Before the void had calmed, a furious roar that tore through all realms descended, "You're courting death!!!" Before the voice faded, a divine power pierced directly from beyond the multidimensional realms, without trajectory, without origin, only an absolute killing intent that crushed all rules sweeping across. Qin Yu didn't even have time to discern its composition before the Silent Origin Stainless Sword instinctively appeared before him, and his Fate Soul abruptly contracted.
The Historyless Void Severance Sword unleashed in an instant, attempting to sever the time and narrative foundation of this attack. However, the divine power was not completely erased the moment it touched the sword's edge. Its "permission to exist" level was far beyond Qin Yu's current Limit. The sword intent only sliced off part of its trajectory, and the remaining power crashed directly into Qin Yu's body. Space shattered at that moment.
Qin Yu felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hand. His body traced a trajectory that tore through the void as he was instantly blasted a hundred meters away, crashing heavily onto the Salt Desert. The pure white crystalline earth was pressed into a deep crater, and billions of soul salt grains emitted a silent shriek upon impact. His chest trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his breathing instantly becoming disordered.
His Fate Soul trembled violently. Without hesitation, he took out several Supreme Transformation Source Crystal and swallowed them directly into his body. The crystals exploded inside him, and the power of Taiwu Change spread rapidly, forcibly stabilizing his shattered Fate Soul. He looked up into the distance, and for the first time, a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes—this attack was only the aftershock. If the opponent truly descended and got close, he would have no chance of survival.
Before the thought had even fully formed, Qin Yu had already turned around. The space beneath his feet was forcibly torn open. He had to retreat, he absolutely had to retreat, but the instant he took a step...
"Buzz--!" The entire space suddenly froze, not by external force, but by the spatial authority of this world being directly sealed at its source.
All possibilities of displacement, distortion, folding, and escape are rendered completely invalid at the same time. Even the void itself loses its right to circulate, becoming an absolute forbidden zone that cannot be altered by any means.
An invisible array had somehow enveloped the entire realm, severing space into layers and rendering all paths to the outside world ineffective. Qin Yu's figure was forcibly frozen in place. He looked up again, his gaze cold and sharp.
The void ahead slowly cracked open; it wasn't a spatial rift, but rather the tearing of the "boundary of existence."
A figure stepped out from the crack.
He was dressed in white, his long hair cascading down to his waist, each strand flowing freely in the still air, carrying a faint, ethereal glow, like a lingering image washed away by time. His face was cold and refined, his features seemingly sculpted by the very fabric of heaven and earth.
His brows and eyes revealed a detachment and indifference that transcended the mundane. His eyes were deep, devoid of emotion, holding only a serene stillness that surveyed all things, as if all life and death were merely chapters to be flipped through at will.
An ancient sword hung at his waist, its scabbard unadorned, yet faintly radiating a sharpness capable of cleaving through laws. Faint patterns flowed across his robes; these were not decorations, but rather the traces of "the rules themselves" woven into his garment. He stood there.
Without releasing any aura, the entire world automatically receded, and the wails of souls on the Salt Desert fell completely silent at this moment, as if even the act of "wails" dared not exist.
Qin Yu's Fate Soul suddenly trembled violently at this moment. It was not due to external pressure, but rather an instinctive warning from the difference in their levels, which exploded without warning from the depths of his soul core.
--The Wuji Realm, an existence far surpassing the Mystic Void.
The man slowly raised his eyes and looked at Qin Yu. The instant his gaze fell upon Qin Yu, it felt as if an invisible blade had gently sliced through Qin Yu's sea of consciousness, causing all his thoughts to momentarily falter. He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it directly covered the entire realm.
"Boy, you actually ignored my presence! I told you to stop, yet you still dared to kill Sect Master Luo right in front of me." He tilted his head slightly, as if examining an interesting artifact. "I didn't realize that you, a Mystic Void Realm Initial Stage cultivator, could actually kill a mid-stage cultivator."
Qin Yu stood still, his breathing steady. He met the other man's gaze without flinching or offering any explanation. He knew in his heart that the person before him was invincible.
But he had no way out. He spoke slowly, his voice icy, "If you want to kill me or torture me, just do it. Stop with the nonsense."
The man paused slightly, then a faint smile curved his lips, as if he had heard something extremely amusing. He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "You do have backbone." He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly settling on Qin Yu. "I don't kill Nameless people. State your name."
Qin Yu coldly spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze sharp as a sword. "Pah." "You—you're not qualified."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment. The man remained silent for a split second, then suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter echoed through the void, but it contained not a trace of anger; instead, it was filled with genuine interest. "Interesting, very interesting." He slowly took a step forward.
The entire space seemed to sink slightly. "I, Hua Yanyang, have never seen anyone like you before... so reckless, yet so unforgivable." He raised his eyes, a genuine glint finally appearing deep within them. "Since that's the case—then let me see what makes you so... presumptuous before me."
After Hua Yanyang finished speaking, she didn't even glance at Qin Yu again. She simply raised her right hand slightly, her fingers spread wide, as if touching an invisible pattern in the air. There was no light or air current at her fingertips, yet the entire Salt Desert appeared to shift subtly at that moment.
Countless grains of salt formed from condensed souls beneath his feet simultaneously emitted low, mournful cries. These sounds were no longer scattered, but were rearranged by some invisible will, converging into an extremely low vibrational frequency that spread along the spatial structure. With a light tap of his fingertip, the vibration suddenly contracted, condensing into an almost invisible line that pointed directly at Qin Yu.
There was no explosion, no roar, only the "trajectory" was rewritten.
The instant that line fell, the space around Qin Yu folded in layers, forcibly compressing the space in front, behind, above, and below simultaneously. All possible paths for evasion were blocked at the same time. His pupils contracted sharply, and his Fate Soul instantly entered its Limit operating range.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword resonated in his palm. With a horizontal thrust, the Causeless Disillusionment Sword and the No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword were unleashed almost simultaneously. In an instant, the sword intent Cause Splitting and effect and conception, forcibly stripping his own existence from being "locked."
The sword light erupted suddenly; it was no ordinary light, but rather a whole section of rules that had been forcibly severed.
The invisible line finally showed a barely perceptible deviation the moment it collided with the sword's edge.
However, it was only a slight deviation. In the next instant, the primordial line suddenly shattered, turning into countless fragments of trajectory so fine they were impossible to detect, which simultaneously pierced through from thousands of dimensions.
Qin Yu's sword intent swept across fiercely, shattering a portion of it on the spot. However, many more fragments bypassed the sword's defensive edge and fell directly onto his body from above the world's defining layer.
Boom! There was no sound, but the impact was tremendous.
Qin Yu froze instantly. His Fate Soul seemed to be pried open from its very foundation by some force. An irresistible shockwave pierced through his consciousness and into his physical body. The Salt Desert beneath his feet shattered instantly, white crystals were lifted hundreds of feet high, and the countless fragments of souls shattered completely in this attack.
His body was thrown directly into the air, tearing through the sky, and crashing heavily into the distant salt pillars. The entire crystalline salt forest collapsed one after another in the impact, the crystal pillars broke and collapsed, turning into white dust everywhere.
"Pfft--!" Blood spurted out again.
Qin Yu knelt on one knee, forcibly stabilizing himself by inserting the Silent Origin Stainless Sword into the ground. Cracks appeared on the sword and then quickly healed. His breathing became heavy, his Fate Soul trembled violently, and there was even a brief blank in his sea of consciousness. That attack did not truly touch his "root of existence," but directly crushed him once in the "rule-bearing layer."
He looked up, his gaze still cold, but now carrying an unprecedented solemnity.
In the distance, Hua Yanyang stood still, not even the hem of his clothes swaying. He looked down at his fingers, as if confirming something, then chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of genuine surprise and interest, "Oh ho."
He looked up at Qin Yu, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual, "He actually managed to block it."
He took a slow step, and with each step, space itself made way for him, the entire Salt Desert sinking beneath his feet as if enduring some irresistible will. "I really underestimated you."
He raised his hand, and this time, instead of just touching it casually, he gripped the sword at his waist.
Before the sword was even drawn, the world had already begun to tighten.
The grains of soul salt in the air hovered, time slowed down, and even the aftershocks of the distant collapse stopped in mid-air. The entire realm seemed to have been forcibly paused by some higher-level "narrative".
Hua Yanyang's voice became extremely clear at this moment, even carrying a hint of casual ease, "How about this?"
His fingers rested lightly on the sword hilt, his gaze indifferently fixed on Qin Yu. "Next—" "If you can withstand one of my sword strikes," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I will let you go today."
Within Qin Yu's mind, Xiao Yue's voice suddenly became urgent and sharp, "Little Qinzi, I'll go out and hold him off. You take this opportunity to break through this formation and leave immediately. We absolutely cannot withstand this sword strike."
Her tone was unwavering, carrying an almost resolute coldness, as if she were prepared to bear any consequences. Qin Yu remained silent for a moment, his Fate Soul deep within his sea of consciousness trembling slightly.
He didn't say another word, just nodded slightly. At that moment, his gaze completely subsided, all hesitation and emotion were suppressed to the deepest depths, leaving only pure and Ultimate judgment and execution.
Hua Yanyang stood in the void, and the storm in the entire Salt Desert completely stopped at this moment. He slowly raised his hand, his fingers gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist. With that subtle movement, the structure of heaven and earth began to shift fundamentally.
It was as if even the concept of "existence" was suppressed by some higher will, unable to flow freely. The sword made no sound as it was slowly drawn from its sheath, yet it caused the surrounding space to crack open with fine lines, as if it could not bear its "definition".
The instant the sword appeared, all the light in the world was stripped away. It was a longsword that was almost transparent, yet not transparent. It Does Not Exist color and did not reflect any light, yet it created an illusion for all who observed it.
It was not a sword, but a "timeline" that had been extracted. A thin line, stretching to infinity, was faintly visible on the blade. That line kept going back, extending, and splitting, passing through the past, present, and future, and finally converging on Qin Yu.
Hua Yanyang her eyes, and the world fell silent.
He slowly raised his sword, and the instant the sword tip left the ground, billions of soul crystals on the Salt Desert shattered simultaneously, without making a sound. The shattered salt grains hovered in the air, then turned transparent one by one, disappearing on the edge of "never happened".
He opened his eyes, "Primordial Traceless Sword Form." The moment his voice fell, he slashed horizontally with his sword, without Sword Qi, light or shadow, or vibration.
Only the "origin" was touched upon.
Qin Yu's existence was locked in at that moment. The sword did not fall on him, but on the moment of his birth, on the starting point where he was first conceived, defined, and given meaning. The "origin line" that runs through all his timelines suddenly appeared under this sword, traversing the deep structure of the universe.
The line was severed, a transparent flame erupting from the break, not burning matter or incinerating energy, but simply devouring the "premise of existence."
At this moment, Qin Yu's figure showed signs of disintegration. Starting from his fingertips, the spatial outline turned into fine dust. Before the dust could fall, it dissipated into nothingness. His sea of consciousness trembled violently, and the structure of his Fate Soul was directly touched at its root. All his memories, causes and effects, and destiny began to loosen at the same time, as if they were being erased from the narrative of the universe by some kind of force.
Within her sea of consciousness, Xiao Yue had made thorough preparations and was about to burst forth. Her aura surged to its Limit in an instant, and the power of the Blue Ring frantically condensed. She was even prepared to sacrifice herself to break through the sword's lock.
Just as she was about to appear—BOOM!!! A sword light descended from the sky; it wasn't light, but an entire torn "interface of rules".
The magic array barrier collapsed instantly under this sword strike. The invisible structure that had sealed off heaven and earth was forcibly cleaved open, and a rift that pierced through the heavens and earth exploded in the void. That rift was not a shattering of space, but rather a direct severing of a higher level of "boundary logic."
Hua Yanyang's sword strike was not yet fully completed when it was forcibly cut off in half by this sudden sword intent.
The "Thread of Origin" of the Primordial Traceless Sword Form shifted at this moment, broke and stopped, and the transparent flames extinguished instantly.
Qin Yu's dissipating figure was forcibly pulled back into "existence" at this moment. He was suddenly shocked, and his whole body was dragged back to reality from the edge of collapse. Under the violent backlash of his Fate Soul, he spat out another mouthful of blood. His breathing was disordered, but he still stood up and did not fall down.
A figure slowly descended from the void.
She stood on the rift in the cleaved boundary, her long hair as black as night, flowing like water, her entire being enveloped in a soft yet extremely pure blue-white radiance. That radiance was not energy, but "the manifestation of the origin of order and life."
Her dress billowed in the wind, layers of light gauze swirling with a faint starlight, each hem affecting the changing patterns of space. Her eyes were like a calm lake, yet reflected an immeasurable power in their deepest depths.
She held a sword in her hand, a sword that was not sharp, yet it made the heavens and earth automatically part to make way for her, and she stood in front of Qin Yu.
Without turning back, he simply raised his hand and completely suppressed the remaining power of origin. At that moment, the entire Salt Desert began to "breathe" anew.