Standing on Qin Yu's shoulder, Xiao Yue, still gently lingering from the life-or-death battle, her star-blue hair rippled slightly. Gazing at the distant, gradually fading depths of the Limitless Final Abyss, she suddenly revealed a relaxed yet expectant expression. "Little Qinzi," she said, "Now, the Origin Ruins Ash Dragon — Tangyi— will be fully awakened. This level of Hongmeng Origin Divine Medicine was created specifically for her."
She chuckled softly, her tone suddenly becoming carefree, "I'll leave the rest to you; I won't interfere." Qin Yu nodded, his gaze calm yet sharp, "Mm." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yue's figure transformed into a wisp of pale blue starlight, slowly dissipating from his shoulder and sinking back into the depths of his consciousness, as if everything had returned to its initial tranquility.
The Thousand-Handed Phantom of the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God turned slightly ahead, his tone calm yet unquestionable, "Let's go, young friend." Qin Yu and the three Beast Kings nodded simultaneously, and the four of them stepped forward. In a single step, they had already crossed numerous layers of Void Evolution, heading towards a deeper and more hidden area of Limitless Final Abyss.
It was a medicinal garden completely forgotten by time. The moment I stepped in, the atmosphere of heaven and earth changed abruptly. The space, which had still retained some warmth, seemed to have been stripped of its definition of "life." The air stopped flowing and stagnated in an almost solidified manner. The distant landscape was fragmented, as if it had been crushed by countless forces and then forcibly pieced back together.
The earth cracked open with countless bottomless ravines, each fissure from which a dark gray, primordial current faintly surged. It was neither Spiritual Qi nor nothingness, but a chaotic ember existing between "existence" and "Annihilation." The once-fertile land of spiritual herbs was now nothing but ruin and death. Withered ancient trees twisted and splintered into the ground, their trunks riddled with cracks.
Dim specks of light seeped from each crack, like lives that had not yet been completely extinguished, only to be swallowed up by the surrounding aura of Annihilation in the next instant, in a cycle that repeated itself, creating a strange and unsettling scene.
In the distance, one can still see the decaying remains of some spiritual plants. Their roots have long since detached from the soil, yet they still float in mid-air, as if forcibly frozen in a state "between growth and death" by some force. Half of their branches and leaves are withered, while the other half still retains the appearance of their former bloom. However, there is no longer any vitality in that bloom; instead, it exudes a suffocating chill.
Deeper still, an invisible barrier shrouded the entire core area of the herb garden. This barrier was neither an array nor a simple construct of rules, but rather an isolating domain formed by "fundamental rejection." Any being that stepped into it would feel a repulsive pressure deep within its Fate Soul, as if this area itself was refusing the entry of anything "outside."
Even Qin Yu's Annihilation Devil Pupil - Final Spirit Core trembled slightly at this moment, seemingly instinctively warning him of something. Outside the barrier, space occasionally exhibited strange distortions; some seemingly ordinary stones would silently disappear in the next instant, only to reappear in another location.
Time and space are no longer stable here, but are constantly disrupted and reorganized by some deeper force. In the deepest void, an extremely fine yet exceptionally clear "dragon-shaped vein" can be faintly seen, as if that vein runs through the core lifeline of the entire herb garden.
It appears and disappears intermittently, and each time it reappears, the surrounding aura of Annihilation trembles slightly, as if some being that has not yet fully awakened is breathing slowly in the depths.
Qin Yu's gaze narrowed slightly. He had vaguely sensed that the Primordial Origin Dragon Essence Annihilation Ganoderma was very likely residing deep within that dragon vein. The reason this medicinal garden had become so dilapidated was...
Clearly, this is closely related to the manifestation of that divine herb. The broken marrow crystal, the appearance of the divine herb, the imbalance of the source, and the backlash from heaven and earth—all of this has condensed into an extremely dangerous point in this region. The three beast kings also wore solemn expressions at this moment.
Their Fate Soul had just recovered and were not yet fully stabilized, but they could already clearly sense the terrifying pressure lurking here. It was not a single pressure, but several primordial energies intertwined and devoured each other, constantly colliding and tearing at each other in the shadows.
Just as everyone stepped onto the edge of a deeper layer of restrictions, the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God suddenly stopped. His Thousand-Handed Phantom slightly contracted, and his gaze turned to the area deepest in the herb garden that was shrouded in distorted void. His tone became low and solemn, "Everyone be careful. This herb garden is no longer what it used to be."
He gently raised his hand, and several faint traces of energy appeared in the void. These traces intersected with each other, like five giant shadows hovering in different directions, slowly moving. "This place has been occupied by the five Origin Divine Huang."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire herb garden seemed to respond. The distant void trembled violently, and the dark gray primordial aura surged instantly, like a sleeping giant beast turning over slightly in the abyss. An Ultimate suppressed aura quietly rose slowly from all directions.
Deep within the dilapidated herb garden, a slight tremor suddenly ripped through the air. The previously still void seemed to have been torn open by some entity, creating an extremely fine crack. Then, instead of expanding, the crack collapsed inward, as if something was "forming." In the next instant, two figures slowly emerged from the collapsing void.
As the first figure stepped out, the light in the sky and earth suddenly dimmed. He was tall and slender, clad in a dark gold armor that seemed to be "interwoven with decay and rebirth." Faint gray-white light patterns flowed between the armor plates. These patterns did not resemble energy, but rather some kind of "residual traces after the death of life."
His face was cold and stern, his eyes deep like ancient stars buried in the sand, with countless tiny, fragmented worlds constantly reassembling and collapsing within his pupils. The cloak hanging down his back was like a tattered curtain of time and space, every inch bearing the marks of annihilation.
He simply stood there, and the ground beneath his feet began to sink slightly, as if even the entire medicinal garden could not instinctively bear the weight of his presence.
The second figure was completely different. The moment he stepped out, the surrounding space briefly "reverseed flowed". His body was slender and thin, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of dark silver light that resembled "liquid void". The light sometimes adhered to his body and sometimes broke away into rings of floating light, as if it was constantly trying to get rid of the "form" itself.
His face was blurry and indeterminate, his features were not fixed, but presented different outlines from different angles, as if "identity" itself was only a temporary attachment to him. His pupils were completely black, without light or reflection, and even the act of "gazing" seemed to be stripped away, simply "falling" on the crowd, yet giving people a sense of oppression as if they were locked in by countless dimensions at the same time.
The two Origin Divine Huang had completely transformed into human form, but the aura belonging to the primordial level did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, it became even more condensed and pure. The pressure of the Eternal Silence Realm · Middle Stage was spread out without reservation at this moment. The entire ruins of the herb garden simultaneously emitted fine cracking sounds, and countless withered spiritual plants turned directly into powder. Even the remaining primordial energy deep within the earth veins began to be pressed downwards and collapse.
The illusory image of the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God trembled slightly at this moment. His thousand-handed illusory image stopped expanding and instead converged into a protective stance. His tone was more solemn than ever before, "Young friend, please be careful. These two Origin Divine Huang have reached their complete forms. I am now merely a remnant soul, and my power to intervene is limited."
Qin Yu's gaze was steady as he slowly nodded, "Yes, senior, please be careful as well." As soon as he finished speaking, the power of his Fate Soul began to circulate within him, and a dark light faintly emanated from the depths of his Annihilation Devil Pupil. At the same moment, the three Beast Kings also took their places in three directions, their auras intertwining to form a natural confrontation.
The two Divine Huang exchanged a glance, but without saying a word, they attacked simultaneously in the next instant.
The moment the first Divine Huang raised its right hand, the void within a radius of ten thousand miles suddenly froze.
The movement was extremely slow, so slow that every inch of lifting felt like dragging an entire river of time. But Qin Yu's pupils constricted sharply—he could see clearly that it wasn't that Divine Huang's movements were slow, but rather that the causal laws of the world he was in were collapsing at a visible speed.
With fingers spread, a dark golden "crack" silently appeared in the palm of his hand.
It wasn't a crack in space, a break in the laws, or even a gap in concepts. What that crack tore open was the very fact of "existence" itself—as if the original flaw left by the Creator when creating the world had now been grasped in the palm of one's hand.
The Silent Origin Collapses: All Realms Collapse, Heaven and Earth Grieve Together.
The crack began to spread across Divine Huang's palm. At first, it was just a line, then it spread like a spider web, each branch extending towards the weakest node of the "structure that carries order" in space. This was not destruction, for destruction still has something to be destroyed—this was "making order lose its reason for existence."
Space no longer has a distinction between front, back, left, and right, because the concept of "direction" is disappearing; cause and effect no longer have a sequence, because the river of "time" is drying up.
The laws no longer have the law of birth and death, because the celestial book of "rules" is being torn apart.
In the instant the cracks filled the sky and earth, the entire void resembled a mirror struck head-on by a massive hammer, with countless cracks exploding outwards from the center. But this was not the shattering of the mirror—behind each crack lay a collapsing world.
Qin Yu glanced at one of the cracks and saw a celestial palace suspended in the heavens, its pillars broken, its halls collapsed, and countless figures turned to ashes as they fell.
In another crack, a long river that once stretched across the Milky Way has stopped flowing, its riverbed dried up, and countless white bones at the bottom of the river are exposed to the light of day.
Another crack appeared, and a phantom seated on the sea of laws was shattering. The phantom's features were blurred, but the aura emanating from it faintly possessed the power of the Heavenly Dao.
That was a microcosm of the world's collapse; every crack was a funeral for a world.
"This is..." The Mystic Emperor, suddenly changed his expression. The Xuanhuang Qi around him, which was enough to withstand the crushing power of the Heavenly Dao, began to disintegrate on its own. It was not shattered by external forces, but the concept of "defense" itself was losing its meaning.
The cracks in Divine Huang's palm suddenly collapsed inward, and all the cracks in the world seemed to receive the same command. Hundreds of millions of cracks collapsed towards the center at the same time, like an invisible maw swallowing the entire world. The place where Qin Yu and the others stood—no, the concept of "place where they stood" no longer existed—all the layers of space were forcibly squeezed together at this moment.
Surface space, deep space, law space, causal space, consciousness space... all the spatial layers that should have existed in parallel and without interference were now shattered, kneaded, and crushed into a chaotic mass of fragments by that collapsing force.
Qin Yu's body began to twist, not deform—but rather, the different spatial layers his body occupied began to shift. His left hand was in the surface space, his right hand had been squeezed into the deeper space, and his legs were stretched into an incomprehensible form in the causal space, while his consciousness remained in place.
The act of "standing" begins to lose its meaning because "feet" and "ground" are no longer on the same level of existence.
The act of "breathing" begins to lose its meaning because "air" has been compressed into Does Not Exist fragments.
The act of "existence" begins to lose its meaning because "existence" itself is being erased by that collapse.
Qin Yu groaned, his Chaos Dao Principles surging wildly within him, forcibly Existence Anchoring on the verge of collapse. But he knew in his heart that this first divine ability had pushed him to his Limit.
The second Divine Huang raised his hand, his movement even lighter than the first, as light as a Divine Huang touching the surface of water. He lightly touched the void with his fingertip, without even stirring up any ripples. Only the surrounding dark silver light seemed to be summoned, converging from all directions and condensing into an extremely thin line at his fingertip.
The line was so thin it was invisible, so thin it was imperceptible, so thin that the word "thin" itself could not describe its existence. Then, the line disappeared.
It's not about hiding or disappearing, but about completely detaching itself from all perceptible dimensions. It's invisible to the eye, undetectable to the mind, ungraspable by causality, and even its existence itself cannot confirm its location.
But the next second—everyone sensed it at the same time.
Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. No, "seeing" wasn't right, "perceiving" wasn't right either. The line didn't "appear" in their consciousness; rather, their consciousness was "pierced" by the line. It was as if the line had been there from beginning to end, deep within everyone's consciousness, only now choosing to be "perceived."
With the Void Limit Formless annihilated, the world in Qin Yu's eyes began to collapse—not the collapse of space, but the collapse of "certainty."
The Divine Huang figure ahead suddenly began to split. It wasn't a clear split like a clone technique, but rather a double image that "might be the real body" existed simultaneously in every possible direction—left, right, above, below, and even behind. All directions were valid at the same time, and all possibilities were true at the same time.
Qin Yu instinctively raised his hand to counterattack, but the moment the action of "preparing" took shape in his mind, he realized that the result of this action Does Not Exist. It wasn't because it was blocked or dodged, but because the concept of "result" itself had been removed from the chain of cause and effect.
I attacked, and then what? Nothing.
Because he couldn't confirm whether the "attack" had actually occurred. Not because he was interrupted, but because the causal frame of reference needed to determine "whether it happened" had been shattered into countless contradictory fragments.
Mystic Emperor's expression changed drastically. His supreme divine sense, which was capable of deducing the workings of the Heavenly Dao, was now as if it had been thrown into a kaleidoscope—countless pieces of information surged in like a tide, each piece of information being the "truth," but each truth being completely opposite to the others.
Is the enemy here? Is the enemy there? Does the enemy Does Not Exist? These three pieces of information are simultaneously true, simultaneously false, simultaneously valid, and simultaneously contradictory.
His deductive reasoning abilities were completely paralyzed at that moment.
Because the premise of deduction is "certainty"—even if there is only a sliver of certainty, the whole situation can be deduced from this basis. But when all the basis points are splitting, overlapping, negating, and affirming at the same time, the deduction is no longer a deduction, but an infinitely looping self-referential paradox.
The Third Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor, suddenly opened his Eye of Heavenly Mandate, capable of piercing through countless ages. His gaze penetrated every node on the timeline, attempting to find a definite path among the countless branches of the future. But the future he saw was an unrecognizable tangled mess—every timeline was forking, every fork was overlapping, and every overlap was self-negating. The past, present, and future appeared simultaneously in his consciousness, and then disappeared simultaneously.
"I am fighting"—this thought appeared in Qin Yu's mind, yet it was as if it had never existed. Not because his memories had been erased, but because all logical bridges connecting the concepts of "I" and "fighting" had been lost.
In the void, countless faint afterimages appeared.
Each double image represents a "possible reality"—in this frame, Qin Yu dodges to the left; in the next frame, Qin Yu blocks to the right; in the next frame, Qin Yu is hit; and in yet another frame, Qin Yu has already successfully counterattacked.
All possible realities exist simultaneously, overlap simultaneously, intersect simultaneously, and negate simultaneously. They are like countless mirrors reflecting each other, each mirror showing a different truth, but none of these truths can be confirmed.
This is the Void Limit Formless.
It is not deception, not illusion, not mental attack—but rather the cognitive abyss into which all perceiving subjects inevitably fall after the act of "perception" itself is stripped away.
The first divine power, "Silent Origin Collapse - Collapse of All Realms," shatters the order structure of the external world. Space, causality, laws, existence—all the underlying logic that sustains the world's operation—is forcibly torn apart, crushed, and collapsed into a chaotic mass of fragments.
The second supernatural power, Void Limit Formless - Annihilation of All Consciousness, annihilates all the sensory anchors of internal consciousness: location, state, behavior, existence—all definite references that maintain self-awareness are forcibly blurred, split, and overlapped into an unrecognizable chaotic domain.
One inside, one outside; one collapsing, one being destroyed; there is no foothold outside, and no anchor for self-affirmation inside.
The two divine powers intertwined and crushed down, turning the world where Qin Yu and the Three Emperors were located into an absolute forbidden zone where both "existence" and "cognition" collapsed.
The primordial energy is crumbling, and the Eye of Heavenly Mandate is becoming confused.
The Chaos Dao Principles struggles frantically between collapse and chaos, like a small boat caught in two opposing tsunamis—on the left is the pulling force of the collapsing world, and on the right is the chaotic force of the annihilation of all consciousness.
Qin Yu gritted his teeth, and the Chaos Dao Principles within his body emitted a rumbling sound as if it could not bear the weight.