Anchoring Himself Where There Was No Abyss
The rotation of the Myriad Origins Compass suddenly stopped for a moment. Then, all nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Origin Fragments simultaneously flipped outwards. Within each fragment emerged a Qin Yu dissected to the Ultimate. Some were wielding swords, some stood deep within their Fate Soul, some unleashed the Void Source · Dream Stillness, some activated the Void Clarity Power of the Mystic Void Realm · Middle Stage Profound Void Realm, and some had the dark mark of the Annihilation Devil Pupil appearing between their brows. But as soon as these images appeared, they were sliced apart inch by inch by an invisible stripping force.
The third layer of Setting Deconstruction descended. The array no longer suppressed his actions or disrupted his cause and effect, but instead directly attacked the root of all his power systems. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword suddenly sank in his hand, and the Stainless Sword Intent on the sword began to be broken down into strands of basic sharpness. The supernatural power that could originally sever the foundation of definition was forcibly reduced to simple "sharpness." The five layers of the Void Source · Dream Stillness Domain vibrated continuously in his sea of consciousness.
The Void Source Domain was dismantled into an incomplete void, the Realm of the Unborn was restored to a thought that had not yet been formed, the annihilation intent of the Domain of Annihilation was compressed into a normal tendency to terminate, and the Cause and Effect Annihilation Domain and the Concept Disintegration Domain were extracted one by one from their core structures under the reflection of the Myriad Origins Compass, like a grand palace being dismantled from the beams and pillars. All the special foundations that once supported his cross-realm battles were pulled back to the mortal level at this moment.
Qin Yu's Core of the Fate Soul vibrated violently, and his Mystic Void · Middle Stage aura was repeatedly examined by the Origin Fragment. The clear state he had just emerged from when he was "cultivating without attachment" was being dismantled into the most ordinary realm fluctuations. All supernatural powers, treasures, weapons, and inheritances were stripped of their high-level definitions in front of the array and returned to their most primitive composition. The entire array domain was like a boundless forging field, dismantling Qin Yu from "a cultivator with many foundations" back into the most ordinary life individual.
Qin Yu's fingers tightened slightly, and the sword in his palm rang out in a low, deep sound, but it was no longer as sharp as before. His aura became obviously disordered, and many structures deep within his Fate Soul were forcibly peeled away. Even the continuity of the complete sword path of "Silent Origin Stainless Sword Five Forms" began to break.
He didn't rush to retaliate; instead, his eyes darkened. He knew very well that if he allowed this cycle to continue, every one of his reliance would be gradually reduced to ordinary phenomena. In the end, he would only have his physical body, his breath, and a will with nowhere to rely on.
So he slowly closed his eyes, withdrawing all his outward power. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword dimmed, the Void Source · Dream Stillness ceased to emanate, and the Core of the Fate Soul sank into its deepest recesses. He had no intention of protecting any supernatural powers, nor of proving their special nature.
He simply pressed all the disassembled fragments into a single source point, and then, using the original intent of the [Primordial Hongmeng - Great Luo Heavenly Chapter], unfolded it from the depths of his consciousness. A wordless page of the Heavenly Chapter quietly turned within his Fate Soul. The pages representing time, space, life and death, cause and effect, the five elements, yin and yang, destiny, reincarnation, nothingness, rules, logic, and narrative did not manifest outwards.
He simply rearranged the shattered foundations within his body. Qin Yu spoke softly, his voice low but steady in the center of the array. "You can dismantle my myriad external forms, but you cannot dismantle the source I rebuilt with my own hands."
As he finished speaking, the blank Heavenly Chapter within his body trembled slightly. The fragments deconstructed by the Myriad Origins Compass did not revert to their original state, nor did they return to their old system. Instead, they rearranged themselves at a deeper level. The sharpness of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword no longer relied on the name "sword style."
The five domains of the Void Source · Dream Stillness No longer rely on the form of "domain," and the Void Clarity of the Mystic Void · Middle Stage no longer relies on the title of "realm." All power is compressed by Qin Yu back into the simplest point: I use it, and it is established. The power of Setting Deconstruction continues to dismantle.
However, no complete, detachable outer shell could be found anymore. The fragments on the Myriad Origins Compass that reflected Qin Yu's power system began to crack one by one. The third layer of peeling still existed, but it could not completely suppress his foundation into the mortal realm.
Just then, the semi-transparent black stone tablet deep within the formation slowly turned towards Qin Yu, and the eight characters on its surface, "Unclaimed Land, Silent Silence," glowed with a faint black light. The fourth level, Name Deprivation, was triggered. All titles related to "Qin Yu" in the air began to fall away.
The images within the fragments of origin in the array opened their mouths, but could not utter his name. At the same moment, the phantoms in the distance, which had been reduced to mere passersby, also turned their heads, their eyes showing no recognition, no memory, and no direction.
Deep within Qin Yu's own sea of consciousness, the two characters "Qin Yu" began to be covered by gray mist. The anchor point between his name and his Fate Soul was pulled out inch by inch. His true name, title, causal name, and Fate Soul imprint vibrated simultaneously, like countless nails deeply embedded in the roots of existence being forcibly pulled out by the black stele.
This time, Qin Yu's expression truly turned solemn. Being stripped of his name meant that no supernatural power, cause and effect, or memory could continue to lock onto him. If the black stele was allowed to continue advancing, he would become an existence without a title, without a target, and without records; even his self-calling would become ineffective.
He suddenly raised his hand, and the phantom of the Book of Fate Law - The Realm Severing Origin Brush Unfolded in his sea of consciousness. The pages turned silently, and the Realm Severing Origin Brush Unfolded hung deep within his brow, not actually writing any words visible to the outside world, but instead placing a stroke at the very core of his Fate Soul. Qin Yu's voice was icy. "Naming can be taken away by heaven and earth, or it can be written by me."
With this stroke, he didn't write the two characters "Qin Yu," but instead etched an indelible primordial anchor point deep within his Fate Soul. Simultaneously, he activated [Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence · Six Severances Seal · Master Book Seal Severance · Naming Reconstruction],
The power of the Master Book Seal Severance spread out from the sea of consciousness. All the name fragments extracted by the black stele were not forcibly retrieved, but instead returned to their original positions around that original anchor point, forming an internal name that does not rely on external records, the cognition of others, or the causal register.
The black light from the black stele continued to press down, and the eight characters on the stele surface vibrated incessantly, trying to strip him from all the names and structures. However, the Fate Soul Anchor Point that Qin Yu had personally written remained unmoved, like a cold star nailed into the depths of silent solitude, refusing to disappear even as all the surrounding names collapsed.
The black monument trembled for the first time.
Qin Yu opened his eyes, blood already trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, but his Fate Soul was even more solidified. He didn't stop at a safe distance, but instead stepped towards the center of the formation. With each step, all the fragments of the Myriad Origins Compass reversed, and the aftershocks of the third layer of Setting Deconstruction and the fourth layer of Name Deprivation simultaneously pressed down on him.
The form of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword flickered between light and shadow, and its name appeared and disappeared within the array domain.
His aura was repeatedly dismantled and then reassembled. With the second step, the space within three zhang around the black stone tablet fell completely silent. All the illusory figures of passersby turned to look at him, but none of them remembered why they were looking. With the third step, Qin Yu stepped into the three-zhang range of the center of the formation.
The Nameless Abyss has fully unfolded.
The black stone tablet is no longer merely suspended; it is like the entrance to an abyss that permeates all narrative dimensions. Beneath it lies no ground, only an endless, sinking black void, into which all the halos, fortunes, legacies, titles, perspectives, and records that approach it are drawn.
Countless fragments of worlds within the array began to fade simultaneously, and the spinning sound of the Myriad Origins Compass deepened to Ultimate, as if the roots of all worlds were grinding away at some invisible axis. Qin Yu stood within three zhang of the monument, and all his "special" attributes were peeled away layer by layer.
His figure gradually became ordinary among the abandoned passersby. His robes were no longer conspicuous, his aura was no longer sharp, and his Fate Soul was suppressed to its weakest state. Yet his steps did not stop. He looked up at those eight characters, his eyes showing no anger or retreat, only a profound calmness.
He had reached the most dangerous edge of the formation. Ahead, the Nameless Abyss beneath the black monument slowly opened, and the next layer of suppression was about to descend.