The colossal body of the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon slowly leaned forward, its six claws simultaneously embedding themselves into the void. Instantly, the space surrounding the entire island was torn apart, creating a network of crisscrossing rifts. Within these rifts, not darkness, but six different radiant wheels constantly rotated, each bearing the destination and final resting place of countless souls. The next instant, it raised its foremost claw, the tip of which rapidly compressed and condensed six Afterglow Wheel.
All the aura of life, death, and destiny in the world was forcibly drawn away and gathered at this moment. When that claw landed, there was no sound of wind, yet it tore open a rift piercing through the Fate Soul deep within space. The six light wheels exploded in an instant, and countless fragments turned into light points that poured down like a torrential rain. The entire island was completely covered by a silent rain of reincarnation fragments.
Each falling point of light pierced straight through the void and the physical body, penetrating deep into the Fate Soul to reincarnation one by one. Qin Yu's Fate Soul suddenly trembled violently. He clearly sensed that the pull Dao Source his "destination" was forcibly stripped away. It wasn't that his power was suppressed, but that his "path to the future" was completely severed. Life seemed to have only a fleeting moment left, with no possibility of continuation whatsoever.
Just before the rain of reincarnation had fully descended, Qin Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold. He didn't retreat; instead, he took a step forward, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword in his hand erupted with dazzling sword light. The sword swept horizontally, and he spoke in a low voice, "Samsara Severance... then I will sever the starting point of your claw."
Before the words were even finished, the sword intent had already struck, tearing a straight line through the entire space with an extremely concentrated wave of Annihilation. Qin Yu directly unleashed the Silent Origin Stainless Sword - The Historyless Void Severance Sword, the sword light piercing through the overlapping layers of the past and future, directly cutting into the timeline before the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon's claw struck.
Where the sword's edge touched, a gap was forcibly torn open the six light wheels before they shattered. The power of reincarnation was briefly disrupted at its source, the rain of light stopped for a moment, some of the light points collapsed in mid-air, and a large number of reincarnation marks were erased by the sword intent before they could completely fall.
Qin Yu charged forward, following the sword's momentum. A second sword light arrived in quick succession. He gripped the sword with both hands, unleashing the full power of his Fate Soul. "Take another strike from me—I'll sever the root of your reincarnation!" The sword slashed upwards, aiming directly at the remaining core of the Six Paths of Reincarnation at the tip of the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon Claw.
That sword strike contained the essence of Annihilation and the intent of Stainless Sword. Space was torn open, creating a rift that connected heaven and earth. The entire floating island trembled. The cultivators watching the battle couldn't even see the sword shadow clearly; they could only see a white line stretching across the void, instantly approaching the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon.
However, just as the sword's edge was about to touch the dragon's claw, the remaining fragments of reincarnation suddenly contracted, transforming into an extremely condensed force of destruction that surged back and directly collided with Qin Yu's sword momentum. The sword light and the reincarnation fracture collided head-on in mid-air.
The space exploded in the next instant, and a large area collapsed. Qin Yu's sword momentum was abruptly stopped. He was blasted backward by the force of the impact, and a deep crack that exposed bone appeared on his chest. His sea of Fate Soul surged violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He rolled dozens of feet in mid-air before he managed to stop himself.
The rain of reincarnation rained down completely at this moment, and dozens of light points directly entered Qin Yu's body. His Fate Soul trembled violently again, and the sliver of breathing space that had been torn open by the sword force was completely sealed off. Large sections of the reincarnation threads in his body broke, his consciousness went blank for a moment, and he almost lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.
Just as he was about to fall, Qin Yu suddenly slammed his palm into the void, forcibly stopping his descent. The space beneath his feet cracked, and he slowly regained his footing. His breathing was rapid, his Fate Soul trembled violently, and blood streamed down his face. But at that moment, his eyes blazed with brilliance. He chuckled softly, "Very good... that's more like it."
The next instant, he abruptly looked up, his Fate Soul forcibly contracting, the power of Annihilation being re-condensed on the verge of collapse. He grabbed dozens of Supreme Transformation Source Crystal, shattered and absorbed them, the source flow transforming into a stream of light to forcefully fill the crack in his Fate Soul.
He then gripped his sword again with both hands, his aura instantly stabilized to its Limit, and his entire imposing presence surged once more. With a single step, the ground shattered. "Samsara Severance? Let's see if you can sever it!"
Before he finished speaking, Qin Yu soared into the sky once more, his sword leaving a long gash that tore through space. He once again actively faced the lingering power of reincarnation, his Fate Soul forcibly surging on the verge of collapse.
The sword intent of Annihilation collided head-on with the remaining fragments of reincarnation, and a second, even more violent shockwave erupted over the entire floating island. The heavens and earth trembled, lightning and fire surged back, and the scene entered the most violent Limit confrontation.
The Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon stood silently high in the sky, a faint light appearing deep within its dragon eyes. It looked at Qin Yu charging towards it, neither retreating nor dodging. At that moment, its aura suddenly sank into a profound silence, suppressing the turbulence of heaven and earth. It spoke softly, "Very good."
As the sound faded, its entire body began to change. Scales peeled off from the edges, falling off piece by piece and turning into grayish-white mist in the air. The mist continued to spread, quickly connecting and covering the entire space as if an untouchable gray curtain had been drawn over it.
Its dragon horns began to crack, and the fragments fell into the mist, forming a vortex. The light in its eyes gradually dimmed, but it was not dimming; rather, the concept of "light" was being extracted. Its flesh and blood slowly dissolved from its dragon body, turning into fine specks of light that merged into the sea of mist. Its aura grew fainter and fainter, yet heavier and heavier. At this moment, a "Tide of Source Destruction" that covered everything truly manifested itself.
Qin Yu's figure, which had rushed into the air, suddenly froze. What he saw was not an attack, but the world being completely flattened, the spatial boundaries beginning to collapse, colors rapidly fading, and the distant floating island battlefield where battle was raging completely still.
The supernatural powers unleashed by those cultivators stopped halfway and then vanished completely. The mountain, the blood mist, and the energy fluctuations were extracted layer by layer, turning into nothingness, leaving not even a tremor. The entire area seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, and the tide spread out from where the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon had disappeared.
It had no speed to speak of, yet it covered all directions in an instant. The edge of the island beneath Qin Yu's feet began to recede, the rock layers disappeared one by one, the air lost its support, and even the "air" began to become unstable.
His Fate Soul trembled violently, and for the first time, he experienced a true sense of collapse in his consciousness—not from injury, but a premonition of his "existence being completely stripped away." His breathing was suppressed, and everything within his sea of consciousness began to blur. He did not retreat.
Instead, he stopped completely at this moment, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was completely calm. He raised his hand, palm facing inward, and his Fate Soul Nucleus suddenly erupted. He whispered, "Void Source - Dream Stillness."
The five domains were forcibly unfolded in an instant: the Void Source Domain, the Realm of the Unborn, the Domain of Domain of Annihilation, the Cause and Effect Annihilation Domain, and the Concept Disintegration Domain simultaneously compressed and overlapped. The domains did not spread but instead converged on him alone, and the annihilation tide of the entire space crashed into this point.
Like a torrent crashing into a bottomless well, Qin Yu stood frozen in place, everything around him vanishing completely. Cracks began to appear on his body; his skin, flesh, and bones teetered on the brink of collapse.
His sea of Fate Soul surged to its Limit, images of rupture and dissipation flashing through his consciousness, yet he forcibly stabilized that last anchor point of self, clasped his hands together, and then unfolded them again, "With me as the zero point— Bear Annihilation."
The Tide of Source Destruction continued to press down, gradually erasing him. His shoulders vanished, his arms became transparent, and even his consciousness began to be eroded. He didn't stop; instead, he suddenly took a step forward, his body mutilated yet still moving forward. He charged directly into the core of the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon, where it hadn't completely dissipated. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword erupted once more, unleashing the "Undefined Destruction Sword."
This sword strike had no light, no trajectory; it struck directly at the center of the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon's consciousness.
At that spot where the last vestige of "existential logic" still lingered, a tiny crack appeared in the Tide of Source Destruction the instant the sword fell. This crack rapidly expanded, and Qin Yu poured all the remaining Fate Soul force within him into the sword. He whispered, "Since you are the source—I will sever the source."
The next instant, the crack completely pierced through the entire tide, tearing the gray-white mist sea apart from the inside. The entire Tide of Source Destruction began to collapse, the tide surged back, and the dissolved dragon body reformed into a phantom in the air before being completely severed by the sword intent.
The divine thought emitted a very low tremor the instant it broke, and then completely Annihilation. The entire Tide of Source Destruction dissipated at that moment, space was restored, the edges of the floating islands stopped disappearing, and heaven and earth regained their structure.
In mid-air, an even more realistic aura slowly condensed, and a complete Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon gradually appeared. It did not attack, nor did it exert any pressure; it simply looked at Qin Yu quietly, its dragon eyes filled with clear satisfaction, "Junior, you are quite good."
Qin Yu knelt on one knee, his breath extremely weak, his Fate Soul still trembling. He slowly sheathed his sword, forced himself to stand, and bowed slightly forward, "Thank you, senior."
Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon nodded slightly. It raised one claw, and an extremely thin crack appeared in the void. This crack did not fluctuate, yet it led directly to another space. It spoke in a low voice, "I will naturally fulfill my promise to you."
With a gentle slash of its claws, the crack enveloped Qin Yu completely. Before Qin Yu could even sense the spatial transfer, he vanished from his spot and was transported directly to the deepest part of the ancient castle.
At the same time, the entire floating domain began to collapse, and the floating islands gradually faded away. The cultivators who had finished their battle slowly descended from the sky, their feet stepping back onto solid ground. When they looked up, the space had returned to calm, with only the ancient palace in the distance fully revealed, heavy and real.
After the floating battlefield fell completely silent, the islands vanished one by one. The remaining cultivators plummeted from mid-air, their feet landing on solid ground once more. Their auras varied in strength; some were torn and their breathing disordered, while others were covered in blood but their eyes burned with fervor.
Without exception, everyone stared in the same direction—the ancient palace that had already appeared. The cultivators who had landed earlier were now gathered outside the palace. They stood still, their expressions varied. Some were wary, some were indifferent, and some suppressed the surging fluctuations of their Fate Soul. The scene was heavy and oppressive, as if taking the first step would trigger a new killing situation.
In the distance, the ancient castle came into full view between heaven and earth. The entire building stood against the mountain, its layers rising straight to the sky. The main hall towered like a pillar, surrounded by auxiliary halls like stars guarding it. The entire structure was made of a blend of deep blue and gilded gold, and the walls were covered with ancient patterns. These patterns were not carved, but seemed to have grown directly from the source of space. As the light shifted, one could faintly sense the Dao flowing within them.
Dozens of enormous halos floated around the palace, slowly rotating and forming layers of sealing structures that completely enclosed the entire castle. Before the palace gates, a wide staircase led directly from the ground to the main entrance.
The lights on both sides of the staircase were always on, but there was no warmth from the flames. Only a silent pressure slowly permeated the air. The entire castle showed no signs of erosion from time, yet it exuded an extremely ancient aura, as if it had existed for countless eras.
In the instant of hesitation, the halos surrounding the ancient castle suddenly ceased functioning, the layers of sealing structures crumbled one by one, fine cracks appeared in the space before the palace doors, the cracks rapidly spread, and finally, with a deafening roar, the heavy palace doors slowly opened.
A profound aura emanated from within, without any oppressive force, yet it caused everyone's Fate Soul to instinctively tighten. The next moment, someone in the crowd finally moved, and several figures simultaneously rushed out, directly into the palace gate. Immediately afterwards, more cultivators no longer hesitated and stepped into the ancient castle, their figures surging in like a tide. The struggle for opportunities was fully launched at this moment.
Amidst this chaos, Qin Yu was no longer among those entering. He had been directly transported deep into the ancient castle by the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon, and was now standing in a magnificent inner hall. The hall was vast and empty, with a high-hanging dome and countless giant pillars standing all around.
Each giant pillar is engraved with ancient Daoist patterns, and in the center, a faint light source pulses slowly, as if waiting for some kind of opportunity to arrive.
Outside the ancient castle, the true form of the Source-Destruction Sacrificial Dragon slowly hovered in the void. Its gaze pierced through layers of space, looking towards the deepest part of the castle. A calm glint flashed in its dragon eyes. "I hope he can obtain his master's inheritance and supreme treasure. Everything depends on his own destiny." As soon as the words fell, the countless Demonic Bat that had first appeared in the world reappeared from the edge of the void. Their scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, and then faded away along with the dragon's shadow, and the entire area fell into complete silence.