Within the mountains, five layers of profound Mystic Void powers intertwined to form an indescribable absolute domain. Space collapsed as if pressed back to its origin by an invisible hand. The power of mental disintegration spread layer by layer through the void. The Directionless Labyrinth Domain caused heaven and earth to lose their orientation. The light of Origin Dissection pierced through all things, and the Final Stillness Suppression Domain crushed all existence into the depths of Annihilation.
Qin Yu in the center, his robes fluttering, his eyes icy Ultimate. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the five people, a faint, indifferent sneer curling at the corner of his lips. "Just you?" The moment his voice fell, he slowly raised his right hand, and a nearly imperceptible ripple of nothingness spread from his palm. It was not a release or outpouring of power, but the descent of a definition that transcended all rules.
His voice was deep, yet each word was clear, like the stroke of the heavens, directly rewriting everything before him. "Void Source Truth Command." The next moment, the power of the Void Source silently spread from him, and the entire Mystic Void Domain seemed to be forcibly covered with a new layer of "original logic." The trajectories of the five people's divine abilities strangely stopped at this moment, the collapsing spatial boundaries began to solidify, the power of Thoughts Return to Void Stillness invaded the sea of consciousness was locked halfway, and the chaos of the Directionless Labyrinth Domain began to subside.
The light and shadow of the Origin Dissection were actually suppressed in the opposite direction, and the Final Stillness Suppression Domain suddenly cracked just three inches away from Qin Yu. Qin Yu clenched his fists and said again, "Causality Reversal."
In an instant, the causal chain of the entire battlefield was forcibly reversed. All the divine powers that were originally pointing towards Qin Yu reversed direction at this moment. The force of collapse backfired on the caster's own space, the Thoughts Return to Void Stillness directly bombarded the caster's sea of consciousness, the Directionless Labyrinth Domain locked the five people's senses, the light of Origin Dissection tore apart their own Fate Soul structure, and the Final Stillness Suppression Domain crushed their bodies like a giant hammer. The five people's pupils instantly contracted, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Impossible—!" The words were distorted and swallowed up before they could even leave his lips. Qin Yu had already taken a step forward, as if he had transcended his current dimension. His existence became blurred and untouchable at this moment. He slowly raised his right hand, his two fingers joined together, and the world suddenly fell into a deathly silence, even the sound of the wind was sucked away. He spoke softly, "Before the Unnamed." The next instant, his two fingers fell, "The Unnamed Initial Silence."
In an instant, time stood still, the spatial structure collapsed layer by layer, and the world was erased into a pure white canvas by the supreme will. The figures of the five people slowly melted away under this finger, their physical bodies and souls becoming ethereal in sync. Every inch of their outlines was detached from the anchor of the world's underlying rules and was completely erased from the register of existence. Along with the positions they had occupied and the fluctuations they had caused, they all returned to nothingness.
They tried to struggle, but found that even the act of "struggling" was impossible. One opened his mouth to shout, but the sound was erased before it could even form. Another tried to retreat, but found that the concept of "position" Does Not Exist. The third forcibly activated his supernatural powers, but before his meridians could even circulate, he had already returned to a state of Unborn. Their bodies began to turn into light dust from the edges, and the light dust dissipated before it even hit the ground. In this moment, Fate Soul, karma, memories, and history collapsed layer by layer.
Qin Yu slowly withdrew his finger, which had been hovering in mid-air. The faint fluctuations of law remaining at his fingertip quietly disappeared. His expression remained completely unchanged, still cold and aloof, showing no pleasure or emotion, as if he had not just wiped out five lives.
Five insignificant specks of dust. The night wind finally began to flow again, ruffling his clothes, but it could not dispel the chill that clung to him, nor extinguish the sharpness hidden in his eyes.
He stood silently atop the empty mountain, his gaze piercing the vast Salt Desert, looking towards the unknown horizon. The killing intent emanating from him had not dissipated; instead, it had become even more concentrated in the silence, like a dormant volcano, seemingly calm yet powerful.
But within it lay a world-destroying power. After a long silence, he parted his thin lips slightly, "Hua Jingmeng... Ancient God Clan... Holy Clan... I will slowly find you."
At the edge of the Salt Desert, the land is no longer the pure white sea of soul crystals, but a massive rift torn open, leading to an unknown abyss. The air is thick with an aura of decay and antiquity. The bronze gate that once stood at the end of End of Samsara has now been forcibly shattered, its broken fragments splintering into the ground.
Each fragment is engraved with ancient and obscure runes, which still writhe slightly, like a will that has not yet died struggling slowly. The door frame, however, remains towering, its brokenness only making it more menacing. The massive pillars on either side, like the spine supporting the heavens and earth, are cracked but have never collapsed.
The entire portal exudes a solemnity as if it had been violently torn open, as if something prevented it from remaining closed, yet also from truly opening. Deep within, darkness reigned, not merely the absence of light, but a void that devoured meaning. At the very depths of that void, a scarlet ring floated, slowly rotating, its shape unstable.
It seemed to Origin Framework, the red light flashing on and off. With each flash, the entire bronze gate ruins trembled, and the void emitted a low hum, as if responding to the presence of the ring. The stone steps leading into the gate had long since collapsed, the remaining steps covered with grains of soul salt.
With each step, a faint yet chilling wail could be heard. The wail was not piercing, but it stabbed deep into the Fate Soul, making one involuntarily want to retreat. On both sides of the stone steps, the ancient torches that were originally used for lighting were now burning with dark red flames. The flames flickered without wind, and the light made the interior of the door seem even more unfathomable.
Outside this broken bronze gate, a sea of people surged forth.
The entire Salt Desert region had long been completely occupied by countless cultivators. Above the void, on the ground, and atop the ruins, countless figures were densely packed. Tens of thousands of auras intertwined, forming an extremely oppressive wave. Cultivation levels ranged from the Realm Breaking Realm to the Mystic Void Realm, layer upon layer.
Even higher in the sky, beings at the True Annihilation Realm floated silently. They did not make a move, but simply watched the bronze gate from afar, as if waiting for a certain opportunity to arrive. Banners of various forces were unfurled in the void, their spiritual light flashing, and formations overlapped one another, forming a chaotic yet restrained standoff.
The Lineage occupied the most central area. The Hua Lineage's group exuded a cold aura, their ranks were orderly, and hundreds of the Mystic Void Realm deacons floated in formation, faintly forming a huge sealing array. Hua Yuening at the forefront, her robes fluttering without wind, her gaze fixed on the red ring deep within the bronze gate. The Ju Lineage's group appeared even more imposing, their aura pressing down like mountains. The cultivators stood on the Salt Desert, each step causing the crystalline earth to tremble deeply.
The Shangguan Lineage's team was even more aggressive, their aura sharp as knives, their edge exposed, as if ready to cut through any obstacle at any moment; while the Chi Lineage's side appeared calm and reserved, their formation meticulous, with a hundred Mystic Void Realm · Middle Stage elders standing precisely in positions, subtly forming the core of a Dao formation that could both attack and defend. Chi Ninghua stood at the eye of the formation, her gaze calmly sweeping across the entire scene, as if calculating the movements of every force.
Besides these, there were also Rogue Cultivator, sect disciples, Liu Yuan Practitioners, and even some powerful individuals concealing their auras. Some had greedy eyes, some had solemn expressions, some had already quietly prepared an escape route, and most were staring intently at the red ring flashing inside the door.
Their eyes held suppressed madness and desire, and the air was thick with tension, as if an explosion was about to erupt. Everyone waited, waiting for the bronze gate to stabilize completely, waiting for the unknown represented by the red ring to be fully revealed.
The entire Salt Desert was like a giant powder keg, just one spark away from exploding.
On the Salt Desert, the crowds surged like a sea, their auras intertwining to create an oppressive atmosphere heavy with Ultimate. At the edge of the throng, a figure quietly blended in, his aura Ultimate concealed, his face and demeanor utterly altered, leaving no trace of his former self. Qin Yu stood behind a broken salt column, his gaze calmly sweeping across the surroundings, neither ostentatious nor retreating. His presence was deliberately suppressed into the most inconspicuous layer.
He was but a speck of dust among countless cultivators, yet the atmosphere before the bronze gate grew increasingly heavy. Not a single person dared to take the first step, even though the crimson ring within the gate exuded an irresistible allure. No one was willing to be the first to step into the unknown.
The teams of the Lineage remained as silent as mountains, each waiting for someone else to test the price of that abyss. The entire area was so oppressive that even breathing felt heavy.
In the midst of this deathly silence, a voice suddenly broke the stillness, "Look—inside!" The voice trembled noticeably, and almost simultaneously all the cultivators turned their gazes towards the depths of the bronze gate. That area, which had been purely dark, was now beginning to show strange fluctuations—one point, two points, ten points, a hundred points... countless scarlet points of light slowly emerged.
Each point of light carried wisps of black smoke, as if burning with some extremely malevolent essence. These points of light were not scattered, but neatly suspended in the darkness, like countless eyes opening simultaneously, staring intently at everyone outside the door. The air instantly froze, and an uncontrollable tremor surged within their Fate Soul. Someone, pale-faced, whispered, "What... what is that?"
Another person's voice trembled, "No... that's not light..." Someone else gasped sharply, "That's... eyes!" In an instant, the crowd erupted in commotion, "How is this possible..." "That aura... that oppressive force..." "It's like the aura of an ancient beast..."
Suddenly, an elderly cultivator's pupils contracted sharply, his voice almost losing control, "Primordial Beast Dao Divine Venerable — Demonic Bat!" These words caused an uproar among the crowd. "Impossible! That's a legendary being!" "How could something of that level appear in such a swarm!" "Even one of them is enough to destroy an entire realm, and here..."
Before the words were finished, the man's voice abruptly stopped, his entire being consumed by utter terror. The red light within the door was no longer faintly visible; instead, it expanded wildly.
As they drew ever closer, countless scarlet eyes overlapped one another, densely packed, their sheer number terrifying beyond imagination. The entire expanse of deep darkness was formed from these countless ferocious pupils.
The next instant -- Boom!!! Boom!!!
The darkness suddenly shattered, and countless crimson streaks surged forth from the depths of the bronze gate. These were no longer "eyes," but real beings, their bodies enormous, entirely black like solidified abysses, their wingspans several meters wide, their wing membranes swirling with dark red runes, as if etched by some ancient law. Each flap of their wings tore through space, accompanied by a piercing explosion.
Their heads were twisted and grotesque, their fangs bared, constantly spewing blackish-red breath. Wherever that breath passed, the Soul Salt Land was directly corroded into hollows. But most terrifying were their eyes—burning crimson, billowing with thick smoke, like a living curse. Billions of Demonic Bat were fully revealed at this moment, forming a blackish-red storm that covered the sky and earth, pressing directly towards the crowd. "Heavens—it really is the Primordial Beast Dao Divine Venerable Demonic Bat!!!"
Before the terrified screams could even subside, the first wave of attacks had already arrived. Hundreds of cultivators, without even fully unleashing their divine abilities, were torn apart, their Fate Soul devoured in an instant. They didn't even have time to utter a cry of agony. Simultaneously, the formations of the Lineage activated, and the Hua Lineage's formation diagram lit up.
A golden light barrier of law swept out, and the Ju Lineage experts used their immense power to withstand the impact. The Shangguan Lineage's sword light crisscrossed and cleaved through the swarm of Demonic Bat, while the Chi Lineage's formation was like a flowing sea, sealing off a large number of Demonic Bat on the outside. At this moment, the entire Salt Desert was completely turned into a battlefield. The light of divine powers was like exploding stars, and space was constantly being torn apart and reassembled. Blood and light intertwined in the air, and the scene was Ultimate tragic.
However, just as everyone was engaged in a frenzied battle, deep within the bronze gate, the crimson ring suddenly trembled. Ancient, incomprehensible runes emerged from the darkness. These runes had no form, yet they carried an absolute sense of "selection." In a flash, they split into countless streaks of light, scattering across the entire battlefield like a collapsing galaxy.
The runes neither attacked nor defended; they simply locked onto each being, striking their Fate Soul. Everyone touched by the runes froze instantly, even their divine abilities halting mid-cast. Someone cried out in terror, "What is this—!" The next moment, the runes suddenly lit up—buzz!!!
Space twisted violently, and figures were pulled away from their original positions. It was not physical teleportation, nor was it a tearing of the void; rather, they were forcibly ripped from their current level by an invisible, immense force. Before everyone's eyes, the cultivators vanished one after another, leaving not even a trace of their aura behind, as if they had been dragged directly into another unknown world.
"No--!" "Help me!!!" "Stop!!!" Screams rose and fell, but to no avail. The runes flashed faster and faster, and large blank areas began to appear on the battlefield. The originally dense crowd was cleared out in just a few breaths, and even the formations of the Lineage were not spared. One after another, Mystic Void Realm experts were directly "chosen" in shock and anger.
Their bodies melted away inch by inch in the blazing light, as if they had been forcibly taken away by an invisible giant hand. The swarm of Demonic Bat suddenly froze at this moment, hanging motionless in mid-air, as if waiting for a command from a higher level.
The entire battlefield seemed to have been rearranged by an unseen hand, chaos and deathly silence coexisting, bloodshed and stillness intertwined, forming an extremely bizarre scene. Only the low hum of flowing runes and the silent fading of countless cultivators being wiped out one by one and returning to nothingness remained in the world.