After Qin Yu successfully broke through to the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage, his figure did not linger. Instead, he was gently "wiped out" of his original space by a purer and more extreme force. There was no passage, no stairs, and not even a process of "entering." He was simply standing there for a moment, and then he was no longer in the same place. The sixth level, the Realm of Light, had been opened.
The next moment, he appeared in a light, not a light that illuminates everything, but a light that only allows itself to exist.
The entire space was covered by an extremely pure incandescent color. There was no sky, no ground, no direction, no boundary, and even the concept of "space" itself seemed superfluous. The light was neither gentle nor dazzling. It had no temperature, but rather an extremely sharp texture, as if every ray of light had been compressed into an invisible blade.
The light is flowing, but not forward, backward, upward, or downward; it is "rubbing".
Qin Yu had no foothold, but just as his presence stabilized, a small section of the area beneath his feet suddenly appeared empty—not a collapse, but rather a momentary erasure of that "existence."
It would recover in the next moment, only to be erased again in the next moment; it was a continuous "attempt to erase".
The blade of light passed silently, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake, without shattering or collapsing.
A space was erased, a concept was erased, a piece of logic was erased.
Even the process of being "erased" itself is erased at certain moments, leaving only an indescribable sense of rupture.
At this moment, a very subtle abnormality appeared on the hem of Qin Yu's clothes; it wasn't cut open.
Rather, that part of the "definition of the existence of the hem of clothing" was briefly missing for a moment, and then forcibly pulled back by his own Daoist aura.
He stood there, motionless, but an extremely subtle "anchor of existence" had quietly unfolded around him.
That wasn't a defense, but rather—a demonstration of "my existence." At that moment, the entire field of light suddenly fell silent for a brief instant.
It wasn't a stop, but rather a focus; within that pure white incandescent light, something began to appear.
It had no shape, no outline, not even a location, yet Qin Yu clearly "knew" it at that moment.
It exists within the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord, the Lightblade Erasure Spirit; it has not descended, for it has never left.
The entire light domain, just like that, rippled slightly with pure white light, and a thin blade of light silently swept past Qin Yu's side.
In that instant, Qin Yu's shadow vanished—not because it was obscured, but because the very concept of "shadow" was erased.
Even the fact that "the shadow once existed" was erased in that instant, and Qin Yu did not turn back.
His gaze slowly rose, looking into the boundless depths of white light.
Within his mind, an extremely clear understanding was taking shape: here, "errors" were not allowed.
The so-called error refers not to the action itself, but to existence itself. The next moment, the light field trembled again.
Countless light blades appeared simultaneously, not from a single direction, but from "all logically permissible angles" at the same time.
They have no trajectory, no speed, no beginning and no end.
It is simply established in the "place where it should exist," which is the first judgment on "whether Qin Yu's existence is reasonable."
Within the realm of light, there was no sound, no killing intent, no fluctuations; only one thing was happening—
Judging from the scene, the space beneath Qin Yu's feet was erased once again, but this time it did not immediately recover.
The white light is flowing, not forward, not outward, but engulfing.
Qin Yu in the center of the light field. The space beneath his feet that had just been erased did not recover. That blank space was like a mark that had been permanently dug out, and its edges continued to collapse inward, as if even the state of "blank" was being further erased.
The next instant, the first blade of light appeared; it didn't fly towards Qin Yu, but instead "established" itself on Qin Yu's left shoulder.
At that moment, the space did not shatter, no sound was produced, but Qin Yu's left shoulder lost a layer of outline—a corner of his robe, along with the definition of that small area of space, disappeared at the same time, leaving not even an edge, as if it had never existed.
Qin Yu's body trembled slightly, but he did not back down.
Within his sea of consciousness, an invisible Fate Soul suddenly trembled and unfolded. In that instant, all the remaining fragments of laws, narrative traces, and causal chains within his body converged inward, condensing into an extremely small yet extremely stable "core of existence."
A second blade of light appeared on the back of his neck; his breath caught for a moment as the blade fell.
It wasn't suffocation, but rather that the act of "breathing" lost the conditions for its existence at that moment.
His body leaned slightly forward, the outline of his spine fractured, a small segment of his existence was erased, but just before the fracture spread, the "core of existence" within him suddenly trembled, and an extremely violent pulling force exploded from the depths of his Fate Soul. The erased part seemed to be forcibly dragged back, the outline reassembled, and breathing was "allowed" again.
A third light blade appeared simultaneously, appearing at three points: between his brows, in his heart meridian, and beneath his feet.
Qin Yu's figure was torn into three afterimages at this moment, each of which was being devoured by the light blade. The white light penetrated inward along his structure of existence. In his sea of consciousness, some memories began to turn white, fade, and break. Those understandings about cultivation and about the world were erased page by page in the light.
He did not close his eyes; instead, his pupils sank completely at this moment, and deep within his Fate Soul, the newly formed core suddenly expanded.
It wasn't a spread, it was a "confirmation"—he took that step.
The space beneath his feet, which had been erased, did not recover. His foot stepped directly onto the "blank space," and at the very moment his foot landed, he forcibly pressed a new outline of existence into that blank space, as if writing a new stroke on "nothingness."
The light field trembled for a moment; it wasn't an attack, but a recalibration of the rules. The next moment, the entire light field brightened simultaneously.
Countless light blades were simultaneously "formed," densely packed together.
Without direction or trajectory, every part of Qin Yu's body was simultaneously erased, as if countless invisible knives were slicing away at the same time. Layer upon layer of outline began to peel away, and his robes, flesh, aura, and Daoist charm all became thinner, disappeared, and were wiped away.
He did not retreat. His body was collapsing, his Fate Soul was trembling, and his consciousness was shattering, but at the Threshold point of complete collapse, he suddenly spread his hands.
It wasn't a hand seal, it was "grabbing"—he grabbed himself.
Within his sea of consciousness, the fragments of memory being erased did not flow back; instead, they were forcibly pressed into that core point. At that moment, all remaining awareness solidified into an extremely rough yet unwavering outline—
"I am here." In that instant, all the light blades paused for a moment—not a halt, but a judgment.
Qin Yu's body re-formed its outline, his shoulders, spine, and brow gradually recovering, but the recovery process was extremely slow. Every inch of the reshaping was repeatedly wiped by the light blade. His existence was like being placed on a blank sheet of paper, written on again and again, and then erased again and again.
He took another step, the blank space beneath his feet expanded, the light domain tightened again, and within the pure white, a deeper wave began to gather.
That wasn't an attack, that was—"Next Judgment".
The field of light expanded abruptly in that instant; the pure white incandescent light ceased to flow and began to condense, as if being gathered from all directions by an invisible hand, compressed layer upon layer to a single focal point.
The next instant, a translucent beam of light, three zhang tall, appeared directly in front of Qin Yu. It did not descend from afar, nor did it emerge from the void; it had always existed within this light, but at this moment, the light chose to present itself in the form of "shape."
The figure was pure white, but its outline was unstable, like a faint shadow left over from countless wipes. Tens of thousands of tiny light blades were wrapped around it, each one trembling slightly, as if searching for a place to land.
Where the light blade swept across, the surface of space was scratched with fine, invisible cracks. These cracks did not break apart; they simply existed silently, like "gaps" left after something was erased.
Its face has no features, only a horizontal blank line running through the center. The line looks like a mark left after being repeatedly erased, and it keeps collapsing inward, as if even the state of "blankness" is being further swallowed up.
Its arms slowly extended, and as they extended, they transformed into two light-bladed erasers, each about ten feet long. The blades had a matte white finish, but the edges were so sharp that they were almost indistinguishable from each other.
It did not stop.
The unstable area beneath Qin Yu's feet was shaved away another layer, and his figure swayed slightly in the light, his Fate Soul Nucleus emitting a very subtle tremor. The next instant, the light and shadow appeared directly in front of his chest, and his right arm had already fallen.
Without a swipe of its blade, without any accumulation of power, the blade struck directly at his chest, instantly severing a piece of Qin Yu's chest cavity and erasing the very definition of that space.
His body did not fall, but his outline was rapidly fading. A violent fluctuation was stirred up in the depths of his consciousness. Large areas of his memories were covered by white light, like words being erased layer by layer. His experience in battle and his understanding of the past were interrupted in an instant.
The light and shadow moved again. This time, the two blades simultaneously locked onto his sea of consciousness and the Fate Soul Nucleus. The entire light domain tightened at this moment, and all the light blades began to converge on him, each one precisely fitting the tiny cracks in his structure.
Qin Yu's body began to peel away from its edges, his fingertips disappearing first, followed by his palms and arms, layer by layer being shaved off. There was no blood, no shattering, only disappearance, a clean and Ultimate disappearance. The vibrations of his Fate Soul intensified, and the core that had solidified in the fifth layer was repeatedly impacted, as if it could be wiped out at any moment.
At that Threshold moment, the depths of his consciousness suddenly contracted.
All the fading memories did not return to their original places, but were forcibly pressed into that core. All the cognitions that had not yet completely disappeared were rearranged at this moment, and an extremely rough but solid outline quickly took shape. It was not a complete self, nor a complete cognition, but only a most basic confirmation.
He was still there. The light blade fell again, and the newly formed outline was quickly erased. Qin Yu's body appeared as a double image, one layer being erased and another being regenerated, the two states superimposed at the same time. The erasing force in the light domain began to accelerate. The white light was like an invisible eraser, pressing down on him from all directions at the same time, even rewriting the structure of space.
Qin Yu no longer tried to maintain the original outline. He took another step, landing directly on the erased blank space. The blank space was pressed into a new structure beneath his feet, extremely unstable, yet truly real.
His body began to change; its outline was no longer fixed, and its boundaries began to blur. The parts that originally belonged to the "body" were redefined as a more abstract state of existence.
The Lightblade Erasure Spirit for a fleeting moment, a pause so brief, yet enough.
Qin Yu raised his hand, his movements extremely slow. His hand did not block the light blade, nor did it dispel the white light; he simply grasped a wisp of light that was about to be erased. That wisp of light had already entered the process of disappearing, its edges collapsing. The moment he touched it, the "disappearance logic" of that segment of light was forcibly interrupted.
The ray of light stopped, neither returning to its original state nor disappearing further; it remained suspended in the air, in a state of incompleteness.
The next instant, the entire light field trembled, and countless light blades simultaneously pointed at the wisp of light that had been left behind.
Qin Yu's figure was shaved away again, his existence was rapidly thinning, large blank spaces spread in his sea of consciousness, his name, memories, cause and effect were constantly being erased, and even the question of "who he is" began to break down.
His gaze remained fixed, and the Fate Soul Nucleus trembled once more, the most primal confirmation still present.
He caught the light again, a second, a third, and more and more of the erased light, which stopped around him.
They did not recover completely, but they did not disappear either. For the first time in the light domain, a region appeared that was not completely dominated by the erasure rules.
The figure of the Lightblade Erasure Spirit began to shift, and the trajectory of the light blades around it became slightly disordered. It locked onto Qin Yu again, and its arms fell simultaneously. At this moment, the entire space was re-divided into dozens of erasure layers, each of which was simultaneously performing erasure.
Qin Yu's body disappeared, reconstructed, and disappeared again in these layers. His existence was repeatedly torn apart, and his Fate Soul was shaken to its Limit. But in the midst of that continuous erasure, the light he left behind began to connect into one.
A faint, yet real, area slowly took shape within the pure white light field, and within that area, the light no longer immediately disappeared.
The erasure process was delayed. Qin Yu stood within it, his body incomplete and his aura extremely weak, yet he remained firmly in place.
His existence was not completely erased, and at that moment, a slight fluctuation appeared for the first time in the blank patterns of the Lightblade Erasure Spirit.