreading out from his raised palm. The Mirror of Fate Cause Sealing Mirror - The Logic Abyss Core instantly expanded within a three-foot radius around him, its mirror surfaces layering and disintegrating every intrusion path. The mist was shattered into its finest fragments the instant it touched him, and then the Master Book Seal Severance - Naming Reconstruction activated.

Everything around him was re-established as an independent structure, and the chaotic energy patterns could no longer invade. When the paper cage shrank to its Limit, he pressed down with his other hand, and the Orbital Collapse Lock Chain Annihilation erupted. The dark gold chains penetrated the core of the paper cage, forcibly stopping the shrinking trend. The entire paper cage cracked in the violent tremor and collapsed in the next instant.

All seven stood rooted to the spot, their breaths ragged and their bodies trembling, yet the nascent world still existed.

The second divine power descended, annihilating the traces of the Dao with a mere stroke of the ethereal brush.

The Chaos Ink Master raised his ink brush high, and a dazzling gray-black light spot condensed at the tip of the brush. Countless tiny paper-like patterns spun rapidly inside the light spot, and in the next instant, seven ink-colored light arrows shot out simultaneously.

The first cultivator was struck directly in the shoulder. Dao traces appeared around his body, and the pale gold patterns quickly burned. He let out a low roar and swung his other hand down, severing the tainted shoulder and arm on the spot. Light fragments scattered at the cut, and the remaining Dao foundation quickly contracted back into the core. He took several steps back, his aura plummeting, but his body remained intact and was not swallowed by the white paper.

Another person was struck in the chest, and the Dao trace spread along his body. He pressed his hands tightly against his chest, forcibly pressing all his Dao power into a single point. Flames exploded inside his body, shaking out the invading ink intent inch by inch. He fell to his knees, breathing erratically, with veins bulging on his forehead. Finally, he stood up again, his internal structure not collapsing.

The female cultivator was targeted by the light arrow at the top of her head. She clasped her hands together, and all the light threads instantly converged at the top of her head, forming a single point. The moment the light arrow struck that point, the entire structure violently shook, her body shuddered violently, and large sections of the light threads broke off.

She gritted her teeth, pulled back all the remaining light threads, and wrapped them around the burning Dao traces one by one, suppressing the burning speed. Her body swayed for a moment, then she regained her balance.

Facing the falling arrow of light, Qin Yu lightly raised his fingertip and pointed out with the Unnamed Initial Silence. The arrow of light dissipated the moment it touched his fingertip. Then he raised his hand and pressed down again, and the Star Structure Returning Ring - Source Cause Severance was activated, severing all the remaining ink intent from the source. His body only trembled for a moment before it completely returned to stability.

All seven arrows of light struck, yet all seven people remained standing on the paper.

The third divine power descended, Mystic Void Kong Zhi Ji: Nothingness from Nothingness. The figure of the Chaos Ink Master and the ink brush simultaneously dispersed, transforming into countless pure white and gray-black light spots, merging into the entire paper world.

The entire space became the rules themselves, and the white face began to devour all structures, rapidly eroding the nascent world of the seven.

A cultivator unleashed his full power, his Dao energy surging out of his body. The moment it touched the paper, it was assimilated. He immediately withdrew his power, pressing all his Dao foundation into his core, guarding only a small area. His world rapidly shrank, its boundaries constantly being erased, but the core remained, never disappearing.

The other person closed his eyes, locking all his senses into the center of his own world, no longer resisting the encroachment from the outside world. His world was compressed to its Limit, leaving only a tiny area. His body trembled violently, but in the end, he still managed to maintain that tiny point of existence.

The female cultivator withdrew all the light threads, guarding only three feet of her own body. The ethereal tentacles continued to invade, constantly replenishing her fractured structure. She was pushed to her Limit, her knees almost touching the ground, but ultimately she was not assimilated.

Qin Yu stood still, and his world began to be smoothed out, its boundaries disappeared, its structure dissipated, and nothingness touched its core. At that moment, he raised his hand, Source-Cause Construct Heart vibrated deep within his sea of consciousness.

All intrusive forces were reversed and mapped, while the six forms Six Severances Seal the Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence were simultaneously activated, relocking their own existence.

The erased structure regenerated internally, the world shrank, but the core remained intact, and the person still stood at the original point.

The erosion continued until it reached its Limit, then suddenly stopped. The white paper returned to its flat state, and the chaotic aura receded. The seven figures remained standing, neither disappearing nor falling into nothingness.

The six Mystic Void Realm · Middle Stage cultivators slowly raised their heads, their gazes simultaneously falling on Qin Yu.

The female cultivator looked at him, her breathing still unsteady, her eyes still trembling with shock. "I knew you were extraordinary just now... Now there are only seven of us left, and you've managed to hold on with us despite your Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme cultivation..."

Her voice tightened slightly. "This is beyond ordinary strength."

Another cultivator stepped forward, his expression solemn, and bowed respectfully. "Fellow Daoist, you have been hiding your true strength. To withstand three divine abilities with Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme is truly extraordinary!!"

Qin Yu stood there, his breathing calm. He smiled slightly and said, "Just lucky, a bit of good fortune."