In that instant, the domain of light completely contracted. The causal web that had spread across endless dimensions ceased its outward expansion, returning to the illusory figure like a receding tide. Thousands of threads intertwined and converged in the void, ultimately gathering at the slowly pulsating dark gold core in the center. The structure of the entire space changed accordingly.
The outline of the main hall no longer exists; in its place is a realm entirely composed of cause and effect, with no boundaries or directions in any direction, only layers upon layers of overlapping trajectories of fate flowing slowly.
Qin Yu stood within this domain of cause and effect, without making any moves or entertaining any distracting thoughts. His Fate Soul naturally stretched out and opened, merging and connecting with the entire vast domain, achieving the purest primal contact.
He clearly sensed that the meaning carried by the thousands of light threads had long transcended the constraints of superficial cause and effect, concealing a more profound original structure. This world gathered the past, present, and future timelines together, condensing them into the same void.
All actions and events lose their order and sequence, all outcomes fade into insignificance, and the moment any change arises, it has already reached its end.
At that very moment, the giant cocoon, formed by countless intertwined threads, trembled slightly. Its outer structure gradually loosened, and a more condensed phantom emerged from its core. This phantom had no flesh or blood, no facial features, and not even a fixed outline; it was merely an outline woven from countless lines of cause and effect.
The frequency of the dark golden core at the center suddenly increased. With each vibration, countless trajectories in the entire domain of cause and effect underwent subtle changes at the same time, as if countless destinies were being rearranged at this moment.
A will slowly descended, silent, yet it entered the deepest part of Qin Yu's consciousness. "Those who can reach this point have already transcended the ordinary path."
That vast will, devoid of pressure or overwhelming force, exuded an undeniable authenticity. It imposed no constraints or trials on Qin Yu, but simply quietly revealed the true nature of the world. This message needed no words to convey it; it manifested slowly through the source of cause and effect, directly reaching the perception of his soul, allowing Qin Yu to thoroughly understand its profound meaning.
"The Myriad Causes Great Annihilation Array strips away all external conditions for its existence." "Only those who can remain true to their essence within it can bear the weight of cause and effect."
The realm of cause and effect trembled slightly at this moment, and countless threads of cause and effect shone with a luminous glow. Thousands of laws broke free from their static constraints and slowly flowed and surged. Countless past karmic connections and future changes intertwined and overlapped in an instant, unfolding before our eyes.
The core of Qin Yu's Core of the Fate Soul resonated and trembled in response, revealing all his experiences, choices, and countless uncertain possibilities that had yet to materialize.
He saw how each of his past decisions guided subsequent changes, how the paths he hadn't chosen extended into completely different outcomes in another possibility, and he saw that the end of all his battles was not the result, but a new beginning, with every cause and effect extending infinitely and converging in another place.
The scenes that filled the sky transcended the ordinary appearance of chronological reversal, quietly existing in the form of the primordial structure. Qin Yu's consciousness sank accordingly, falling into a deeper, more primordial level of this world.
Cause and effect are no longer "occurrences," but "existences." The phantom trembled again, and its will continued to descend.
"Cause and effect are not governed by time." "Time is merely its surface." "To cling to the past and the future is to remain at the level of appearances." "Only those who see its root can enter its realm."
As soon as the words fell, the entire space suddenly compressed, and all the threads tightened at the same moment. Qin Yu's Fate Soul was pulled directly into the deepest structure, where there was no light, no darkness, no division of space and time, only an indescribable underlying structure slowly operating.
That is the most primitive form of cause and effect, which does not exist in sequence, is not defined by direction, and is not carried by any known rules.
At this moment, Qin Yu's consciousness fully expanded and opened up, letting go of the limitations of his ego-based perception, and calmly merging into this primordial structure. He did not trace the past, nor judge the myriad forms, allowing his Fate Soul to merge and intertwine with it, achieving the purest and most direct embrace of the primordial source.
In that instant, all the original causal chains within his body broke, only to be regenerated in a different way the next moment.
Lines no longer exist. Nets no longer exist. In their place is a structure of "fields".
Within him, causality no longer depends on paths, but exists in all dimensions in a directionless and disorderless state.
This change occurred without a dramatic eruption or a thunderous roar, yet it fundamentally altered his Fate Soul.
When this process reached its Ultimate, the dark gold core trembled again, and the entire domain of cause and effect began to retract. All unfolding trajectories returned to their positions at the same instant, and all possible splits converged simultaneously. Qin Yu's consciousness was brought back to the reality plane.
The field of light returned to calm.
The illusory figure gradually receded, returning to the giant cocoon formed by countless intertwined threads, and the last wisp of will slowly descended.
"You have entered this path." "Where you go is up to you."
The light gradually dimmed, the web of cause and effect disappeared again, and the supreme treasure floated quietly in front of Qin Yu, all fluctuations subsided.
Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes.
He did not release any aura or display any unusual phenomena, but around him, the entire causal structure had subtly changed. Everything remained in its original place, and all the rules were still in operation, but subtle shifts had occurred in deeper dimensions.
He didn't touch the treasure; he simply stood there quietly. Then, he lifted his foot and slowly walked forward.
The treasure at the very center of the suspended light domain completely stabilized the moment Qin Yu approached. The previously scattered causal light traces converged and condensed, slowly collapsing and sinking inward. All the unresolved trajectories of fate settled into order, and all the uncertain paths ahead merged into Return to One at this moment.
Qin Yu didn't even raise his hand to touch it, yet the treasure already sensed it and responded first. The treasure silently disintegrated, without any cracking sound or power surge, transforming entirely into an intangible Formless sense of belonging to its origin. Following the deepest and most hidden veins of space, it silently spread, layer by layer, directly merging into the depths of Qin Yu's Fate Soul.
At that moment, his sea of consciousness suddenly trembled, and all the external structures of the Book of Fate Law and the Realm Severing Origin Brush vanished. The pages stopped turning, the brush tip disappeared, and all traces of "use" were completely erased.
Instead, an extremely profound mark slowly condensed at the very core of his Fate Soul. The mark had no shape, no light or shadow, but only presented an indescribable sense of existence in the deepest part of his soul— the Seal of Return to the Abyss.
He no longer needed to "take out" weapons; he himself was the sole source of writing.
An extremely subtle fluctuation spread out from his body, causing a brief pause in the laws of space, as if the entire world was waiting for his next thought. Qin Yu did not deliberately circulate his power, but his gaze narrowed slightly, and he made an extremely simple judgment in his mind—a wisp of causal remnant in front of him that had not yet dissipated disintegrated on its own, without even leaving any trace of the "disintegration" process.
The proposition of existence naturally holds true at this moment. He neither spoke it aloud nor wrote it down; it was simply a matter of perception that caused reality to change.
Immediately afterwards, another layer of change unfolded at a deeper level. The space beneath Qin Yu's feet slightly distorted, and a very faint outline silently appeared around him. It was not an expansion of the domain, nor did it have any boundary lines, yet it caused a change in the ownership of the entire space.
Air, light and shadow, residual laws, and even traces of arrays that had not completely dissipated were all reclassified at this moment. They no longer belonged to the original world structure, but were incorporated into a new order.
The Return to the Abyss Domain already exists, without needing to be elaborated upon.
The remaining forces were neither suppressed nor resisted; they simply disintegrated and dissipated upon entering this area, being absorbed into the deeper void, like falling into a bottomless abyss with no return.
As Qin Yu's gaze fell further into the distance, he locked onto a wisp of the array's core afterimage that had not yet completely disappeared with a thought. The afterimage, which originally still had the potential to recombine, vanished completely in the next moment. There was no explosion, no annihilation, it was simply removed from the "possibility of existence".
The Conceptual Convergence was completed at that moment, and in that instant, the entire hall fell completely silent, all power returning to stillness.
Qin Yu stood still, without emitting any outward aura, yet his existence had fundamentally changed. He no longer needed to rely on any external objects to influence reality, nor did he depend on any legal principles to support himself; every thought of his possessed the ability to directly fall into the definition of the underlying reality.
After a moment, he slowly turned around.
The light from the main hall had completely faded, and the once magnificent structure had returned to its original form, as if nothing had ever happened. Qin Yu did not linger; he walked steadily outwards, his long robes swaying gently, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the hall's doors, heading towards another direction deeper into the ancient castle.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, the gates of an ancient palace slowly opened, revealing a deep and silent space filled with a soft, ethereal light. Hua Yuening stepped inside first, her steps steady, her aura cold, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings without any hesitation.
The moment she entered the hall, a presence followed closely behind. Chi Ninghua stepped in from outside, her robes fluttering slightly, her gaze fixed directly ahead.
The two stopped simultaneously, and the air became tense at that moment.
Hua Yuening slowly turned her head, a cold glint in her eyes, her voice low and clear. "Chi Ninghua, you're keeping up quite closely."
Chi Ninghua's lips curled slightly, her expression unwavering, her tone sharp. "This castle doesn't belong to your Hua Lineage. Do I need your permission to go wherever I want?"