As the last wisp of Dragon Heart Pearl's radiance, having sunk into the core of the marrow crystal, completely stabilized, an uncontrollable primal tremor suddenly erupted between heaven and earth. The entire Void Dharma Realm seemed to be lifted up and then abruptly pressed down by an invisible hand.
Layers of void began to churn, and the light from distant star fields was forcibly drawn in, converging above this realm into a dark golden dragon river that stretched across the sky. As the dragon river surged, a dragon roar from the depths of the Primordial tore apart the heavens and earth, the sound waves sweeping across billions of miles, causing mountains to collapse, boundary walls to tremble, and even the protective laws laid down by the Three Sovereigns to shake layer by layer.
Tangyi's body slowly rose at that moment, her long, flowing hair lifted by an invisible dragon's might. Pale gold and pinkish primordial light flowed through her hair, and a very fine dragon pattern quietly lit up above her tightly closed eyes, followed by...
The entire space underwent a complete rebirth. The torn threads of cause and effect re-entered and intertwined, the broken parts repaired themselves, and it was restored to its original state but even more resilient. The collapsed fragments of the Dao gathered and reassembled, returning to the order of heaven and earth, and flowing with a purer primordial radiance.
Those vanished entities, drawn by her aura, slowly reappeared from the void, taking shape and regenerating. Every flowing breath propelled the reconstruction of heaven and earth, every flicker of light awakened the vitality of all things. This rebirth was a fundamental reshaping beyond restoration, a brand new beginning for all things in heaven and earth.
The next instant, her eyes snapped open.
At that moment, there was no burst of light, no energy shock, but the "meaning" of the entire world was rekindled. Two swirling dragon patterns emerged deep within her pupils, with primordial power flowing endlessly within them. The illusory image of the Origin Ruins Ash Dragon behind her suddenly broke free from the shackles of illusion and reality, transforming into a real entity and descending upon her.
The enormous dragon body stretched across the sky, its scales refracting light like a starry sea, each one flowing with the lingering warmth of the Hongmeng Origin. Its horns tore through the clouds, its claws shattered space, and with a sweep of its tail, the laws of the entire realm shifted. Only the supreme dragon's might remained between heaven and earth, pressing down all things into silence and causing all paths to bow down.
The three emperors simultaneously widened their eyes. Even though they had mastered the inheritance and stepped into a higher level, at this moment they were still shaken to their Fate Soul by the aura of "Primordial Dragon Revival." The Void Finality Saint Emperor whispered, "This... this is the complete Hongmeng Origin Dragon Origin..."
The Primordial Dao-Extinguishing True Emperor clenched his fists, the ancient scrolls turning automatically but failing to steady his mind. The Eternal Annihilation Heavenly Emperor even took a step back, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock. "This kind of aura... is beyond the measure of cultivation..."
Qin Yu simply stood there, quietly watching her, a slow smile playing on his lips, his voice low yet tinged with a sense of relief. "Tangyi, welcome back."
At that very moment, a familiar soft laugh suddenly sounded on his shoulder. Xiao Yue had appeared unnoticed, her long, star-blue hair swaying slightly, her sapphire-like eyes sparkling with excitement. She sat on Qin Yu's right shoulder, swinging her legs, laughing heartily, "Haha, my mount is back, hee hee hee--"
Tangyi's gaze slowly descended, landing on Qin Yu. In that instant, the vast dragon's might in the world suddenly subsided. She slowly descended from the sky, and with each step, the space automatically spread out a layer of soft light patterns for her. She stood before Qin Yu.
She lowered her head slightly, her voice soft yet filled with undisguised sincerity and warmth. "Young Master... without you, I would have long since vanished into the depths of Annihilation, my very essence disintegrated, leaving not even a trace... It was you who pulled me back from the absolute end, allowing me to regain the right to 'exist'..."
She gently raised her hand and placed it on the newly solidified marrow crystal on her chest, a deep and tender light appearing in her eyes. "This Fate Soul, this wisp of dragon path, all of this... from this day forward, will follow you, young master. No matter where the road ahead may be, Tangyi will never retreat a single step."
Qin Yu looked at her and nodded gently. "It's good that you're back."
After he finished speaking, he turned and beckoned. The three emperors immediately stepped forward, their auras concealed and their attitude respectful. Qin Yu raised his hand and slashed, the sword intent of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword condensing in his palm. A boundary wall was forcibly torn open, and the aura of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch surged out from the crack, carrying a familiar and steady primal fluctuation.
He said slowly, "Tangyi, although you have fully awakened and your Fate Soul has stabilized, your origin has only just been reforged and you still need a long time to recuperate." His gaze fell on the depths of the boundary wall, his voice calm yet firm, "I have never told you that I have a great world of my own. Now, it is time for you to go there to properly recover and recuperate."
Tangyi nodded gently, her voice meek. "Young Master, I will do whatever you say."
Qin Yu slowly withdrew his primal power, his gaze shifting from the countless pages of books to the three emperors beside him. His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority, devoid of any superfluous formalities.
He clearly instructed, "Three Emperors, after you return, continue to guard your respective territories well. There must be no chaos there." His words were devoid of superfluous emotion, yet they carried a heavy entrustment. Every word was imbued with an undeniable firmness, as if he were establishing the most stable order for this world.
The three emperors simultaneously knelt on one knee, their voices unified and solemn. "Rest assured, Master, we swear to guard the Annihilation Abyss and will not tolerate the slightest disturbance."
Qin Yu nodded, then softly called out. A figure slowly emerged from the other side of the boundary wall—it was Yingling. After he stopped, he exchanged a glance with Qin Yu. There was no need for words between them; they simply nodded. Qin Yu said, "This is Tangyi. Take her to Yunyi's side. Yunyi will take good care of her."
A faint aura of primordial chaos swirled around Qin Yu. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a storage crystal core, its surface smooth and lustrous, swirling with ancient runes, slowly emerged. Within the crystal core, countless spiritual lights pulsed faintly.
These were supreme treasures bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Craft Mystic Arts Ancestral God. He raised his eyes to look at Yingling, who was bowing and waiting beside him, and said in a deep and authoritative voice, "Yingling, take these treasures back and distribute them to the key figures in each realm. Do not make any mistakes."
Yingling stepped forward respectfully, her jade-like fingers lightly touching the crystal core. The moment a wisp of her divine sense probed inside, her body trembled violently, her pupils contracted sharply, and her mind was nearly shattered by the strange phenomena within the crystal core. The storage space was vast and boundless, filled with the clanging of divine artifacts, the rich fragrance of divine pills, and the profound Daoist aura of cultivation techniques.
Among them, fifty treasures are particularly dazzling, far surpassing ordinary natural treasures. They are divided into four categories: supreme treasures, divine artifacts, elixirs, and cultivation techniques. Each one contains terrifying power that can rewrite the rules and annihilate all things.
Treasure
The Sever Thought Scissors are rusty iron scissors with ever-open blades. They do not cut physical objects, but Sever Thought. The things cut have no traceable cause and no prolongable effect, existing outside the logic of the universe.
The Empty Bell - A bronze bell without a clapper, it rings without sound, stripping the target of its temporal jurisdiction, making it detached from all timelines, neither past, present, nor future, nor forgotten by time.
The Fuyuan Inkstone - The End: A stone inkstone seeping with black liquid. Named after writing objects written with black liquid, its definition gradually decays, eventually dissolving into obscurity, leaving no trace.
The Echoing Cauldron - Silent: An inverted iron cauldron with reversed characters engraved on its inner wall, capable of holding the last echo of things, negating the fact of their existence, and completely erasing their past.
Lidless Eye, floating white jade eyeballs, without eyelids or pupils, can cause a target to leave the range of perception after three breaths of observation, and cannot be located by any means of observation.
The Chain of Binding Causes - Severed: A self-rotating gray iron chain that binds the target by binding all its causal fulcrums. When the fulcrums break, the target slips away from reality and vanishes.
The Silent Gong - Annihilation: A malletless gong that silences all narrative-based elements within its range when struck, rendering them utterly incapable of even being "forgotten."
The Desolate Ruins Compass, a compass split into three pieces, has its pointer pointing to "nothingness," which can reduce the density of existence at the point it points to zero, so that even the void ceases to exist.
The Last Page Blade transforms book pages into blades, forcibly turning any "sequel" to the last page, thus ending the story and reducing it to nothingness.
The final product is relic ash, countless gray powders scattered out to remove anything that comes into contact with it, eventually dissipating along with the traces, becoming unrecognizable.
Magical artifact
The Incomplete Record Banner, a soul-summoning banner with most of its parts torn off, can determine any unfinished trajectory of the target as a fragmented score when it moves, burning it completely, leaving not even ashes.
The Drowning Light Cage is a birdcage woven from bone strips. When the cage door is closed, it can lock in all observable light from the target, turning it into "darkness" without reflective properties, neither black nor bright.
The Oath-Shattering Nail, a bent, forked iron nail, can be driven into the core of an oath, causing it to shatter into unquotable fragments and permanently erase the oath's contents from the minds of those involved.
The Seedless Gourd Ladle, made from a dried gourd, can scoop up any seed-like state of things and determine them as "seedless," meaning they can never regenerate.
The Reversed Flow Hairpin - The End: A reversed jade hairpin inserted between the eyebrows to reverse the flow of time, causing it to flow towards "never having begun," ultimately erasing even the traces of its existence.
The Mute String Bow, a bone bow without a string, can silence all sound-producing parts of the target by drawing the bow with the mind, rendering it completely devoid of even the attribute of "silence".
Frozen Ink Inkstone, an inkstone where ink is permanently frozen, is named for its ability to freeze the writing intention, eventually causing the frozen ink to turn into powder and relinquish its own existence.
A half- Empty Grasp on the left hand bone can shatter all "gaps" and "rooms" in the void, trapping the target in an absolutely suffocating space with no exit.
The Non-Mirror, Ten Directions, is a mirror that reflects images from ten different sides. It can simultaneously reflect a target and infinitely divide it down to the smallest unit of existence, ultimately turning it into nothingness and dust.
The Carved Forgetting Blade, a bronze knife with the character "Forget" engraved on its blade, can transform memories into an irretrievable form when it cuts through them, ultimately even reclaiming the impression that "memory exists."
Elixir
The No Return Pill is a perfectly round, jet-black pill without any markings. When ingested, it permanently shuts off all return states, causing the user to enter a state of one-way Annihilation, where even the thought of regret cannot arise.
Sever Dust Powder, a grayish-white powder in a transparent jade bottle, releases an "adhesive ability" that can strip away existence, making it impossible to touch or remember, and eventually dissipating on its own.
The Dew of the River of Oblivion (Ultimate): A dewdrop that hangs suspended in the air, when it drips into a water source, can turn any water traces related to the target into a state of "never having existed".
The Xirang Ash of burning gray clay can erase the "regeneration" logic in the universe's rules when it comes into contact with water, rendering all regeneration abilities and treasures ineffective.
Hollow Heart Pellet, a transparent and almost invisible elixir with a gap in its core. When ingested, it can remove the user's "core," causing their actions and thoughts to lose their center, ultimately leading to their disintegration.
The Three Witherings Pill is a withered yellow pill with three cracks. When ingested, it causes life to undergo three stages of desolation: physical body, soul, and the withering of the self, ultimately returning to a void of neither life nor death.
The Shatter Cause Powder, a silent, pale gray powder from a bone bottle, can shatter both ends of a causal chain when sprinkled on it, causing those involved to forget their causal ties.
The Consciousness-Extinguishing Smoke, a black smoke that dissipates forever within the glass dome, can determine that all "consciousness" is invalid cognition, permanently revoking the target's right to be "cognized".
The Dao-Burying Pellet is a grayish-white pill shaped like a tombstone. When ingested, it can bury all the cultivation practices of the user, even the memory of "having cultivated the Dao".
The Void Ash Pill is a pill that, after burning, leaves only an outline. Ingesting it causes the user's physical body to burn away completely; the outline collapses, erasing even geometric records, returning them to nothingness.
Exercises
The Great Annihilation Hand Seal has no physical form. When cultivated to a high level, black hole patterns appear in the palm. It can sever all possible connections to the target. Each use Annihilation a segment of one's own memory, and the cost is irreversible.
The Return to the Ruins Breathing Method involves a unique rhythm of inhaling for three breaths, pausing for one breath, and exhaling without breath. Exhaling can make one feel one's own existence, and on the day of mastery, one can exhale completely without leaving a trace.
The Severed Chapter Sword Canon a sword manual with only three pages, each inscribed with one of the three characters: "Sever," "Absolute," and "Nothingness." Once mastered, it can sever the right to continue the story, the right to rewrite the setting, and ultimately sever its own right to exist, causing the sword manual to disappear.
The Way of Selflessness is a mental practice that involves forgetting a portion of one's "self" upon waking each day. Upon Self-Forgetfulness Dao, one can completely forget the concept of "self," becoming a mindless remnant of behavior, and ultimately dissipating in oblivion.
The Beng Yin Art is a fist technique where every punch strikes the causal node. The force of the punch can shatter the Shatter Cause node, canceling the rationality of cause and effect. At its peak, a single punch can shatter the cause of all causes, even the cause of one's own existence.
The Empty Echo Technique is a spell in which half of the sound is swallowed by "emptiness" when the spell is cast. It can cause all echoes of the target to be swallowed up, making it seem as if it has never left any ripples in the world. The caster will be permanently silenced.
The Final Brush Art is a writing method that uses blood as ink, bone as a pen, and nothingness as paper. Writing the final chapter of existence renders the preceding text invalid, and with each chapter written, one finger turns into nothingness.
The Traceless Step is a movement technique that Wuhen after each step. When mastered, it can sever the causal connection between the movement and its origin, making it impossible to track or predict. After taking 9,999 steps, one will enter a realm without location, from which there is no return.
Yingling's gaze fell on Tangyi, she gave a slight bow, and then nodded. "Okay, I understand."
Tangyi glanced at Qin Yu one last time, her gaze gentle yet firm, before stepping into the boundary wall with the Three Emperors. Their figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch. As they departed, Qin Yu slowly raised his hand, gradually closing the rift. The boundary wall closed again, and peace returned to the world.
He stood alone high above the Void Dharma Realm, his gaze slowly turning to the distance, towards the direction of the Stele Forest Imperial City and the Chi Lineage. A faint hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes as he murmured to himself, "I wonder how Brother Shen and Miss Su are doing at the Chi Lineage these days..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the void split open like water, his figure instantly disappearing into the world.
The Fourth Multidimensional Universe, the Void Dharma Realm, beside the Three Lives Stone.
This place, which should have been a place where Fate Soul flowed and karma was stable, has now been completely reduced to a devastated battlefield. The mountain gate of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect has long been torn apart, and the layers of protective formations have turned into fragments of broken Dao patterns floating in the air. The remaining light traces of the formation base in mid-air are still flickering intermittently. Each flicker is accompanied by a slow, disintegrating sound, as if the skeleton of the entire space is being broken off bit by bit.
Tens of thousands of masked men surged in from all directions, their figures like a tidal wave, their auras heavy. Each one possessed the Realm Breaking Realm · Supreme, their Fate Soul force as solid as iron. As their black robes billowed, the entire sky was utterly darkened. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, as if driven by a single will. The trajectories of their attacks, the timing of their strikes, and the fluctuations of their Fate Soul were all perfectly aligned, forming a "killing net" that covered the heavens and the earth.
The disciples, deacons, and elders of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect fought desperately amidst the ruins and remnants of the formation. Tens of thousands of divine powers erupted simultaneously, sword light crisscrossed, laws surged, and chains of cause and effect intertwined and snapped in the air. One deacon had just condensed a protective Dao ring with his Fate Soul power when he was immediately approached by three black figures, three weapons piercing him from different dimensions.
The protective ring shattered on the spot. The steward roared and struck out with a backhand palm, crushing the chest of one of them. But before he could pursue, the other two figures were already close by. An Annihilating Structure Seal was directly slammed into his brow. As his Fate Soul trembled, he was blasted hundreds of feet away and crashed into the mountain, causing the entire mountain to collapse.
High in the sky, dozens of elders joined forces to deploy their domains, layer upon layer of law-based light curtains protecting the core area of the sect. However, powerful figures continued to emerge from the masked crowd, unleashing destructive divine abilities specifically targeting the law nodes with each wave of their hands.
Each strike precisely hit the weakest point of the domain, shattering the light barrier, collapsing space, and even forcibly severing the causal chain. The entire battlefield was as if it had been repeatedly crushed and unfolded by a giant hand, with continuous vibrations.
On the ground, blood and rubble mingled as countless disciples roared and charged forward, only to be swallowed up by the black tide in the next instant. The afterglow of shattered Fate Soul shot into the sky, then quickly faded. A suffocating sense of oppression quietly permeated the world, as thick as an invisible net, firmly enveloping the entire area. This oppressive force far surpassed ordinary suppression, carrying a cold resolve and meticulous calculation.
- Clearly, this was a pre-planned and meticulously orchestrated operation to annihilate the sect. Every breath contained an Ultimate precise killing intent, and every fluctuation revealed an orderly and methodical strategy. There was not a trace of chaos, only a world-destroying determination, as it quietly approached the sect's location.
Covered in blood, Ye Wuhen slashed three men back with a single sword strike. Before the sword light had even faded, he charged back into the crowd, his voice booming with fury and defiance across the battlefield. "You scum of society! Today, we will act on behalf of Heaven and utterly annihilate you!"
A masked man opposite him sneered, slashing his longsword horizontally. The blade's light tore through the air, forcing Ye Wuhen back. His voice was cold and mocking. "Ridiculous. You're both destined to have your sects wiped out, yet you dare to be arrogant. You're like an ant trying to shake a tree, courting death."
Su Qianxue stood at the core of the formation, her clothes stained with blood, yet she did not retreat an inch. Her hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals to piece together the broken formation patterns. Her voice, clear and firm amidst the chaotic battlefield, rang out. "Everyone, hold on! We must wait for reinforcements to arrive! Hold on!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a dark shadow fell from the sky, and a palm struck down like a mountain. The power of her Fate Soul condensed into an annihilation mark in her palm, which directly hit her chest. Su Qianxue was sent flying backward, her breathing became disordered, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hold on?" The masked man landed slowly, his cold laugh filled with undisguised contempt. "Let's see what you can hold on with."
Just as she was about to fall, a figure flashed over and caught her steadily. Lin Jingzhe pulled her in front of him, his aura steady yet carrying an uncontrollable tremor. He took out a Supreme Transformation Source Crystal from his sleeve and pressed it directly into Su Qianxue's palm. "Qianxue, stabilize your Fate Soul foundation."
Su Qianxue suppressed the surging emotions within her, her voice low and anxious. "Sect Master... these people... they definitely came prepared!"
Lin Jingzhe's gaze swept across the battlefield. The masked men coordinated seamlessly, their attacks advancing in layers without the slightest chaos. His eyes grew increasingly cold and deep. "You recover first. I have already dispatched several disciples to the Chi Lineage for reinforcements. As soon as the reinforcements arrive, we will be saved."
A strange pause suddenly appeared on the battlefield. It wasn't that both sides stopped fighting, but rather that all the masked men simultaneously took half a step back, making way for each other.
A figure slowly emerged from the crowd.
The aura of Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage Lin Jingzhe spread out without any concealment. With each step he took, layers of void sank, and every step he took seemed to trample on the remaining fortune of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect. After he stopped, his gaze locked onto Lin Jingzhe, and his voice slowly rang out with a mocking and cold tone. "Old ghost Lin, you've finally met your match—hahahahaha."
Lin Jingzhe slowly handed Su Qianxue to the steward beside him, stood up, his aura gradually gathering, his gaze coldly locking onto the person, his voice low and resolute. "Luo Xinghe, stop hiding, I already guessed it was you."
The masked man paused slightly, then raised his hand and slowly removed his mask, revealing a face with a sinister smile.
Luo Xinghe, the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect, curled his lips into an undisguised grin of greed and cruelty. His gaze swept across the entire battlefield as if inspecting a pile of spoils about to be tallied. "So what if you know? Your Boundless Realm Divine Sect is doomed now." His gaze shifted, landing deep within the sect. "Moreover, all your God-Level Resonance Crystal, and your Supreme Transformation Source Crystal —will belong to us."
Lin Jingzhe took a step forward, his aura suddenly surging, his voice as cold as iron. "Even if my sect is destroyed today—"
He raised his hand, and a Fate Soul halo unfolded behind him. "You won't get one either." The killing intent surged once more between heaven and earth.