The blank runes on the giant light blade suddenly sank, and the entire light domain seemed to be gripped tightly from the inside by an invisible hand. In the next instant, countless fine light blades burst out from the Ultimate blade surface. They had no trajectory, but at the same time they filled the entire space, intertwining, overlapping and extending with each other, and in the blink of an eye they wove a pure white light net that covered the sky and the earth.
The moment the light net fell, there was no roar, no tremor, but the space beneath Qin Yu's feet seemed to have its skeleton removed. He swayed slightly, and the originally stable meridians deep within his Fate Soul began to become misaligned.
The newly reconstructed Dao Foundation patterns on his chest suddenly reversed. The original flow that nourished his soul inward was completely reversed the moment the light net pressed down. Like a river that had been forcibly bent, it surged upward from the inside and crashed directly into the deepest part of his sea of consciousness.
Within the sea of consciousness, the divine soul patterns suddenly trembled violently, and strands of thoughts that should have been quietly settling were simultaneously torn out, colliding and negating each other, like countless mirrors reflecting different versions of themselves at the same time.
"I have a foundation in the Way." "I Wudao." "I am here." "I have never been here."
These thoughts were not illusions; they existed realistically at the same moment, colliding with each other in the same sea of consciousness. Qin Yu's breathing instantly became erratic, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling completely disrupted. He took a slight step back half an inch, but as that half inch landed, the space beneath his feet no longer acknowledged his weight.
His entire body felt as if it were about to slip out of the logic of "existing here." Within the net of light, countless light blades grazed past his body, each one leaving a tiny crack within him. These cracks were not physical; the logic of "this part once existed" began to crumble.
Fine white marks appeared on the surface of the Dao Foundation. These marks spread rapidly, like the edges of a repeatedly wiped piece of paper starting to fray. The depths of the sea of consciousness were even more dangerous. Traces of past cultivation were denied one after another. Some memories had just surfaced when they were torn apart by another logic. Even the idea of "having experienced it before" no longer held true.
The light net tightened, and the giant blade trembled slightly.
At this moment, the will of the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord was completely suppressed, and the logic of the collapse of the Dao Foundation began to unfold in full. The meridian in Qin Yu's chest, which had been reorganized by the Source-Cause Construct Heart, suddenly backfired violently. A force that was almost tearing apart exploded from the inside, rushing straight to his sea of consciousness. His vision turned white instantly, and his whole body was almost emptied out from the inside by this attack.
At that very moment, he did not retreat; his eyes suddenly fixed on the white light.
The Concept Erasure Blade he had just encountered had already revealed all the cracks within him, and now this web of logical negation magnified every single one of those cracks to the Ultimate. Qin Yu did not fight against the web; instead, he reflected on himself through it. His Fate Soul suddenly sank, and a very fine will rose from the deepest part of his sea of consciousness. He no longer tried to restore everything to its original state; he began to discern.
Which one is an impurity, which one is a shackle, and which one is the root that must be preserved?
In that instant, his consciousness felt as if it were being torn into countless thin threads, each thread being pulled apart by different logical conflicts, yet he forcibly sought a common point among these conflicts. The Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence - Six Severances Seal did not release outwards; the seal's form slowly rotated deep within his Fate Soul. The Master Book Seal Severance Naming Reconstruction did not point outwards but rather inwards.
He didn't redefine himself as a complete being; he only did one thing—name each of the denied and torn parts as "fallacies." The moment the names were uttered, the sharpest blades of light within the net of light suddenly paused slightly. They were originally about to tear apart Qin Yu's Dao foundation, but in that instant, they were drawn toward the marked cracks.
Qin Yu slowly raised his palm at that moment. There was no light in his palm, only a very thin white mark.
The white mark wasn't from an external force; it was a wisp of erasure intent he had just grasped within the light domain. That wisp of intent was extremely weak, so weak that it would backfire if it were slightly out of control, yet he firmly held onto it at this moment. The Void Source Truth Command technique silently operated deep within his Fate Soul, pressing that wisp of erasure intent into his own Daoist aura, preventing it from wandering and instead allowing it to flow along the veins of his existence.
"Stop." He uttered a single word in a low voice.
The white mark on his palm instantly lengthened, transforming into a miniature blade of light no more than a finger's length. The blade of light had no imposing power, yet it was Ultimate sharp. It did not slash outwards, but instead struck directly at the area on his chest where the crack had first appeared.
As the blade of light struck, the earliest backlash line was neatly severed, and the old battle scars and residual impurities hidden within were completely wiped away at that moment. It wasn't repair, it was deletion. That remnant that shouldn't have continued to exist disappeared completely from his Dao foundation at that moment.
Immediately afterwards, he locked onto the second, third, and fourth cracks in succession. The miniature light blades fell again and again. With each fall, his breathing became heavier and his Fate Soul trembled. Yet, the area that was grazed quickly became pure and stable.
The light network tightened its grip, and the power of logical negation doubled. "I have a foundation of the Way—I Wudao— " The two thoughts exploded simultaneously once again.
Qin Yu suddenly looked up, his eyes surging with bloodlust. He didn't try to suppress the two thoughts; he simply let them coexist. Then, he used a miniature light blade to wipe out the false path of "Wudao foundation" in one stroke.
After erasing it, that area of his consciousness suddenly became empty. The next instant, the true logic of the Dao foundation re-emerged and firmly embedded itself in its original position. Immediately afterwards, he locked another causal node where the "past and present were broken." The Three Forms of Fate Construction: Cause and Effect Deconstruction silently unfolded in the depths of his consciousness. A broken causal line was reconnected by him, and the moment the connection was completed, the excess twisted parts of that line were directly wiped away by him with a miniature light blade.
The light network began to show subtle fluctuations, and the will of the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord pressed down again. The light blade began to turn, and a deeper logic of negation was mobilized. An incompletely formed Existence Deletion Blade condensed from the core of the light network, pointing directly at the core of Qin Yu's Fate Soul Nucleus.
In that instant, the brightness of the entire light field suddenly increased, and the white light was so dazzling that even the act of "seeing" became unstable.
Qin Yu's breath hitched. He stopped his internal cultivation and took a step forward.
The space beneath his feet, which had just stabilized, suddenly trembled, and he charged directly towards the Existence Deletion Blade. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword hadn't materialized, but the essence of the Dao-Slaying Annihilation Sword exploded beside him. His figure was stretched into an extremely thin black line in the white light—that wasn't speed.
He deliberately compressed the traces of his own existence, making it difficult for the erasure of the light domain to completely lock onto him. The moment that Existence Deletion Blade fell, his figure suddenly turned to the side, and the Book of Fate Law - The Realm Severing Origin Brush swept across the depths of his Fate Soul. That stroke did not block the blade, but directly rewrote its "direction".
The blade that was supposed to erase Qin Yu's core existence shifted its direction at the last moment, landing on the most crucial node within the light network.
That node is the key fulcrum that the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord uses to maintain the entire logical negation network.
A burst of white light erupted, and at that moment, an extremely fine crack appeared in the entire light net. Qin Yu did not stop.
The miniature light blade in his palm suddenly lengthened, and this time it didn't just graz him. He followed the fracture and forcefully thrust the light blade into the interior of the light net.
"Break!" A low growl exploded from his throat.
The light blade swept across the light net, and in that instant, the entire light domain saw its first truly meaningful "blank rift." Within that rift, there was not something being erased, but rather a void that had lost the very rule of erasure. The giant blade of the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord trembled violently, the blank runes surged turbulently, and for the first time, the entire Ultimate form became unstable.
Qin Yu didn't stop. He rushed straight up through the crack. All the Daoist principles that had been corrected within his Fate Soul erupted at the same time. He didn't destroy the giant blade. Instead, he rushed towards its core connection point, clasped his hands together, and the Void Source · Dream Stillness and Boundless Return to the Abyss · Annihilation Other Shore lit up simultaneously deep within his Fate Soul.
"Return." The moment the voice fell, the erasing force in his palm surged out of control, but at the last moment he firmly suppressed its direction, pressing it directly onto the connection between the giant blade and the core of the light domain.
In an instant, the light domain fell silent; the erasure rules of that area had been forcibly "erased."
It wasn't about destroying it, but about making it temporarily lose its self-definition. The giant light blade trembled violently, and the Ultimate form of the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord experienced a brief blank at this moment.
Qin Yu stood in that blank space, his chest heaving violently, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His Fate Soul had been nearly shattered, yet his consciousness was clearer than ever. He didn't make another move; he simply stood there, steadily standing in that blank space of rules that he had personally "erased."
For the first time, the Light Domain did not immediately erase him; it hesitated. And he had already grasped the true key to this layer.
The giant light blade stopped swinging for a moment, as if it had been torn apart from within by an invisible hand. The entire form that stretched across the sky began to disintegrate silently, and the blank runes on the blade's surface fell off one by one, turning into countless pure white light particles that first slowly drifted away.
In the next instant, it suddenly surged, and the entire light field was completely filled with these light particles. There were no boundaries, no directions, only a blinding white that made "seeing" itself begin to dissolve.
Qin Yu stood in that white expanse, the last piece of space beneath his feet that still acknowledged "him standing here" was erased, his body sank slightly, and then in the next instant was supported by a deeper force. What supported him was not space, but the core of "himself still existing" that he had just anchored to.
The light particles began to rotate, not around a single point, but around the "concept of existence" itself throughout the entire light domain.
The rotation accelerated, and beams of light were drawn from the light particles, like countless thin lines being straightened and then simultaneously drawn inward. A storm was formed. There was no sound of wind, no impact, only layers of blank space being constantly erased and spreading.
Space disappears first, followed by the erasure of the judgment that "there is space here"; rules break first, followed by the dissipation of the cognition that "rules once existed"; the light field itself begins to thin, like a sheet of paper that has been repeatedly wiped until it is almost transparent, and the concept of "paper" may disappear at any time.
Qin Yu's body was the first to be engulfed. A white light swept across his shoulder, leaving no wound, but suddenly a gap appeared in that spot.
That was a part of the definition that "once belonged to him" being directly erased. Then, a second light blade swept across his chest, and the patterns that had just been corrected on his Dao Foundation instantly faded. Several meridians that had not yet been fully stabilized disappeared directly, and even the traces of "this meridian once existed" were taken away.
Within the sea of consciousness, the divine soul light patterns vibrated wildly. The cause and effect of the past and present were simultaneously stirred up and smoothed out by the light particles. The chain of cause and effect that had just been sorted out began to loosen again, like a path whose nodes were being constantly erased, which could collapse entirely at any moment.
The storm continued to press down, suffocating Qin Yu.
His chest rose and fell halfway, but he couldn't find any basis for the action of "inhaling" for the next breath. His consciousness went blank for a moment, and the world in front of him suddenly seemed to be missing a layer. He took a step forward, but there was no place to land, because the direction "ahead" had been half erased from his perception.
In that instant, he didn't struggle; his Fate Soul suddenly contracted inward, shrinking his power, shrinking his "existence."
The three-breath limit became clearer at this moment than ever before. In the first breath, he closed his eyes. Not to avoid the light, but to let all external influences slip past his senses. He sank all his attention into the deepest part of his Fate Soul, a place where there was no light, no storm, only an extremely tiny "me".
That single grain, devoid of any realm, experience, or definition, simply existed and is currently existing. In the second breath, he gently lifted this grain of "I," Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence: Six Severances Seal silently unfolded within his Fate Soul.
This time, there was no outward manifestation of any style or name, only an extremely pure sense of Order Adjudication, which fixed this existence, making it no longer dependent on any foundation, soul, or cause and effect, but established independently. In the third breath, he opened his eyes.
He saw no world, only white, yet he stood firm. The storm swept over him, but the core of existence he anchored to remained untouched.
Everything that followed happened simultaneously in a very short time; the light blade continued to slash at him, but he was no longer passively enduring it.
He slowly raised his palm, and the miniature erasing light blade that had been formed earlier reappeared. This time, it was no longer just a thin line, but a slightly expanded one, carrying a will that was of the same origin as the light domain but whose direction had been rewritten by him.
He didn't swing it outwards; instead, he pressed the light blade against his chest, inch by inch, cutting away the still unstable parts of his Dao foundation. It wasn't repair; it was deliberate dismantling. He peeled away the last remaining layer of inconsistency from his body, slice by slice.
An old remnant was erased, a distorted cause and effect was smoothed out, and a lingering obsession was severed directly in the sea of consciousness.
With each strike, his aura weakened, his Fate Soul trembled, yet the anchored core shone ever brighter. As the storm swept in, he met it head-on, aligning the light blades and leaving the parts that didn't belong to the core to the light domain to erase. He no longer resisted the erasure; he chose to filter.
In the white light, his figure began to thin, be erased, and be simplified, while at the same time, his other hand slowly unfolded.
The Source-Cause Construct Heart trembled violently deep within his Fate Soul, and the intent to replicate the Void Source Truth Command spread along the newly corrected Daoist rhythm. He no longer only acted within his body; he began to manipulate the light outside.
He gradually amplified the resonance between that wisp and the light domain. He didn't try to do too much; each time, he only drew out an extremely thin strand, letting it circulate along his Dao rhythm, and then sent it back into the storm.
With the first wisp, he used it to erase a lapse in the path of error that had not yet completely faded behind him.
The second strand of energy he used erased the remaining contradictions in his mind's sea of consciousness that had just been torn apart by the negation of logic.
The third strand, he made it trace an extremely thin line along the edge of the light domain storm.
The moment that line appeared, a certain area in the storm suddenly slowed down for a second, and Qin Yu's eyes narrowed.
He saw it—not the form, but "where the erasure was emanating."
The Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord has completely merged into the light domain, but its "rule origin" still exists. It is a void area whiter than light, from which all erasures spread. That area has no shape, no direction, and not even a position. It has only one characteristic—all light particles will experience an extremely slight delay when they approach it.
Qin Yu's breathing steadied completely at that moment. He didn't rush over, and he didn't lock onto the target.
Following the thin line he had just drawn, he extended the miniature light blade in his palm once more. This time, the blade was no longer aimed at him, but glided along the direction of the storm's flow, like a fragment drifting downstream, silently approaching that "starting point."
After each section, he would gently adjust the direction using the Order Adjudication of the Book of Fate Law, ensuring it always ran along the inner edge of the storm, unnoticed and unaffected by any backlash.
As the distance shortened, the storm grew increasingly violent, large blank areas began to appear in the light field, and half of Qin Yu's body had become translucent, making even the judgment that "he is still here" uncertain.
At the very last moment, he abruptly withdrew his palm, and the miniature light blade stopped extending and suddenly contracted, condensing into a single point.
He took a step forward, and although there was no space beneath his feet, he stood on the very point of existence he had just anchored to, instantly piercing into the deepest part of the storm.
"Stop." With that word, the point of light blade in his palm pressed directly onto that "starting point."
There was no explosion, no impact; the light suddenly stopped, and then a very fine ripple spread out from that point.
Those ripples were not power, but traces of "erasing the rules being gently rewritten," and the storm began to break apart.
All the light blades became disoriented in that instant; they were originally meant to erase Qin Yu's existence, but now they all swept towards the starting point itself.
For the first time, the will of the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord rebounded, causing the entire light domain to tremble violently.
That pure white space began to collapse, outwards and inwards.
Qin Yu stood at the center of the collapse, his Fate Soul compressed to its Limit, yet his gaze remained fixed on that one point. He did not attempt to "erase" the Myriad Dharmas Erasure Lord; he merely changed that rule to prioritize correcting its own errors.
At that moment, the fallacy of the light domain was itself; the ripples continued to spread, and the light domain collapsed layer by layer.
Countless particles of light swirled back, and the giant light blade that once spanned the heavens and the earth completely dispersed invisibly, even the concept of "there was once a light blade" was rapidly fading away.
Qin Yu's body collapsed almost simultaneously. He stood there until the last ray of white light disappeared, and the entire secret realm fell into absolute silence.
There was no light, no darkness, only a completely revised emptiness. He was still there, and the judgment on this level had been completed by him.