In the northern part of the Imperial City of Beilin, the towering city walls hang above the multidimensional void. The entire city area seems to have been forged by countless layers of time. The streets are bustling with people, their auras intertwined. Powerful figures and merchants stand side by side. The prosperity of the Void Realm is condensed here into a place that never sleeps.
Qin Yu was sitting in a luxurious restaurant made entirely of Mystic Void crystal. Starlight flowed outside the window, and the aroma of spiritual food filled the air. A rich aura of origin permeated the room. In the jade cup in front of him, the wine rippled gently like flowing light.
However, the next moment, the whispers of several cultivators nearby pierced my ears.
"It's absolutely cruel. The entire Boundless Realm Divine Sect was wiped out." "Yes, the scene was horrific. Those disciples died such a horrible death..."
"Alas, a sect that was developing so rapidly has vanished just like that."
"I originally wanted to join a sect, but thankfully I hesitated back then... otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to find my ashes now."
"In the end, it's all because of that batch of God-Level Resonance Crystal and Supreme Transformation Source Crystal."
"Lin Jingzhe... died such a tragic death... such a person, to end up like this, it's truly..."
Someone lowered their voice but couldn't help speaking up, "I heard that the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect discovered it first, and they sent people infiltrated... to find out the reason for the sudden rise of the Boundless Realm Divine Sect..."
Another person sneered, "You actually believe it's just the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect? Where would they get that kind of ability?"
A brief silence fell over the air.
Then, someone coldly uttered, "What's so hard to say... It's just the Hua Lineage."
"Shh--This is the main city of the Chi Lineage..."
"So what? The Chi Lineage also needs evidence. They arrived a step too late, and without evidence, they won't act rashly."
"What a pity... what a real pity..." Before the words were finished...
A crisp, Ultimate sound echoed throughout the restaurant.
The jade cup in Qin Yu's hand had been completely shattered; sharp fragments were embedded in his palm, and blood dripped from between his fingers onto the table, staining it a glaring red.
His gaze remained unwavering, yet an Ultimate, suppressed killing intent was slowly gathering within him.
"Brother Ye... Senior Lin..."
His thoughts surged as if being torn apart at that moment, and those past figures echoed in his mind. In the next instant, those images were completely crushed, leaving only an Ultimate cold will.
"This grudge—will never be extinguished." He slowly clenched his fist, letting the blood drip down his wrist.
"Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect..." "If I do not slaughter you all—my Dao Heart, Qin Yu's, will never be established."
He suddenly stood up—without paying the bill, without pausing—and his entire body transformed into a blur, disappearing directly from the restaurant.
The black market of Stele Forest Imperial City.
Located in a hidden realm deep within the main city, this place is a place of distorted light and shadow, overlapping spaces, and a chaotic mix of various auras, where countless shady transactions take place. Qin Yu stepped in, suppressing his aura to its lowest level, yet the surrounding cultivators still instinctively avoided him.
He went straight to a stall selling intelligence and maps. The stall owner, wearing a black straw hat with his face hidden in shadow, asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What do you need?"
Qin Yu didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. "Map showing the coordinates of the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect."
The stall owner paused slightly, then slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark eyes beneath the brim of his hat.
"One hundred God-Level Resonance Crystal." Qin Yu didn't hesitate at all.
With a wave of his hand, one hundred God-Level Resonance Crystal condensed into a dazzling starlight in the void, landing heavily on the stall.
The stall owner's gaze sharpened slightly as he reached out and put away the crystal, his voice carrying a hint of complexity. "Fellow Daoist..."
I advise you to calm down.
He paused slightly and slowly said, "Your aura... Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage... and your killing intent hasn't dissipated... you're from the Boundless Realm Divine Sect, aren't you?"
Qin Yu didn't respond. His gaze simply fell coldly upon them. "Give me the map."
That single glance seemed to pierce straight into his Fate Soul, leaving the stall owner speechless for a moment.
Without saying another word, he took out a black chip, engraved a complete coordinate and spatial path into it, and gently pushed it toward Qin Yu.
"Take it," Qin Yu said, taking it without glancing at the other person again. The next instant, space was torn apart, and his figure stepped directly into it, disappearing in the direction marked on the map.
The black market returned to normal, and the stall owner watched quietly as the crack closed, remaining silent for a long time before slowly letting out a sigh.
"Sigh..." "Another one... sent to their death." "The Boundless Realm Divine Sect... sigh..."
Qin Yu stepped out of the void, the spatial rift behind him slowly closing, like a wound forcibly erased, leaving Wuhen. His figure had already entered another world.
This is the edge of the First Multidimensional Universe, the Skeleton Star Sea, south of the Returning Light Heavenly City, in the Salt Desert, where the world has no color.
Or rather, the colors here have been stripped away by the rule of "existence deletion," leaving only an Ultimate pure white, so white that it chills the soul. The earth stretches endlessly, with layers of crystalline salt, extending to the horizon like a frozen ocean, every inch of land trembling slightly.
Qin Yu took a step and his foot landed silently on the salt surface, but the next moment, countless whispers suddenly exploded from the depths of his mind.
That was not language, but the wailing of countless frozen souls.
Countless faint yet real cries piled up within his Fate Soul, forming an inescapable oppression. Each grain of salt was like a sealed piece of despair, firmly imprinting the inevitable end of "no reincarnation."
In the distance, rows of salt columns stand between heaven and earth; they are not formed naturally.
That was the moment when countless souls struggled, frozen by the rules—some reached out, some looked up, some roared, their postures forever frozen in that moment, never to continue.
There was no sun or moon in the sky.
Only a distorted, dark light descended obliquely from the depths of the void, like some meaningless afterimage of time.
Suddenly, from the depths of the distant Salt Desert, a violent gust of air exploded, "Boom--!"
A sudden storm of soul salt swept up the area.
Countless salt grains were swept into the storm, transforming into a blinding white torrent that formed a vortex that stretched across the heavens and earth. The vortex was silent, yet it caused space itself to crack. All the salt grains caught in it solidified again in mid-air, turning into new "soul statues" that continued to wail.
Qin Yu's robes danced wildly in the wind, but he did not retreat. His gaze had already crossed this Salt Desert and landed in the center of that world.
The Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect is no ordinary sect; it is a "boundary city" suspended above multiple layers of space.
Countless pavilions, towers, and floating bridges intertwine and overlap, extending upwards layer by layer. Each layer is supported by a different dimension, misaligned yet perfectly integrated, as if folded from space itself. Thousands of spiritual lamps hang atop the towers, their flames not burning with fire, but rather emitting a faint primal glow, illuminating the entire sect in a magnificent yet desolate light.
The main hall at the very center resembles a giant sword piercing the heavens and the earth.
The palace roof pierces through the void, the palace base suppresses the Salt Desert, and array patterns surround the entire sect. Each pattern slowly flows, stabilizing the entire sect from the "existence layer".
Deeper inside, layers of defensive restrictions could be vaguely seen, like transparent barriers, completely enveloping the sect.
Those restrictions are not single magic arrays, but are interwoven with a triple structure of "space folding", "causal shift" and "rule rewriting". Once triggered, external attacks will be directly guided to unknown dimensions, and even the attackers themselves will be locked in reverse.
Qin Yu hovered high in the sky, with storms churning beneath his feet and the Salt Desert howling incessantly.
His gaze was unwavering, simply surveying the scene. There was no outward display of anger, no restless killing intent in his eyes, only an Ultimate coldness—the silence that followed the decision to annihilate everything.
"Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect..." he spoke slowly, his voice low and deep, yet exceptionally clear in this silent world.
"Blood debts—" "Today we settle the score." The next instant, his Fate Soul trembled slightly.
An extremely subtle yet Ultimate aura quietly unfolded around him, and the entire Salt Desert fell silent for a moment.
Even the wails paused for a moment, as if some more terrifying being had descended.
Above the Salt Desert, a fierce wind whipped up billions of grains of soul salt, and the entire world continued to wail softly. Qin Yu stood above the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect, his gaze lowered, his aura pressing down on the entire realm like an abyss. In the next instant, he took a step forward, and the void beneath his feet shattered into countless layers of fragments, followed by a deafening roar.
"Everyone from the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect —get out here!!!"
This sound was not a simple sound wave, but an absolute vibration anchored by the Fate Soul, penetrating space, cause and effect, and rules. The moment the sound fell, the entire protective array of the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect suddenly trembled violently, and the originally flowing array patterns became chaotic for a moment. The sound directly penetrated all the defensive structures and poured into every inch of the sect's space without any obstruction.
"Boom!!!"
On the plaza, tens of thousands of disciples at the Realm Breaking Realm almost simultaneously shuddered. They heard no sound, but their Fate Soul felt as if they had been struck by an invisible hammer. In the next instant, thousands of them coughed up blood, their breathing became disordered, and dozens even knelt on the ground, their sea of consciousness cracked, and their eyes lost focus.
"Who--!!!" A furious shout exploded from the depths of the sect, and several Realm Breaking Realm tore through space and stood in the void, confronting Qin Yu.
These people all possessed auras at the high-level or Supreme of the Realm Breaking Realm High Stage, clad in elder robes, their auras as imposing as mountains, their gazes icy cold.
One of them stared at Qin Yu, his brows furrowing slightly. The next instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"... You..." "I've seen you before."
He stared intently at Qin Yu, his divine sense frantically searching through his memories. Suddenly, he jolted, his voice rising sharply:
"I remember now!" "You're Qin Yu, the one Young Master Hua Jingmeng specifically ordered to be hunted down!!!"
On the other side, a young man with a chilling aura stepped forward. It was Chu Lingyun. His eyes flashed with killing intent, and his voice was icy:
"I remember you too," he said. "You killed my sect's disciple, Xiao Potian. That debt..."
"I haven't settled accounts with you yet." A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his tone filled with undisguised killing intent.
"I never expected you to come to me like this today. And what I never expected even more is that you've actually reached the Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage."
The world was deathly silent. Qin Yu did not respond; he didn't even glance at them.
The next instant, his hand slowly rose, and deep within his sea of consciousness, his Fate Soul suddenly ignited. "Void Source - Dream Stillness." There was no announcement, no preamble.
Only one voice resounded from the deepest part of the entire world—"In my name, I proclaim the One." "All things return to the state of non-cessation, and the zero point eternally devours the source."
In an instant, heaven and earth shattered; it wasn't that space itself broke apart, but rather that the "structure of existence" was directly extracted.
Qin Yu hovered steadily in mid-air, his body undisturbed. An invisible and intangible "Void Source Domain," which could not be detected by any technique or perception, silently spread out beneath his feet, like ink dripping into clear water, quietly spreading across the entire sky.
The next second, the Realm of the Unborn suddenly descended, shattering the flow of time between heaven and earth. The originally surging trajectory of time instantly froze and fractured, forcibly severing all future possibilities and all hidden possibilities, leaving only a void. Immediately following, the Domain of Annihilation spread out layer by layer, and wherever it passed, even the residual energy waves floating in the air...
The primordial power flowing within the cultivator's body, as well as the very foundation of the void itself, began to spontaneously disintegrate and dissolve, transforming into the most primitive particles and vanishing into nothingness. Immediately afterward, the Cause and Effect Annihilation Domain descended with a deafening roar. The countless crisscrossing, invisible and intangible threads of cause and effect were crushed inch by inch under the crushing force of the domain, turning into ashes without leaving even a trace of their existence.
Finally, the Concept Disintegration Domain, like a thick canopy, completely covered the entire area from top to bottom. The five domains— Void Source, Unborn, Annihilation, Causal Annihilation, and Conceptual Collapse—converged instantly. The light and shadow in the world violently distorted and stagnated. At the core of the fusion of the five domains, a point of Ultimate nothingness quietly emerged.
That is the "Existence Zero Point". It is neither light nor darkness, neither heat nor cold, nor any phenomenon in the world that can be described or understood. It has no form, no breath, no temperature, yet it carries an absolute power that transcends all rules. It is the Ultimate forbidden zone where "existence is not allowed", the crack in existence itself.
In the next instant, countless tiny "Zero Point Offshoot," invisible to the naked eye, spread and permeated wildly outwards from the Existence Zero Point, like pebbles thrown into a lake without causing ripples. High above, the elders who had been so arrogant just moments before maintained the same posture they had adopted when they spoke and released their pressure, their lips still bearing the lingering arrogance, their pupils filled with mockery and killing intent, as if they were about to launch a fatal attack at any moment.
Then -- "Buzz --"
A silent tremor swept across the heavens and earth, silencing the entire world. There was no roar, no echo; all sounds were instantly swallowed up, leaving only a deathly silence that weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
The first elder's body began to fade strangely at the edges. It was not dissipation, nor destruction, but a more thorough "erasure"—he was stripped from the definition of "existence" and reduced to nothingness that was "never defined".
His fingertips were the first to become transparent, as if being gradually dissolved by an invisible force. Then, the transparency spread to his entire arm, its outline gradually blurring and fading until it disappeared completely. Following this, his body, face, and eyes were slowly swallowed by nothingness. His existence was not destroyed.
Instead, his "permission to exist" was revoked, as if he had never existed in this world. His mouth remained open, but he could no longer make a sound, because the concept of "sound" had been completely stripped from his existence, and he had even lost the right to "make a sound".
The second elder sensed the anomaly, his body instinctively attempting to retreat. But the moment this intention arose, the retreat was completely erased—without process, without struggle, his body simply collapsed inward.
As if gripped and compressed by an invisible force, it ultimately turned into an elusive void, leaving not even a trace of its former self.
The third elder attempted to mobilize his spiritual power to unleash a life-saving divine ability, but before he could even raise his hand or gather a trace of spiritual power at his fingertips, the act of "unleashing a divine ability," along with all the possibilities of "being able to unleash a divine ability," was completely erased.
His body was like a painting erased by an eraser, Does Not Exist no trace, no residue, not even a mark of being "erased," simply vanishing into the void.
"Puff--"
There was no sound, no explosion, no blood, no corpses. Without any violent movement, those elders who were once high above and in control of the sect's power disappeared one by one into the shroud of the Five Domains, as if they had never existed.
This is not death, for death leaves traces and memories; this is complete erasure—erasure from the past, erasure from the present, erasure from the future, erasure from everyone's memory, erasure from the records of heaven and earth.
No trace or aura remained in the void, as if the confrontation and those figures were merely an illusion.
Even the belief that "an elder was here just now" began to waver and become blurred in everyone's minds, as if it were just a false memory that had never actually happened.
Below, on the Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect's plaza, tens of thousands of disciples stood frozen in place, all stunned as if struck by lightning. Their gazes remained fixed on the sky, on the spot where the elders had just stood, their eyes filled with bewilderment and fear.
Just now—they clearly saw the deacons and elders standing there, clearly heard their rebukes and threats, and clearly felt their oppressive aura. But now, that high sky is empty, there is nothing there. No corpses, no bloodstains, no energy fluctuations, no signs of battle, not even a trace of life remains, as if no life had ever lingered in that area.
"Was someone really there just now?" someone asked, their voice trembling and barely audible, filled with self-doubt.
Another disciple suddenly clutched his head, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and confusion. "I... I remember there were elders there, I remember what they looked like, I remember what they said... But... But who were they? What were their names? How... How come I can't remember?"
More and more disciples fell into this cognitive confusion. Some tried desperately to recall, but their minds were blank. The faces and names of the elders that they once knew became blurry, as if they had been erased by an invisible hand. Others began to doubt their eyes and wonder if what they had just seen was an absurd dream.
Perceptions are being shaken, reality is being rewritten, and once-firm memories are now incredibly fragile.
High in the sky, Qin Yu remained standing quietly, without any extra movements or expressions. He simply lowered his head slightly, looking down at the group of panicked and disoriented disciples in the plaza below. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, as if he were looking down at a group of beings whose fate had already been sealed.
The entire Realm Breaking Heavenly Sect plaza fell into utter silence. There was no clamor, no discussion, no weeping; only a deep-seated fear, like a tidal wave, engulfed everyone. This was the first time fear had truly descended upon this sect's land.
It doesn't stem from overwhelming power, nor from the threat of death, but from the denial and deletion of existence itself, from the collapse of memory and the distortion of reality, from the despair and helplessness of "not even being able to believe one's own cognition."