On the white paper, the remnants of the seven worlds trembled slightly. The silence left after the nothingness receded pressed down on everyone's Fate Soul. Their auras had not yet fully recovered, but their thoughts had already begun to surge.
A cultivator spoke slowly, his voice extremely low, yet remarkably clear in the silence. "Fellow Daoists, this ancient book should correspond to the trials of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The page we are currently on should be wood."
His gaze swept over the ever-flowing white expanse beneath his feet, then looked towards the remaining traces of order in the distance.
"The changes just now have already explained the problem."
Another cultivator nodded, his expression grave. "I feel the same way. The structure, support, and extension of this layer are all biased towards 'life,' towards evolution."
He paused. "Wood." The third person frowned, his gaze shifting to the endless world of paper in the distance. "Then there's a problem."
"What we saw from the outside was six pages." His voice deepened. "Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth... the five elements should only have five layers."
"What's on page six?" The air fell silent for a moment.
The female cultivator slowly raised her head, her gaze returning from the distant void, and said calmly, "The first five pages should correspond to the Five Elements."
Her gaze sharpened slightly. "As for page six..." She paused, "... only someone who has reached the fifth floor will be qualified to see the answer."
The other man gave a wry smile, his breathing still unsteady. "Don't even mention the fifth floor." He looked down at his feet. The white paper was still flowing. "We haven't gotten out of this page yet."
Before the words were finished, the Chaos Ink Master. It did not lift its brush again, but slowly extended its palm. A dark shadow condensed in the next instant.
A divine weapon appeared; it was not a weapon in the conventional sense, its shape unstable and its outline constantly changing.
Sometimes it resembles a long ruler with straight edges and extremely fine white lines; sometimes it resembles an unrolled scroll of paper, layer upon layer, with a faint flow of gray-black light inside; and in an instant, it transforms into a slender ink brush, its tip so sharp that its boundaries are almost invisible.
It eventually stabilized into a "paper blade" with a semi-transparent blade. Inside, there flowed primordial patterns interwoven with gray and dark gold, like countless unfinished rules being repeatedly generated and erased.
The blade had no light, yet it caused the surrounding space to automatically sink. The Chaos Ink Master grasped it, and the entire piece of white paper began to tremble slightly.
The female cultivator's pupils contracted. "They're here!" Her voice suddenly rose. "Fellow cultivators, quickly, defend!"
As the seven people moved simultaneously, the fire domain contracted, the tree shadows closed, the sword intent swirled back, and the bell shadows solidified, and everyone's world ceased to expand.
All of them converged inward to form a core, inch by inch, guarding the Chaos Ink Master as he raised his hand and swept his paper blade horizontally.
The Divine Power: Unformed Realm Severing Line uses "unwritten rules" as its blade to sever all "formed structural connections" in the challenger's world, returning it to its unformed state.
The world doesn't collapse, but it loses its connections; mountains are no longer connected, rivers no longer flow, rules are broken, and structures are disordered.
It specifically targets world structures that are "in formation but not yet fully stable," forcing them to disintegrate internally. The blade's movement produces no light, only a "line."
Where the line crossed the paper, the world of the seven people trembled simultaneously; the connection between the mountains was severed, and the flow of the river lost its continuity.
The wind's trajectory halted, and all existing structures were severed at that moment, causing problems to first appear in the world of a cultivator.
His fiery domain was still burning, but it was no longer continuous; the flames split into dozens of segments, each floating independently. He jolted and tried to reconnect them.
The newly formed connection was severed again. His breathing became erratic, and his aura began to dissipate. On the other side, the ice beneath the sword cultivator's feet cracked.
The cracks continued to extend. He raised his hand and pressed down, spreading his sword intent again. Lines were pulled up again, only to be severed once more.
His hands began to tremble and his sword intent became unstable. The female cultivator's spiritual wood framework was also breaking, and the connection between the branches disappeared.
Each segment floated independently; she quickly retracted all the structures, compressing them to a single point, no longer attempting to reconnect, focusing solely on the core.
Qin Yu stood in the center, his world also severed, all structures broken and disconnected, and he made no attempt to repair them.
Without attempting to reconnect, his gaze fell upon the Chaos Ink Master, and within his sea of consciousness, he deduced and unfolded a corresponding analysis, not a guess.
He saw the cyclical patterns of the behavioral patterns, the trigger points for each move, and the target of each attack.
Everything was consistent, stable, unchanging, and without deviation. In the next instant, the conclusion was formed, Chaos Ink Master was no longer fighting.
As Qin Yu's gaze hardened, he stopped resisting the cutting force and instead further compressed all the structures.
He retracted, no longer maintaining the "world," retaining only the "origin." All the cut lines were abandoned and never reconnected. He stood there.
Like returning to the very beginning, the tangent line passed through his area without change, while the other six were still desperately trying to break and reconnect, break again, and compress again.
The aura grew increasingly chaotic, and the world shrank ever smaller, yet no one gave up. All seven dots on the white paper remained intact, and the Chaos Ink Master ceased his attack.
The paper blade came to a standstill, and the entire space fell into a brief silence once again. Qin Yu had already seen through the pattern of everything.
The white paper fell silent, and nothingness slowly approached. The seven remaining worlds shrank into the smallest point after that cut line. The structure no longer radiated outward, and the Fate Soul no longer spread. The entire Primordial Paper Realm seemed to be waiting for the final stroke.
Qin Yu at the origin, his gaze passing over the illusory figure holding a pen, falling into the deeper whiteness—that was no match for him.
That is the movement of the entire paper world, the ink falls, smooths it out; the boundary is stable, the brush is finished, everything is without deviation, without will, only the Order Adjudication.
He stopped looking at the illusory figure and looked at his feet. Whiteness was contained within, nothingness was outside, chaos was inside, and everything was in the same cycle.
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly entered the Fate Soul of the other six:
"It will not be defeated." He then raised his hand, palm down. "It will only accept it."
The six people's eyes widened simultaneously. Qin Yu's voice continued to be forceful, "Guard the foundation." "Do not expand." "Do not resist."
"Make your world a part of this piece of paper." His gaze hardened. "Make it impossible to write on." The air froze.
The female cultivator was the first to react. Her breathing was still rapid, but she quickly restrained all the outward Daoist energy. The originally expanding spiritual wood structure began to retract, with each branch shrinking inward and the roots no longer pushing outward but instead wrapping around its core, compressing all the Daoist energy into a single point.
Her world shrank but became heavier; the white surface beneath her feet no longer undulated, and the ethereal tentacles approached, stopped, and went around her.
The swordsman closed his eyes, lowered his longsword, and stopped slashing outwards. He retracted it inch by inch, pressing it back into the original point, and the originally scattered chill completely disappeared.
Only a thin line remained, a line that fell onto the white paper without spreading but could not be erased.
The fire cultivator clasped his hands together, the flames ceased to burn and went out completely, the last wisp of light sank into the core, and his world became a blazing point.
It ceased its turbulence and fluctuations, remaining stable, while the others also subsided at the same time.
The rules shrink and the structure is compacted, and all the mountains, rivers, veins, and trajectories that were once spread out are all brought back to the original point.
The seven origin points landed on the white paper, no longer contending or expanding. The Chaos Ink Master picked up his brush again, and the ink fell upon one of them.
The ink covered the origin point, but it didn't disappear the next instant. The ink stopped, and the entire paper world trembled slightly as the origin point remained still.
The ink fell again, and the second person's original point remained; it neither spread nor disappeared. The ink flowed away, and then it happened a third time.
The fourth time, all seven origin points were fully contained and existed, none of them were erased.
Qin Yu raised his fingertips and brought them down to his origin point. For the first time, the movement expanded outwards, not by expansion, but by manifestation.
A line emerges from the origin and falls onto the white paper; that line is neither cut nor erased.
Then the second and third rules begin to generate externally assigned information, growing naturally from the origin.
The other six people simultaneously sensed the change, and their origins began to respond, with lines extending from their respective cores.
The seven worlds were no longer isolated; they all left their marks on this blank sheet of paper, which began to change, and nothingness receded.
The chaotic energy slowed down, and the previously flowing paper surface began to stabilize. The lines intertwined to form a structure, and the structure took shape.
Having become the true center that can be "beared," the Chaos Ink Master's form began to loosen, his robes dissipated, and his ink brush vibrated; he no longer made a move.
No longer writing, its entire existence began to merge into the white paper, returning to its place as the paper blade shattered, transforming into countless points of light.
As the ink brush vibrated for the last time within the structure created by the seven people, its tip landed on Qin Yu's original point.
It didn't erase it, leaving only the deepest mark. In the next instant, the Chaos Ink Master completely disappeared and ceased to exist.
The entire Primordial Paper Realm was reduced to nothingness, consisting of only white paper and seven worlds. The boundary shifted, and space stabilized again.
The seven stood calmly in their respective worlds, their auras steady Fate Soul undisturbed. The female cultivator slowly raised her head, looking at Qin Yu, the shock in her eyes impossible to conceal:
"You weren't fighting it just now," her voice trembled slightly, "You were making it acknowledge you."
Another cultivator took a deep breath and cupped his hands in greeting. "Fellow Daoist, your move treats the secret realm as paper and yourself as a pen."
His gaze was solemn. "This is absolutely amazing!!!" Qin Yu stood there, no longer looking into the distance.
He simply looked at the patch of white paper at his feet, already marked with a trace, and smiled slightly. "I just wrote a stroke following its pattern."
The white paper slowly condensed, and the void retreated to the distant boundary. The seven worlds stood quietly on that pure white surface. The tremors of the Fate Soul gradually subsided, but the aura deep within the Realm of Wood underwent a subtle change at this moment. A more stable and solid primal power quietly surged from the depths of space, as if the entire world was completing some kind of higher-level shaping.
In the next instant, countless tiny points of light lit up simultaneously in the space. These points of light, initially like faint sparks, quickly filled the entire field of vision, densely hovering around the seven people. Each point of light slowly solidified, eventually revealing a clear crystalline outline—a series of flawless icosahedral crystals, sharp yet without sharp edges, translucent throughout, as steady and substantial as warm jade. Each facet reflected everything around it like a mirror.
Whether it's a blank sheet of paper, nothingness, or the Realm Wheel, all are reflected stably and without distortion on its surface. Inside the crystal, a silver-white sphere hangs silently at the center, without the slightest rotation or fluctuation, as if time and energy have completely stopped there. That cool and tranquil radiance slowly spreads out, touching the Fate Soul in an instant.
All the remaining shocks and disturbances were smoothed out inch by inch, and even the hidden dangers left over from the battle were silently suppressed to the deepest depths; occasionally, a very faint dark blue pattern would flash across the surface of the crystal. The pattern would disappear in an instant, but it carried an indescribable sense of balance, which would stabilize the energy of the entire space.
Several crystals slowly approached one of the cultivators, gently suspending around him and rotating on their own. A faint halo unfolded, and his chaotic Fate Soul quickly calmed down under the halo, even his breathing became long and even.
The cultivator abruptly looked up, his gaze fixed on the crystal he held in his palm. His breathing quickened, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. "This is... the Supreme Transformation Source Crystal!" The moment he uttered those words, the entire space seemed to ignite.
The gazes of the other six all converged on him. He gripped the crystal tightly, his knuckles white, his voice growing increasingly excited. "A currency that exists only in the Supreme Transformation Primordial Domain... a genuine Supreme Transformation Source Crystal... legend has it that it takes a thousand God-Level Resonance Crystal to condense one. And here... there are so many..." Before he could finish speaking...
He could no longer speak; a mixture of shock and ecstasy surged within his Fate Soul. The other six were equally unable to remain calm, their gazes sweeping back and forth among the floating Supreme Transformation Source Crystal, their expressions shifting from shock to undisguised fervor. Such resources were no longer merely opportunities, but foundational assets capable of altering one's cultivation destiny. They could not only be exchanged for higher-level treasures, techniques, and supernatural powers, but also restore Fate Soul more quickly.
However, before everyone could fully recover, the space rippled again, and six beams of light slowly descended from the sky, hovering steadily above the white paper. These were six jade boxes, each formed from ancient jade, with a warm, translucent luster. The surfaces of the boxes were uncarved, yet countless extremely fine lines flowed slowly within them, occasionally coalescing into complete structures.
At times, the light would disperse into disordered patterns, as if the Dao itself were constantly evolving and returning to its origin. The lids remained tightly shut, yet the aura seeping from the cracks was so heavy that it caused the surrounding space to sink slightly. That aura was not sharp, but carried a complete and profound sense of origin, like some kind of already formed existence sealed within, waiting to be opened. The gazes of the seven people simultaneously fell upon the six jade boxes, and the air became exceptionally tense at that moment.
The female cultivator spoke slowly, her voice regaining its composure. "Fellow Daoists, these Supreme Transformation Source Crystal are for each of you to collect according to your own fortune." Her gaze then fell upon the six jade boxes, pausing slightly, "As for these six jade boxes... how should they be distributed?"
Before she could finish speaking, one of the cultivators spoke coldly, his tone direct and undisguised. "There are seven of us, but only six jade boxes. So it's simple: whoever has the lower cultivation level withdraws." Another immediately chimed in, pointing at Qin Yu with a cold gaze. "The six of us are all at the Mystic Void Realm · Middle Stage, only he is at the Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme. He will have to give up his share."
The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing this. The female Cultivation God turned icy, her voice filled with suppressed anger. "If he hadn't seen the key to breaking the deadlock, we wouldn't have made it this far. Now that the opportunity is before us, do you think it's reasonable for us to give it up?"
The other four exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. However, the first to speak sneered, his gaze still fixed on the jade box. "Then let him take more Supreme Transformation Source Crystal. I won't give up this jade box." Another echoed coldly, "Sooner or later someone will see how things are resolved. It's not his achievement alone, and I won't give up my share either."
The female cultivator's anger intensified, and her voice suddenly rose. "You..." Before she could finish speaking, Qin Yu had already raised his hand to stop her. His movements were unhurried, yet he instantly suppressed the impending conflict.
Qin Yu's gaze remained calm as he slowly swept over the crowd. His voice, though not loud, clearly penetrated the Fate Soul of each person. "Since you two fellow Daoists believe I am unworthy to take this jade box, then I will not." He paused slightly, his gaze turning to the unopened depths of the space, "Within the third page lies the Mystic Void Non-Stillness Seal. I presume you all knew of it while you were outside. This item is the true core opportunity, and also a crucial treasure for this competition."
His tone remained calm. "Let's make it a deal here. After entering the third page, everyone will compete based on their own abilities, regardless of life or death, whether they help or not. Whoever gets it, it belongs to them." The two men snorted coldly, a chilling glint in their eyes. "You said it yourself, so it's a deal. But if you encounter danger on the third page, don't blame us for not helping you!"