All Laws Return to the Book, All Worlds Return to Stillness

The Fate Origin Divine Huang made no further attempt to probe; its fingertips slowly rose, a movement both graceful and imbued with an absolute majesty that transcended all paths. The instant its fingertips left the ground, the entire world suddenly plunged into an indescribable "cognitive collapse."

It is not the chaos of the collapse of rules, but a more terrifying fundamental disintegration. All the rules of heaven and earth, all the order of things, before they even have a chance to collapse, are completely erased by the act of "understanding" itself, and even the concept of "collapse" has no place to stand.

A tiny crack suddenly appeared between his brows, and within it, an "Eye of Cognition"—shapeless and indescribable—slowly opened. It was neither light nor any known primordial form.

It is a grayish-white existence that cannot be contained by "light" or "darkness," hazy yet extremely penetrating, as if it can penetrate all appearances and reach the root of all things.

Once the Eye of Cognition appeared, all living beings and objects in the world suddenly fell into inexplicable hesitation. Mountains and rivers stopped flowing, Spiritual Qi solidified and its surge froze, and even the souls of Qin Yu and the Three Sovereigns seemed to have been paused, a strange self-doubt arising from the depths of their hearts:

They were no longer certain of their own existence, no longer certain of their own trajectory, and even began to wonder "why they were here" and "why they possessed such power." Even their breathing became hesitant, as if each exhale was a desecration of their own existence.

Immediately afterwards, the fingertips of the Divine Origin of Destiny were lightly tapped. Without an earth-shattering burst of power, a dark golden word "" was slowly outlined in the void. The word had no fixed strokes and no clear outline, but it carried an absolute pressure that negated everything.

Upon its appearance, it crushed all logic and order in the world. It was not written in space, nor engraved on the Dao, but directly imprinted on "the way existence is understood", forcibly altering the foundation of all things being perceived.

Everything before Qin Yu and the Three Emperors began to crumble and distort at a visible speed: mountains and rivers were no longer mountains and rivers, because the definition of "mountain" was stripped away from its roots, and the rocks and soil lost their "weighty" attribute, turning into meaningless phantoms;

Heaven and earth are no longer heaven and earth, because the underlying logic of "heaven and earth" has been completely negated. The sky has lost the concept of "vastness" and has become fragments of chaos.

Their Fate Soul trembled violently at this moment, a tearing pain emanating from the depths of their spirits. A sense of emptiness originating from the very source of their existence spread wildly like a tidal wave—as if an invisible giant hand was tracing the path of their spirits, peeling away their identities layer by layer:

Strip away Qin Yu's Dao Path, strip away the honor of the Three Sovereigns; strip away their meaning: strip away the beliefs they upheld, strip away the reasons for their resistance; finally, even the very foundation of their existence is being stripped away, bit by bit.

The most basic question, "Who am I?", is no longer clear, no longer firm, but like shattered glass, breaking and scattering bit by bit, leaving not even a single complete thought. "Wudao Deconstruction."

Divine Huang uttered these four words in a low voice. The moment his voice fell, a gray-white, No Definition light swept across the entire world like a tide. Qin Yu felt all his labels crumbling—cultivation, Fate Soul, karma, experience, even the name "Qin Yu" was becoming blurred in his mind.

He tried to concentrate his will, but found that even the act of "concentrating will" itself had lost its logical support. The dark gold "nothingness" slowly rotated in the void, like an invisible knife, peeling away from "what you are", then to "why you are", and finally pushing towards "do you exist". Each layer of peeling away brought the world closer to complete disorder and indescribability.

At that very moment, the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God suddenly stepped forward, his thousand-armed phantom unfurling with a thunderous roar. Without the slightest hesitation, he sat cross-legged in the void, his hands slowly embracing each other. Between his palms, a barely perceptible black sphere quietly emerged. That sphere had no gravity, yet it caused everything to fall into it willingly. His voice was deep and steady, like the sound of an eternal hammer:

"The Return to the Ruins Forge." In the next instant, everything within a radius of ten thousand miles began to violently distort. The earth, like a torn scroll, curled inward, mountains turned into quicksand, rivers into thin lines, light was stretched into long threads, and even the flow of time was extracted into visible "rhythms."

All of it converged into the black sphere between the Ancestral God's palms. The black sphere began to vibrate violently, devouring not only matter, but also "all things as the premise of existence." The gray-white light of the Wudao was forcibly pulled into the black sphere as it approached. The originally invisible deconstruction force was restored to its most primitive "material" at that moment. Even the concept of "nothingness" was dragged into the furnace and transformed into a base that could be reshaped.

"Thump--!"

The first forging sound came from the depths of the black sphere, and the entire world trembled. Qin Yu felt his collapsing cognition being forcibly pulled back to a semblance of its original form.

"Thump--!"

When the second sound fell, cracks appeared in the dark gold word "", the gray-white light tide began to become chaotic, and the process of logical peeling was abruptly delayed.

"Thump--!"

A third boom exploded, and the black sphere suddenly expanded and contracted. All the "residues of existence," "fragments of rules," and "cognitive gaps" that had been sucked in frantically reorganized within it. The Ancestral God suddenly parted his hands, and an indescribable object was drawn from the void.

The object resembled a hammer, a blade, and a pure "artistic will." Its appearance re-anchored the remaining "comprehensibility" in the world.

At that very moment, the two forces finally clashed head-on.

The pale, Wudao light and the pitch-black Return to the Ruins Forge collided violently in the center of the void. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar, only a terrifying shock that pierced to the bone quietly spread—a tremor of rules being rewritten and heaven and earth being reshaped, a suffocating sense of oppression that "the world is being redefined."

On one side, the light of the Wudao, like a cold blade cutting through the wind, carries the power of "deconstructing everything." Wherever it passes, the definitions of all things are stripped away, and their existence is dissolved. It is the pure power of "Wudao Deconstruction," capable of stripping away all tangible and intangible existence layer by layer to the most primitive nothingness. On the other side, the Return to the Ruins Forge hangs in the void, its black light surging, exuding the majestic aura of "reforging all things." It is the power of the Return to the Ruins that can pull all broken and chaotic existence back to its original material and reforge it.

Two completely different, even mutually repulsive, forces clashed violently and tore each other apart in the void. The grayish -Wudao was like a greedy glutton, constantly gnawing and devouring the black light surrounding the Return to the Ruins Forge, gradually eroding the boundaries of the furnace; while the Return to the Ruins Forge remained Steady as a Mountain, refining all the invading Wudao forces and transforming them into its own origin, nourishing itself and becoming increasingly solid and substantial.

At this moment, heaven and earth were completely out of order: space was no longer flat, but like a crumpled brocade, folded, twisted and deformed layer by layer, with torn fragments of space hidden in every fold; time lost its normal trajectory, and in some areas, the past and the present intertwined, time flowed backward and then suddenly stopped, as if everything in heaven and earth had been switched on erratically.

The distant starry sky suffered a catastrophe, with countless stars shattering into dust. The entire starry sea trembled violently in the aftershocks of the two forces. Before the broken star fragments could dissipate, they were pieced together and reassembled by an invisible force, but they could never return to their original form.

It was as if all the onlookers were shaken to their core by this irrational force, their perceptions ripped apart and then forcibly stitched back together, their thoughts in utter chaos, even their most basic senses shattered. They tried to see clearly what was happening before them.

But I found that my vision was constantly being distorted. Every time I opened my eyes or gazed, it was as if I was looking through broken glass. Everything I saw was fragmented. Even the simple act of "seeing" became difficult and broken. It was as if the whole world was being forcibly dismantled and rewritten.

Qin Yu forcibly stabilized his Fate Soul and stared intently into the storm. He could clearly sense that the Ancestral God was using "skills" to fight against "origin," not a clash of power, but a duel over "how the universe is defined."

In the end, the dark gold word "" shattered into nothingness in countless shocks, and the artifacts in the hands of the ancestors also turned into dust and dispersed at the same moment. The black ball completely disappeared, and the world slowly returned to an extremely fragile and stable state. The gray-white light tide receded, and the power of returning to ruins converged. Everything seemed to be pulled back from the edge of destruction.

The Fate Origin Divine Huang remained standing in the same spot, his aura undiminished. His gaze was indifferent, as if this was nothing more than a test.

The Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God slowly rose, his thousand-armed phantom slightly dimmed. He was not injured, but his aura was noticeably heavier. It was not a loss of power, but rather that his "accessible source of skills" was being suppressed. He looked at his opponent, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

Neither of them was injured in the attack, but the outcome was already subtly determined.

The Fate Origin Divine Huang slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the remains of the three Beast Kings before finally settling on Qin Yu. His smile was chillingly cold, as if he were scrutinizing an existence whose fate was already sealed. In that instant, the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God's pupils contracted sharply. Without uttering another word, he instantly traversed the void and appeared before Qin Yu.

The thousand-armed phantom suddenly contracted behind him, all the essence of his techniques being forcibly compressed into an Ultimate refined "core of creation." His palm pressed directly against Qin Yu's chest without the slightest hesitation. "Young friend, protect my three disciples well." The Ancestor of Heavenly Craftsmanship spoke in a calm voice, carrying a final entrustment, "I have merged all the remaining divine power of my origin into your body. From now on... it all depends on you."

Before Qin Yu could react, the figure of the Ancestor of Heavenly Craftsmanship had already transformed into a warm and profound stream of primordial light, directly entering his body and disappearing without a trace.

Before the words were even finished, the remnant soul had already completely burned. All its original divine power no longer leaked out, but instead poured directly into the depths of Qin Yu's Fate Soul in an almost violent manner, leaving no room for retreat.

In that instant, Qin Yu felt as if he had been torn apart and reforged. The Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram unfolded with a roar in his sea of consciousness, Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel spun wildly, each emitting a deafening roar that Time Splitting. His Fate Soul structure was forcibly stretched open, and the essence of the Ancestral God's techniques fell like thousands of invisible carving knives simultaneously.

He underwent the Ultimate "forging" of his entire being; his flesh began to crack, his bones emitted a low, shattering sound, his meridians seemed to be pierced by raging flames, and every inch of power within his body was being redefined. His old cultivation level completely lost its meaning at this moment, and the framework of the Mystic Void Realm collapsed directly, replaced by a higher level of "existence reorganization."

The heavens and earth trembled violently at this moment, space was stretched into countless overlapping layers, the earth churned, stars fell, and time around Qin Yu appeared noticeably displaced. Some areas accelerated wildly, while others stood completely still, and he himself was constantly overlapping and intersecting in different time layers, as if he were standing at the intersection of the past, present, and future simultaneously.

Reality and illusion simultaneously dissolved and reconstructed within him. His aura no longer rose steadily but directly crossed levels. The barrier of the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage was completely crushed at this moment. There was no breakthrough process, only a violent leap forcibly pushed into another world.

"True Annihilation Realm... Supreme"

That was not words, but the very Dao of Heaven and Earth responding to this moment. Qin Yu's figure was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, clearly standing there, yet unable to be locked onto by any being, as if the boundary between "existence" and "non-existence" had completely dissolved around him.

The moment the laws and principles of the Dao approach him, they disintegrate and vanish into nothingness. He stands there quietly, yet the entire world can no longer determine whether he exists. Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, become completely indistinguishable at this moment. True reality is silent, and true form ceases to exist.

For the first time, the expression of the Fate Origin Divine Huang truly changed. Without the slightest hesitation, it suddenly let out a roar that shattered the void. The four remaining Origin Divine Huang behind it exploded simultaneously, their essence blood turning into a torrent that it forcibly devoured.

The Fate Soul was torn into the purest primordial energy and merged into the body. Its aura surged to an almost unbearable height in an instant. The causal network of the entire world was forcibly manifested at this moment, and countless golden threads pierced through the void, weaving into a huge web of destiny covering all worlds.

"Cognitive Upgrade, Essence Reached."

It raised its finger, and in that instant, the world fell into absolute silence. All the threads pointed towards Qin Yu, and at the ends of the threads lit up dazzling golden spots of light, each spot like an "eye gazing upon existence."

Qin Yu's consciousness was forcibly pulled up by an unparalleled force, completely stripped from his physical body and detached from his Fate Soul. What he saw was no longer memories, but countless causal chains intertwined throughout his life, so clear as to be shocking.

Every choice, every encounter, is firmly guided and its trajectory predetermined by earlier causes; the so-called "self" is merely a fleeting illusion formed by the convergence of countless causal nodes. Above that,

Furthermore, an endless web of cause and effect shrouds the entire universe, as intricate as a woven tapestry and as heavy as a prison. And he is but a tiny speck of dust on this web, so insignificant that he could be easily wiped away at any moment, leaving not a trace.

In that instant, the world fell into Ultimate silence, leaving only one choice: to accept nothingness and then vanish.

However, the next moment, Qin Yu suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with a will that could tear everything apart, "My fate... is in my own hands!!!"

The roar shattered the lock of cognition, and his Fate Soul forcibly reversed at that moment, directly stepping into the state of "Originless Return to One, End and Beginning Everlasting." A faint, yet untouchable, luminous layer appeared around him, and all the forces in the world that acted upon him became ineffective the instant they came into contact with him.

The threads of cause and effect break on their own when they get close, the lock of fate loses its landing point, the logical structure can no longer establish a relationship of action, and he is no longer an "influenced existence", but an absolute anchor point that is detached from all chains of action.

At the same time, the Wordless Heavenly Book behind him suddenly unfolded, revealing the "Primordial Hongmeng: Great Luo Heavenly Chapter." As the pages turned, time was torn apart and reassembled, space was reconstructed by the words, life and death flowed within the ink, Karmic Punctuation were forcibly rewritten.

Qin Yu in the center of the world, the gray-white and black-gold light around him growing ever more intense. He slowly raised his hand, and the primal power gathered in his palm suddenly erupted. There was no earth-shattering roar, but the entire world trembled as a result.

At the same time, the "Wordless Heavenly Book" behind him, formed from countless Dao patterns and primordial starlight, suddenly appeared, shedding all its blurry illusions, tearing open the spatial barrier, and emerging completely from the depths of nothingness, transforming into a primordial tome that spans heaven and earth. Its spine pierced the nine heavens, and its pages unfolded like a vast sea of stars, each page flowing with living primordial radiance.

Each page, devoid of any written words, unleashed Source Power capable of rewriting the rules of all realms with each turn. With a thought, Qin Yu flipped open the first page, and a muffled tearing sound echoed across the entire world. Time stood still, its flow ceased, frozen in place by an invisible force. The afterimages of the past slowly rose from beneath the earth, while the phantoms of the future silently fell from the heavens. Countless fragments of time intertwined and overlapped, creating countless superimposed images on the battlefield. All things appeared simultaneously at different points in time, colliding and distorting each other.

The threads of cause and effect surrounding the Fate Origin Divine Huang were forcibly drawn into this chaotic current of rules. One by one, they were pulled in the opposite direction and suddenly snapped. Time was no longer a continuous line, but instead became pages that could be turned at will, with the past, present, and future intertwined into a chaotic mess.

The second page slowly opened, and countless huge words emerged in the void. Each word carried a complete dimensional structure and was not a simple symbol. The word "Gate" stood in the sky, instantly tearing open a space rift spanning thousands of miles; "Prison" The words crashed down, and the layers of space collapsed, forming an overlapping and intertwined closed realm. The words collided and blended with each other, and the space was repeatedly rewritten, folded, and compressed. The origin of destiny, Shenhuang, was forcibly pulled into a space maze that was constantly collapsing and reconstructing. The body was split into dozens of projections in different dimensions, each of which was firmly bound by different rules of heaven and earth.

As the third page was turned, a torrent of ink surged forth from the pages. This was no ordinary liquid, but rather a primordial flow imbued with the aura of life and death. Wherever the ink touched, the broken traces of life on the ground instantly revived, only to be completely erased in the next instant. On the surface of the Fate Origin Divine Huang, fine cracks gradually appeared. These were not ordinary wounds, but marks of "the boundary between life and death being repeatedly rewritten." Its existence repeatedly jumped between life and death, never able to stabilize.

The fourth page unfolded with a roar, and the golden punctuation marks broke free from the pages, transforming into countless chains of cause and effect that pierced through heaven and earth, directly penetrating the causal structure of the Fate Origin Divine Huang. The original causal connections were forcibly broken, misaligned, and reconnected. Every divine power it released was rewritten as a consequence it would suffer, and every flow of power turned into a backlash that impacted its body. Its Fate Soul began to collapse in a chain reaction, completely falling into an inconsistent logical loop.

As the fifth page opened, five-colored ink light burst forth with a roar. The light of green wood spread through the void, growing into a boundless giant forest, its roots deeply embedded in the threads of destiny. Crimson fire fell like meteors, transforming into a vast sea of fire, scorching its primordial power. Yellow earth condensed into a thick barrier, crashing down with a deafening roar. Platinum transformed into sharp blades, slicing through its very structure. Black water surged ceaselessly, swallowing all remaining fluctuations. The power of the five elements was no longer merely elements, but a primordial torrent reconstructing heaven and earth, enveloping and devouring the Fate Origin Divine Huang layer by layer.

The sixth page slowly turned, revealing the marks of the pen and the emptiness of the blank space simultaneously. A blazing streak of light ripped through the sky, and where the light did not touch, it transformed into a bottomless vortex of darkness. Light and darkness intertwined and coexisted between heaven and earth. The places where the pen had been placed became an unshakeable reality, while the places where the pen had not been placed became a void trap that devoured everything. The Fate Origin Divine Huang desperately tried to dodge, but found that no matter where he was, he was trapped in the killing trap that Qin Yu had already laid out, with no way to escape.

As the seventh page was turned, a densely packed "Catalogue of Destiny" appeared at the very top of the entire celestial book. Countless golden names were neatly arranged in the void, with the name of the Fate Origin Divine Huang, forcibly highlighted. Qin Yu's gaze sharpened, and with a light stroke of his finger in the void, that page of the catalogue instantly tore apart, the corresponding entry shattered completely, and all the threads of destiny around it broke simultaneously. The entire existence lost all direction for the future, falling into a helpless, floating state, no longer able to control its own trajectory.

As the eighth page unfolds, the power of the Reincarnation chapter sweeps across the heavens and earth. The existence that was erased in the past reappears in the form of specks of light, and is forcibly reorganized into the beginning of a new cycle of reincarnation. The primordial power of the Fate Origin Divine Huang is forcibly dragged into the Ring of Reincarnation. The old structure of existence is constantly dismantled, reorganized, and then collapses again. It gradually loses its continuity and can no longer maintain a complete logic of existence. Its form begins to disintegrate.

As the ninth page was turned, the draft of nothingness swept across the entire world, forcibly dragging all unfinished existences into it. The form of the Fate Origin Divine Huang rapidly faded, its outline becoming semi-transparent, like a rejected draft. Its Fate Soul was torn into countless fragments, drifting and dissipating with the debris of nothingness, never to be reconstituted again.

Finally, the outline page was fully unfolded.

Qin Yu at the center of heaven and earth, his pupils reflecting the magnificent scene of ten thousand scrolls turning simultaneously. His voice was no longer just a sound, but a force that directly rewrote reality. "This chapter—is over."

A resonant response echoed throughout the heavens and earth, and all the pages of the book closed in response.

The existence of the Fate Origin Divine Huang, was completely "bound and archived" by the entire Wordless Heavenly Book at this moment. All traces of time, space, cause and effect, destiny, and even existence related to it were completely erased in the same instant. Its figure did not undergo a collapse process, but was directly "not written" into this world, completely disappearing from the myriad realms without leaving a trace.

All laws return to the book, Myriad Realms Return to Stillness.