Before the collapse of heaven and earth could be repaired, the primordial fusion that had been forcibly torn apart by the Three Sovereigns and Qin Yu suddenly froze for a moment within the fault line. In the next instant, the four primordial energies no longer clashed, and were completely compressed and Return to One by a ruling force that surpassed all other energies. The golden patterns converged and condensed into its unyielding bones and blood, the black radiance transformed into its surging divine blood, the rocky shell was reforged into an indestructible body, and the royal order rose and transformed into its will to rule all realms.
A true "Ultimate Origin ruler" stepped out of the Realm Splitting. With each step, the earth ceased to tremble, instead being compressed into a flat plane devoid of any structural integrity. The cracks in the sky closed completely, replaced by a dark and colorless, oppressive dome.
It raised its head, and the four primal forces converged in its pupils into a cold light that was a mixture of dark gold and pitch black. Then it slowly extended a finger, without any burst of aura or gathering of power.
The instant that finger was raised, all traces of "bias" in the world began to peel away, the deviations in the chain of cause and effect were forcibly corrected, and those unreasonable leaps in the river of fate were smoothed out one by one.
Deep within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness, the destiny trajectory that had been endlessly extending and opening up all the heavens suddenly froze. An unprecedentedly heavy pressure descended upon his Fate Soul, not from injuries to his divine soul, but from the endless emptiness of being stripped of his chosen status by the Heavenly Dao.
"The Heavenly Mandate Returns to Nothingness." The Ultimate ruler pointed a finger down.
In the void, a semi-transparent ancient book suddenly unfolded. The pages turned silently, yet fragments of the future, yet to unfold, were torn apart, folded, and burned away. The faint "continuity" that had appeared on the four Fate Soul was stripped away inch by inch.
The Void Finality Saint Emperor was the first to grunt. His pupil-less eye between his brows trembled violently. The power that could previously rewrite the existence authority at will suddenly became sluggish, and the "default priority" from the source layer was forcibly reduced to the lowest level.
He raised his hand to unleash his supernatural power again, but found that his command was rejected by an invisible force when he submitted it. He was blasted away by an unseen force, his body leaving a hundred-foot-long crack in the ground, and blood gushed out.
The Dao patterns on the chest of the Primordial Dao-Extinguishing True Emperor instantly collapsed. The ancient scroll automatically turned but stopped between the tattered pages. The remnants of the Dao no longer responded to his will. He roared and forcefully activated the Dao-Extinguishing Ripple, but they collapsed on their own halfway. His entire body was blasted away as if his foundation had been ripped out.
The sound of bones breaking exploded continuously within his body, his Fate Soul vibrated to its Ultimate, and blood mist exploded directly behind him.
The Eternal Annihilation Heavenly Emperor fared even worse. His Annihilation Dimension was forcibly stripped of its "locking qualification" before it could fully unfold. The singularity was extinguished directly in his palm, and he was thrown into the depths of the ground by the aftershock of that finger strike. The ground collapsed layer by layer, instantly forming a crater hundreds of feet deep.
He struggled to his feet, his aura wild and chaotic, his Fate Soul riddled with cracks, while Qin Yu did not retreat an inch.
In the instant that finger struck, he forcefully activated the Supreme Eternal Stillness Seal deeper within his body, pushing himself to the edge of "Eternal Existence." In that instant, his existence was extracted from the functional layer.
The judgment of Heavenly Mandate Returns to Nothingness falling upon him seemed to land on a place that Does Not Exist. However, even so, he still suffered the aftershocks of that finger strike. His Fate Soul was struck as if by a giant hammer, his sea of consciousness shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was forced back dozens of feet, his feet leaving deep marks on the ground.
At that very moment, the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God activated his profound techniques.
He halted his attack, his hands suddenly forming a mudra, and the thousand-armed phantom rapidly converged into a vast Dharma form, which then unfolded with a roar. Layer upon layer of defensive barriers, constructed from supreme Dao techniques, spread out around Qin Yu and the Three Emperors.
This is no ordinary divine shield, but a ** Realm of Great Dao Structure Rearrangement **. Any attack that falls into this realm is redefined as an unfinished technique. The moment the aftershock of that divine finger touched it, it was forcibly dismantled into countless ineffective Dao principles, utterly returning to nothingness.
The Ancestral God stepped forward, blocking the four people. His voice was deep but carried an unprecedented solemnity. "Young friend, lead them away. This thing is no longer within the bounds of common sense."
Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on the Ultimate Ruler. A surge of rage welled within him. His Fate Soul had been forcibly torn apart in that attack, leaving him with a hollow feeling of being stripped of his future, making it difficult for him to remain calm. He whispered, "Is there no way... to completely destroy it?"
The Ancestral God remained silent for a moment, and in that instant, a faint green light suddenly appeared deep within the herb garden.
The light did not spread, but it directly suppressed the chaos of the entire space. The laws of the Dao no longer collapsed, the cause and effect no longer became disordered, and even the aura of the Ultimate ruler paused for a moment.
The earth slowly cracked open, and a lingzhi mushroom, only nine inches tall, slowly rose from the crumbling rocks, the "Primordial Origin Dragon Essence Annihilation Ganoderma."
It emitted no external aura; its stem resembled a dark golden dragon bone, its veins flowing slowly as if alive, each resonating with some ancient dragon-derived essence. The three leaves gently unfurled, their dark gold, silver-gray, and jet-black hues echoing each other yet remaining distinct.
The faint light lingered around the leaf, and all the laws of heaven and earth automatically slowed down around it, as if suppressed to their initial state. Within the heart of the sesame seed, the Dragon Heart Pearl pulsated gently. With each pulsation, space trembled; with each pulsation, cause and effect stabilized.
The entire battlefield fell silent instantly. For the first time, the Ultimate Ruler stopped moving, and Qin Yu's gaze suddenly sharpened.
The last trace of memory related to the "Origin Dragon Source" within him was completely awakened, and hope appeared at this moment.
Just as the green dragon's might from the depths of the herb garden had stabilized the heavens and earth, the entire space underwent an even deeper distortion in the next instant. This time, it was no longer a collapse or tearing apart, but a complete misalignment of "existence levels." The earth below could no longer bear it, and the sky above could no longer extend.
All concepts of direction lost their meaning at the same moment. Qin Yu and the Three Emperors' Fate Soul, which had just been stabilized, were once again suppressed by an invisible force, and even their breathing became heavy. In this strange stillness, a deep and mocking voice slowly came from the deepest part of the void.
"Hahaha... You've finally shown yourself. I thought you'd keep hiding."
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The sound was not loud, nor did it have a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Instead, it was like an invisible blade that pierced through all barriers and slowly echoed at the "root of Fate Soul" of every being. It was a resonance that required no transmission or medium. Even the most powerful beings could not forcibly block it out, and not even a single thought could escape it. They were forced to listen to this indifferent sound.
Before the sound had even faded, a figure slowly emerged from the "inner layer" of space. There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no sharp sound of space being torn apart. He did not come by brute force tearing open the spatial barrier, but rather as if he had always existed there, only slowly emerging from the "unmanifested void folds." Every inch of his form that was revealed was accompanied by a slight tremor in the surrounding spatial rules, as if his very existence was a subversion of the existing spatial order.
His figure was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His sharp lines were like those forged from an ancient divine blade. His entire body was tightly enveloped by a layer of primordial radiance interwoven with dark purple and black gold. The radiance was not stagnant, but flowed slowly like a living spring. The dark purple light was as deep as the primordial purple mist, and the black gold luster was as solid as the chaotic black iron. The two colors intertwined and entwined on his body, sometimes merging into a dark golden light, and sometimes separating into distinct two-colored halos. Each flow exuded a heart-palpitating primordial pressure.
On his body's surface, countless ancient runes flowed and slithered like serpents. These runes were not engraved, but rather seemed to be condensed from pure primordial power. They were a deep bronze color, with twisted and complex patterns, carrying the solemnity of ancient ancestors worshipping heaven and earth, yet also concealing the strangeness of devouring all paths. They constantly reassembled, disassembled, and regenerated on his arms, chest, and back—sometimes merging into ferocious beast head totems, sometimes disassembling into tiny Daoist light spots, and sometimes reforming into Daoist patterns that ran across his body. Each change was accompanied by a subtle rewriting of the surrounding rules of heaven and earth. The Spiritual Qi in the air was forcibly distorted, and light refracted at the points where the runes flowed, even causing subtle ripples in space.
His head was slightly lowered, with a few strands of long hair falling across his forehead, partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes. As he steadied himself and raised his head slightly, a near-perfect yet Ultimate cold face was fully revealed: sharp brow bones, a high nose bridge, clear lips without any curve, and skin as white as mutton fat jade, yet exuding a jade-like coldness, devoid of any vitality, as if not made of flesh and blood, but a divine statue sculpted from primordial power.
What is most chilling are his pupils, dark gold in color, devoid of any human emotion—no joy, sorrow, anger, resentment, or even the slightest ripple. Only a desire to devour all things and annihilate everything slowly swirls deep within his pupils—a desire not of violent plunder, but of a primal, natural absorption, as if all things in the heavens and the myriad worlds were meant to be absorbed into his belly and transformed into his own primal power.
His long hair reached his waist, and the strands were not pure black, but rather hung down like black flames corroded by the void. Each strand of hair shimmered with a faint dark purple halo, and the ends were surrounded by tiny void rifts. When a breeze blew by, as the hair swayed, tiny fragments of space fell with it, turning into nothingness upon touching the ground, leaving not even a trace.
He had no wings or phantom images of divine birds or beasts accompanying him, but instead, a faintly visible "Origin Ring" slowly rotated behind his shoulder. The ring was dark gold, its edges engraved with ancient runes of the same origin as those on his body. The ring rotated extremely slowly, yet it carried an aura of majesty that ruled over all things. Within the ring, the afterimages of countless worlds could be vaguely seen rising and falling.
Some worlds are flourishing, with mountains, rivers, and all living things clearly visible; some worlds are collapsing and being destroyed, with heaven and earth shattered and life devastated; some worlds are being slowly swallowed by the wheel, turning into strands of primordial power that merge into the wheel; and some worlds are being reconstructed, with chaos beginning and the Daoist principles emerging. Every scene is crystal clear, as if it encapsulates the cycle of birth and death of all the myriad worlds.
With a single step, the space remained undisturbed, yet the very definition of the Great Dao beneath his feet crumbled, causing vast swathes of land to instantly plunge into an indescribable depth of chaos. Even the very existence of the land was shattered by his single stomp.
His gaze locked onto the Primordial Origin Dragon Essence Annihilation Ganoderma. The Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God' expression changed drastically, and the Thousand-Armed Illusion trembled violently. He could no longer care about the battle situation, and for the first time, his voice was urgent. "Not good—young friend! Go! Leave this place immediately!!!"
Qin Yu's mind jolted, instantly realizing that things had spiraled out of control. He forcefully mobilized his Fate Soul, unleashing the power of Annihilation within him. His right hand plunged into the void, attempting to tear open a passage to escape. Space distorted violently beneath his palm, cracks already appearing.
The next moment everything stopped, and Qin Yu was frozen in mid-air.
Not only him, Void Finality Saint Emperor, the Primordial Dao-Extinguishing True Emperor, and the Eternal Annihilation Heavenly Emperor were simultaneously locked in place, and even the operation of their Fate Soul was forcibly frozen. It was not suppression, but "their existence authority was temporarily stripped away". They were still conscious, but they could not mobilize a single bit of power, and even the movement of their eyes became extremely difficult.
The newly appeared Origin Divine Huang didn't even look at them; it simply raised its hand and slightly closed its five fingers.
The "qualification to act" for the entire space was then revoked.
Qin Yu's heart sank suddenly. A terrifying chill, far exceeding any power that could suppress him, swept over his entire body. He was not defeated, but directly removed from the sequence of "capable beings," as if he had never had a foothold in this world, and was even completely stripped of the right to struggle.
The Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the other party, his voice low but filled with suppressed anger. "Hmph... It really is you."
He stepped forward, blocking Qin Yu and the Three Emperors. The Thousand-Armed Illusion unfolded once more, all the artifacts resonated, and he forcibly erected a protective layer on the "technical structure" of the entire world. He stared at the Origin Divine Huang, his voice seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of time:
"Thousands of epochs have passed, and you're still guarding this place... You've really got the patience."
The Origin Divine Huang smiled slightly, a smile devoid of warmth, yet his gaze was filled with scrutiny as he examined his prey. He spoke slowly, his voice low and calm:
"The Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God... You are now nothing but a remnant soul."
His gaze shifted and landed on the Primordial Origin Dragon Essence Annihilation Ganoderma, and for the first time, an undisguised longing appeared in his eyes.
"You want to get your hands on it too?"
The Ancestral God snorted coldly, his aura no longer concealed, but instead began to burn—his remnant soul was actively overdrawing its own essence. His voice was no longer calm, but carried a resolute sharpness:
"Even if I Annihilation completely today, I will never let you touch it."
The air seemed to freeze. The next moment, the Origin Divine Huang suddenly burst into laughter. As the laughter echoed, the entire space began to collapse layer by layer, as if heaven and earth were giving up the stage for those words.
"Hahahaha--" "A mere wisp of a remnant soul dares to speak so arrogantly?"
He slowly raised his arm, his five fingers slightly spread, and pure primordial power gathered and flowed between his fingers. The golden and black halos intertwined and condensed into an invisible blade.
"Today, I will send you to your death!" As soon as the words fell, all sounds in the world suddenly disappeared, everything stopped, time and space froze, and the entire medicine garden was completely plunged into a deathly silence. Even the light seemed to be frozen, and there was no trace of life.