The Destruction of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect

Luo Xinghe stood atop the collapsing void, overlooking the nearly destroyed Boundless Realm Divine Sect. His gaze was as cold as ice. He raised his hand and his voice boomed across the heavens and earth. "Everyone—attack with all your might! Leave no one alive!"

The moment the command was given, the auras of tens of thousands of masked cultivators surged simultaneously, the laws of heaven and earth trembled violently as if being torn apart, and countless divine powers erupted almost at the same instant. Flames were no longer flames, but crimson rivers that burned Mieyin; lightning was no longer lightning, but blades of Dao principles that pierced through the void.

The ice froze not only space, but also time itself, solidifying it into shattered crystals. Thousands upon thousands of divine powers poured down like a torrential rain, turning the entire sect into a continuously collapsing field of destruction. Layers of the earth collapsed, and palaces crumbled into dust amidst the roar. The screams of the disciples and the deafening explosions of the divine powers intertwined into a desperate cry of doomsday.

Ye Wuhen suddenly took a step forward, his blood and qi burning to their Ultimate, his eyes bloodshot. He clasped his hands together, and a longsword formed from sword intent appeared in his palms with a roar. The sword's blade pierced through heaven and earth, its sharpness pointing straight to the sky. "Since there is no way to retreat—then let's fight to the very last moment!"

He roared, transforming into a sword light that pierced through the battlefield. His sword intent poured down like a torrent, instantly severing the physical forms of dozens of masked cultivators in his wake. Their bodies shattered, their souls exploded, and they turned to ashes before they could even utter a cry of pain.

Su Qianxue followed closely behind, her Xuan Mystic Void power surging violently around her. Her hands formed a hand seal, and a rotating, ice-white magic circle appeared in her palms, instantly unleashing a chill that swept across the entire battlefield. "Boundless Realm Ice Stillness —Sealing All Laws!"

With a single palm strike, frost spread wildly from her center, freezing not only the enemies' physical bodies but also the trajectories of their divine abilities. Attacks solidified into shattered light and shadow in mid-air, instantly sealing hundreds of masked cultivators within ice crystals, their very souls sealed away in that instant.

However, the disparity in numbers is like an insurmountable abyss.

Attacks from all directions pressed in simultaneously in the next instant. Dozens of divine abilities intertwined to form a completely destructive net. Ye Wuhen had just managed to sever a crack when dozens of killing blades formed from Dao principles pierced through his body in the next instant.

His movements suddenly froze, blood burst from his chest, he gritted his teeth and held on, slashing back, the sword light tearing the two apart, but was then heavily pressed down from above by a giant palm formed from the power of Mystic Void, his whole body was slammed into the ground, the sound of bones cracking clearly rang out.

"Wuhen!" Su Qianxue's voice ripped out. She forced herself to turn around, trying to save her, but at that moment she was simultaneously locked onto by more than ten divine powers. Space contracted, cause and effect reversed, and energy flowed backward. Her defenses crumbled layer by layer, and the last layer of protective light shattered completely with a crisp sound.

A dark golden blade pierced her abdomen, causing her body to shudder violently as blood splattered in the air. Despite her gritted teeth, she raised her hand and formed another hand seal, unleashing a chilling light that froze several people in front of her. But in the next instant, even more attacks rained down simultaneously.

A long spear pierced her chest from behind, a bolt of lightning pierced through her sea of consciousness, and an invisible force directly tore apart the Fate Soul Nucleus.

For a brief moment, her eyes cleared. She looked at Ye Wuhen lying in the distance, her lips trembling slightly, but she could no longer speak.

The next instant, her body shattered completely under the relentless bombardment, turning into a shower of ice shards and blood mist. Her soul was torn apart by several forces simultaneously, utterly Annihilation.

Ye Wuhen struggled to lift his head from the ruins. Upon seeing this scene, his pupils shattered completely, and he let out an Ultimate roar. He tried to get up, but was pierced by dozens of attacks at the same time. His sword intent collapsed at this moment, his body was torn apart, and his soul was completely wiped out in a beam of annihilation.

The world fell into a brief, deathly silence.

The next instant, Lin Jingzhe's roar tore through the sky. "Wuhen!!!! Qianxue!!!!"

The voice carried a madness of utter collapse and an uncontrollable rage. He suddenly stood up, and all the remaining essence within his body burned wildly at that moment. His aura surged to an extreme Threshold point in a very short time, and the power deep within his Fate Soul was forcibly torn open. His eyes blazed with a grayish-white light, and his whole being resembled a star about to collapse.

"You... all of you... will be buried with me!!!"

He raised his hand, and in his palm, a rotating wheel of reincarnation slowly appeared. The wheel of reincarnation should have been intact, but now it was covered with cracks. The patterns of the six paths of reincarnation lit up one by one on its surface, and then went out one by one, until finally only a gray and lifeless silence remained.

"Severance of Samsara --!!!" He clenched his fist suddenly.

The Wheel of Reincarnation shattered in his palm, its fragments transforming into countless tiny points of light that shot out in all directions. Before the masked cultivators who had just killed Ye Wuhen and Su Qianxue could react, the points of light had already entered their bodies.

Their bodies didn't collapse immediately, but their eyes simultaneously froze, and an indescribable sense of "absence" exploded within them.

Some looked down at their hands, some opened their mouths to speak but could not utter a sound. Their Fate Soul lost some fundamental anchor at this moment, as if they had been completely erased from a certain list.

The next instant, their bodies disintegrated.

Their bodies did not explode violently, nor did they shatter into fragments. Instead, like fine sand brushed by a gentle breeze, they slowly disintegrated and scattered in the air, carried by invisible currents. Every inch of skin, every breath, silently dissolved, turning into tiny, shimmering particles that gently drifted between heaven and earth.

The soul was firmly locked within the crumbling body, showing no sign of escape or struggle, as if it had already accepted its predetermined fate. A barely perceptible breeze swept by, and the soul transformed into countless finer specks of light.

As the light flickered, their final faces were vaguely revealed. There was no fear of impending death, no pain of physical disintegration, only an eerie and serene relief, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted, or as if they had finally broken free from endless shackles. A sense of peace and tranquility settled in their eyes.

The points of light lingered in the air for a moment, neither converging nor dissipating hastily, but simply drifting slowly into the depths of the void, gradually thinning and dimming, following the path of the wind.

Then they completely dissipated, merging into the nothingness of this world, leaving no trace of their presence or mark, as if they had never lingered in this world. Only that eerie sense of relief still faintly echoed in the void, lingering for a long time.

There was no trace of them left in the world, but Lin Jingzhe's body also began to crumble at this moment.

In his palm, the Wheel of Reincarnation reformed, but a shocking crack appeared. His Fate Soul trembled violently, and cracks spread outward along his origin. His aura rapidly declined, and he staggered backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

He remained standing, but his Fate Soul had begun to crumble bit by bit.

Luo Xinghe laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the collapsing Void Dharma Realm, tearing apart the remaining array patterns and ruins of the palace. His gaze locked onto Lin Jingzhe, whose Fate Soul had shattered but who still stood firm with sheer willpower. His voice was cold and tinged with a hint of regretful mockery. "Lin Jingzhe, your obsession truly makes me feel a little reluctant... It's a pity that today—you and your sect must perish together."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward. The world suddenly fell silent, and all the remaining laws seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand. In the next instant, his eyes slowly closed, and the "Eye of Cognition" split open between his brows. In his eyes was not light, but a reversed river of time. Golden threads were drawn from it, piercing through the world and pointing directly to every existence of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect.

"Origin Tracing." The moment this whisper fell, "time" on the entire battlefield began to flow backward, not returning to the past, but forcibly pressing "existence itself" back to its origin. Golden threads, like needles, pierced the very depths of each cultivator's Fate Soul, origin, and causal chain; wherever they touched, all appearances began to peel away. The crumbling walls of the great hall trembled first.

The patterns on the brick and stone surfaces lost their luster, and the solid structure silently crumbled, turning into rough rocks, and then shattering into dust; the light patterns on the array nodes extinguished, and the complex Dao traces decomposed into the most primitive runes, scattered on the ground; the magical artifacts lost their spirit, and their spirits were extracted before they could even utter a mournful cry, their sharpness faded, and they fell into cold iron and ore. The sea of fire that was still burning in the sky suddenly "remembered" that it was just the initial energy fluctuation, and the flames contracted, collapsed, turned into dim points of light, and then disappeared from sight.

Even more horrifying is the human element.

An elder who was forming a hand seal had barely completed the incantation when his spiritual energy began to recede. His meridians could no longer bear the power of the Mystic Void, and his cultivation level receded rapidly like a tide. His understanding of the laws was stripped away layer by layer, and his eyes went from resolute to astonishment, and then from astonishment to bewilderment. Another deacon, before his long blade had even fallen, found his body had already "rejuvenated." His face changed from weathered to middle-aged, then to youthful, his frame shrank, and his blood and qi reversed.

Finally, before everyone's eyes, it regressed into a child. Before it could even utter a cry, it collapsed again into a mass of primordial blood and bone, then, drawn by the golden thread, turned into a dark red dot and vanished without a trace. Countless disciples watched in terror as their "past" was extracted from their bodies—the naivety of entering the sect, the clumsiness of first practicing cultivation techniques, the powerlessness of being a mortal—all overlapped and compressed in the same instant, then were pushed back to even earlier times: infancy, fetal breathing, essence and blood... until "nothingness."

Lin Jingzhe stood in the center of the storm, his eyes bloodshot, cracks spreading like a spider web across his Fate Soul. He tried to summon his remaining power again, but the golden threads had already pierced through his sea of consciousness, touching the "origin" of his existence. He saw his life unfold page by page—his youthful ambition, his entry into the Daoist path, his years of protecting his sect and its members, and his time standing shoulder to shoulder with his fellow disciples—all the chapters were quickly turned back to the initial blank pages, and then even those blank pages were torn away.

His aura plummeted, the Mystic Void intent detached from his body, and his form became light and unstable, as if the "reason" that carried him had been ripped away. He roared, trying to grasp something, but his hands only held onto air. The remaining cracks of reincarnation in his palms glowed faintly before dimming. The golden threads continued to rewind, and his form began to "degenerate": his muscles and bones contracted, his blood and qi reversed, and his soul thinned. Finally, with a low growl suppressed to the Ultimate, he transformed into a wisp of fine dust, swallowed by the river of time.

There was no explosion, no roar, only an irresistible "return". The entire Boundless Realm Divine Sect, from its palaces to its formations, from its magical treasures to its cultivators, from Lin Jingzhe to the last steward, was forced to recall the "beginning" under this divine power, and was fixed at that starting point with no future.

When Luo Xinghe opened his eyes, the long river in his Eye of Cognition had calmed down. A "book" that had been thoroughly read appeared in his vision: the origins and heritage of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect, the cause and effect and weaknesses of each cultivator, were all presented. Then, with a thought, it was collected and sealed away. He gently exhaled, and the world returned to its flow.

The site was left only as a sea of fire and devastation.

The fractured ground stretched to the horizon, the collapsed palaces piled up into ruins, and the embers of flames, not yet fully extinguished, burned on the remaining beams, black smoke billowing into the sky. There were no corpses, no lingering souls, no trace of the past; even the hint that "someone was once here" was rapidly fading, as if smoothed over by an invisible hand. The wind swept through the empty sect, carrying fine ashes that scattered in all directions.

Luo Xinghe and the remaining masked men hovered high in the sky, looking down at everything. After a moment, the masked men slowly raised their hands and removed their masks one by one, revealing uniform clothing, among which the Hua Lineage crest gleamed coldly on their chests.

A disciple of the Hua Lineage stepped forward from the crowd, his voice calm and composed. "It's over. Next, you will arrange for people to inventory the remaining resources here one by one, prioritizing the location of the God-Level Resonance Crystal and the Supreme Transformation Source Crystal."

Luo Xinghe's expression hardened, and he turned around, bowing slightly. His tone was respectful yet decisive. "Yes, I'll arrange it right away." He raised his hand to give the order, and several teams of cultivators dispersed like shadows, transforming into streaks of light and plunging into the depths of the ruins to begin a thorough search. High above, the Hua Lineage members stood motionless, their aura as cold as the frost covering the entire battlefield.

The Boundless Realm Divine Sect —thus, it was utterly annihilated.