The darkness had no boundaries, yet in that instant it suddenly tightened, as if an invisible hand had gripped the entire Dark Court from the outside. The once calmly suspended, Heaven-Reaching Fountain Pen trembled violently, and the dormant remnants of rules on its body simultaneously cracked, with dark golden cracks spreading from the tip to the tip.
Like countless orders suppressed for millennia, exposed at this moment, darkness did not overflow from the cracks; instead, something deeper was squeezed out, carrying a murderous intent and obsession so intense it was almost palpable.
In the next instant, the shadow of that pen was no longer just a shadow.
Dark gold solidified from the darkness, like molten metal suddenly cooled, and a figure was "written" directly from the shadow of a pen. It did not walk out, but was written into shape. Its five-zhang-tall body hung in the void, dark gold armor clinging to its form, its surface flowing with fine textures like those of a pen, each texture constantly changing, as if recording and erasing a piece of history that was not yet finished.
The dried blood of the divine soul covered its armor, each drop trembling slightly, like a struggling remnant soul, slowly being drawn into the depths of the armor with each breath. Darkness rolled around it, and the phantom of the remnant soul piled up layer upon layer, only to be swallowed up by it in the next instant, its mournful, silent howls spreading continuously throughout this Dark Court.
Its head tilts forward, half human and half pen tip. The pen tip's outline is so sharp that even the "shape" seems superfluous. The jet-black rune between its brows flickers, and with each flash, the surrounding space is slightly displaced for a moment, as if it has been rewritten and forcibly pieced back together.
The dark gold steel pen blade in its right hand slowly rose, and the three-zhang-long pen tip drew a trajectory in the void. The trajectory did not leave any light, but directly erased a section of space from "existence", leaving a gap without any definition.
With a flick of its left hand, darkness condensed into countless tiny pen tips, densely packed around Qin Yu, each one aimed at the weakest point of his Fate Soul and foundation. Layers upon layers of remnant souls and bones lay beneath its feet, and with each step it took, the sound of bones shattering echoed continuously in the darkness, as new phantoms surged from the cracks, filling the gaps.
The True Annihilation Pen Lord manifested, but did not rush to attack; instead, the brush tip gently fell. This fall was not an attack, but writing.
The Dark Court was instantly divided into countless layers, each revealing a section of the old world's rules and structure. Time was compressed into lines, cause and effect were folded into planes, and space was flattened into paper. All layers unfolded simultaneously, overlapping and repelling each other.
The void beneath Qin Yu's feet suddenly transformed into a dense, regular grid, each grid point constantly shifting, as if awaiting redefinition. The next moment, the pen-shaped battle blade swept across.
" With Slaughter the World with the Pen, he annihilates the world." Silent and without a sound, the result has already arrived in the mortal realm.
The layer of rules beneath his feet instantly collapsed, the grid transforming into countless broken runes that invaded his cultivation foundation in reverse, attempting to completely dismantle his path of cultivation. At the same time...
The suspended miniature pen tips fell simultaneously, precisely piercing his sea of consciousness, meridians, and causal nodes. Each strike did not aim to kill, but deliberately tore open a crack, allowing the "collapse" to continue. The remnant soul threads were flung out from the pen owner's hand, wrapping around him like living things, and re-entering along the cracks in his Fate Soul he had just repaired, directly amplifying the pain to the Ultimate.
Qin Yu's body swayed noticeably for the first time.
It wasn't that he was repelled, but rather that in the instant his Fate Soul structure was forcibly dismantled, his entire existence fell into a momentary imbalance. The newly stabilized cognitive traces in his sea of consciousness were torn open with a thin crack, and fragments of the old rules poured in through this crack, attempting to redefine him.
His chest tightened suddenly, and a mouthful of blood surged up, sliding down his lips and being swallowed by the darkness.
At that very moment, an extremely tiny speck of blue light flickered gently on his right shoulder.
Without the slightest warning, nor the slightest hint of it spreading.
The point of light seemed to suddenly "remember" that it should be there, as Does Not Exist there before, and thus it appeared.
Xiao Yue, her figure no bigger than the palm of a hand, had a blue halo slowly rotating behind her, and her skirt was made of tiny starlight, each fragment shimmering slightly. She stood on Qin Yu's shoulder, glanced down at the rift that had almost torn his Fate Soul apart, and a slight smile played on her lips, but her tone carried an unprecedented solemnity.
"Don't let it lead you astray, Little Qinzi." She didn't look at the True Annihilation Pen Lord, nor did she try to block the brush tips.
Her gaze fell directly on the deepest part of Qin Yu's consciousness. "It's writing about you." "If you don't write, it will keep writing."
She raised her hand and gently touched the surface with her fingertip. That touch did not land outside, but instead fell directly into Qin Yu's Fate Soul.
A very fine cyan ripple spread deep within his sea of consciousness. The ripple had no power, but it was like a reminder, forcibly pulling him half a step out of his passive state.
"Deconstruct." "Don't block it." "Look at how it's written." Qin Yu's pupils constricted sharply in that instant.
He no longer suppressed the excruciating pain, nor did he try to resist the piercing strokes of the pen.
His consciousness followed the intruding fragments of rules in reverse, tracing the source inch by inch along every path Master Book.
Among those fragments, there are no complete rules, only incomplete "intentions"—binding, obliterating, and blocking dimensional ascension. Every attack is essentially repeating the same thing: pushing all possible paths to ascension back into the old order.
Qin Yu's lips trembled almost imperceptibly, not from pain, but from the bone-chilling cold that welled up from the depths of his heart after seeing everything clearly.
Instead of stabilizing the crack, he deliberately widened it.
The remnant soul threads suddenly tightened, and the pen master's sword slashed in, attempting to completely dismantle his Dao foundation along the crack. Just as the pen tip touched the core, the cognitive Dao traces in Qin Yu's sea of consciousness suddenly lit up.
He lowered his guard and began to write.
The Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence silently unfolded deep within the Fate Soul, and the Master Book Seal Severance landed directly on the torn crack. Instead of sealing it, it named it the "Old Order Intrusion Point."
The moment the naming was completed, all the intruding fragments of rules were re-marked, and the originally disordered erosion trajectory revealed a complete structure in his perception. In the next instant, Abyssal Rotation Profiling in reverse along these structures, dismantling the essential rules of the pen master's attack layer by layer.
The pain intensified, the pen pierced twice as fast, and the remnant soul threads tightened frantically, yet Qin Yu's consciousness grew clearer and clearer.
In these attacks, he saw the skeleton of the old world, and how it bound everything.
He also glimpsed the gap that it could not reach, and slowly raised his hand, not to meet the enemy, but to point at himself.
With a gentle flick of his fingertip, an extremely thin "deconstruction blade" formed in his palm. It was not an external force, but a trace of primordial intent that he had extracted from those fragments of rules. The blade fell, precisely slashing at a binding mark that had existed in his Dao Foundation for a long time but had never been completely removed.
That strike was executed without hesitation.
In that instant, his Fate Soul trembled violently once again, and a section of his cultivation path was directly stripped away. The intense pain almost caused his consciousness to collapse, but as the binding was severed, a trace of extremely pure Daoist charm emanated from the depths of the crack, creating an extremely subtle resonance with the Heaven-Reaching Fountain Pen deep within the Dark Court.
For the first time, True Annihilation Pen Lord's movements paused, not completely halting, but merely momentarily slowing down.
Qin Yu stood amidst the endless torment, his body swaying, his breath disordered, and his Fate Soul crisscrossed with cracks, yet his gaze was more stable than ever before.
He is no longer being written about; he begins to write back.
The darkness ceased its silence at that moment; it began to collapse.
It was neither an inward convergence nor an outward burst, but rather a complete convergence towards its own destiny of being "written." The dark gold pen that pierced through countless worlds suddenly shattered, all the regular patterns on its body collapsing simultaneously, and countless remnants of old orders were forcibly squeezed out from the cracks.
It was as if the order of an entire era had been violently overturned and torn apart. In the next instant, those shattered rules did not scatter, but were directly dragged by a higher will and gathered towards the same core.
The True Annihilation Pen Lord is no longer separate; it is no longer something standing beneath the pen, but rather the entire "pen-holding structure" itself.
The colossal body unfolded in the darkness, its upper body still retaining a human outline, while its lower body had completely merged into the Heaven-Reaching Fountain Pen, its tip piercing through the void and deeply penetrating the core of the invisible old world.
The entire Dark Court began to distort, the space became unstable, and the real and the unreal began to intertwine and overlap. Some areas still existed, while others had been rewritten into blank spaces that had never existed before. Countless phantoms of pen nibs spun in the storm, weaving through it with the howls of remnant souls. With each sweep, the rules were broken and peeled away like ink being wiped away.
The True Annihilation Rune between his brows suddenly expanded, and a circle of black light silently spread out.
Qin Yu's vision shifted in that instant. He saw himself still standing in the same spot, yet at the same time, he saw another version of himself being dragged into countless remnant souls. He saw his Dao foundation crumbling, yet he also saw that the crumbling itself had never happened. Reality and illusion coexisted, yet they also negated each other.
The pen's voice, though unspoken, is directly written into this space. If you are writing, then use yourself as the pen.
The giant blade in his right hand slowly rose, and with that rise, the rules of the entire Dark Court were straightened into a single line.
The next instant, the left hand swung down, "Remnant Soul Pen Strike - Soul Torture," without any explosion, without any impact, the outcome was decided in an instant.
The countless dark gold pen tips simultaneously "hit" Qin Yu from all directions. His body was not pierced, but his soul was torn apart at the same time.
The first thread embedded itself in the sea of consciousness, the second pierced through the foundation of the Dao, and the third flowed upstream along the chain of cause and effect.
There was no order, no sequence; he was utterly torn apart in the same instant. The pain was indiscriminate, exploding within his soul and engulfing everything.
His memories were torn apart inch by inch. The cognitive structures that he had once firmly established were forcibly shattered by his remnant soul. Every experience and every obsession was being dismantled anew. He could clearly "see" everything about himself being broken down—not disappearing, but being peeled away bit by bit, like pages of paper being torn into thin threads and then crumpled into ashes.
His foundation began to crumble, not with a sudden collapse, but by being dismantled inch by inch.
Beneath that towering steel pen, every line of rule precisely severed his cultivation trajectory, peeling it away from the whole, line by line. All the power within him leaked out simultaneously, not out of control, but rather being "written away."
His body began to crack.
The cracks were so fine they were countless, and from each crack seeped a dark, bloody light—not blood, but fragments of a torn soul.
He did not fall, but he had been completely disintegrated. At that moment, the cyan light on Qin Yu's shoulder suddenly lit up.
Xiao Yue did not amplify her aura; she did not obstruct or resist.
She reached out and pressed her hand deep into Qin Yu's mind, "Don't worry about the pain, keep writing."
Her voice was soft, yet it directly suppressed the tearing sensation that was about to engulf everything.
Qin Yu's consciousness did not retreat in that instant; instead, it sank deeper, and he no longer tried to hold onto the parts that had been torn apart.
He simply let go completely, allowing it to be torn apart and dismantled, exposing all the old structures without reservation.
His cognitive traces did not recede at this moment; instead, they unfolded in full—not for defense, but for coverage. He began to "see."
See the paths marked by those punctures, see the rule nodes to which each thread of remnant soul is attached.
We see how the True Annihilation Pen Lord) uses the old preface to rewrite "dimensional ascension" as "self-collapse."
In that instant, he suddenly grasped the key—not power, but the method of writing. He raised his hand, not to resist, but to take control. Deep within his Fate Soul, a completely new structure quietly condensed and took shape.
That wasn't supernatural power, nor was it a rule; it was a kind of "qualification to wield the pen."
The Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence unfolded in his sea of consciousness, Master Book Seal Severance longer acted on the target, but fell directly upon him. He did not repair those cracks, but redefined them.
The cracks are no longer signs of collapse; they are unfinished writings. The remnant threads of the soul are no longer signs of erosion.
The lingering threads of the soul are unarchived old handwriting, the deconstruction of the fountain pen's blade, no longer destruction.
It was a forced rewrite; at that moment, Qin Yu was no longer being written on, and he began to "receive manuscripts."
He raised his hand and extended it, and a ray of light as thin as a hair slowly emerged in his palm. The light was not intense, but it was Ultimate complete. It was colorless and waveless, yet it caused the entire Dark Court to tilt slightly.
That was his own "World Creation Writing Pen," not borrowed, not bestowed, but a "right to define" that he pieced together from all the dismantled fragments of rules.
He didn't wield the brush; he simply placed the pen lightly, the tip landing in the deepest part of his consciousness—that one stroke.
Without leaving a trace, all the remnant soul threads simultaneously paused. The next instant, the reverse writing began; he did not erase the attack.
He rewrote the "conditions for the attack to be valid." The remnant soul pen thorns remained, but the logic of "must hit" was lost. Those pen nibs that pierced the soul all shifted in the next instant.
It wasn't that they were blocked, but that they—wrote it wrong. The True Annihilation Pen Lord truly paused for the first time, its colossal body trembling slightly, not from injury, but from being completely covered.
Qin Yu stood in the still-collapsed Dark Court, his body covered in cracks, his Fate Soul severely injured, and his aura almost unstable, yet the stroke in his hand had already been completed.