A sudden, out-of-control scream ripped through the silence—"It's over, there's no escape!" The voice, like a crack trapped in solidified space, didn't travel far, but it exploded in everyone's hearts. The auras of dozens of the True Annihilation Realm cultivators simultaneously became chaotic. Their eyes swept back and forth, but they could no longer find any viable path. Some raised their hands to probe the void.
The moment their palms touched that invisible boundary, they were jolted back, their knuckles cracking. Some frantically activated their escape techniques, but their figures were pulled back to their original positions by an unseen force as soon as they became ethereal. Their magical power surged back, and a metallic taste gushed from their throats. Many others simply stood frozen in place, their faces pale, their minds in chaos. Even the thought of "where to escape" gradually crumbled. The entire palace seemed to be sealed inside a transparent crystal, and breathing became heavy and slow. Terror spread rapidly in silence.
Amidst the turmoil, Hua Yuening's gaze grew even colder. She ceased her attempts to probe the boundaries of space. With a gentle flick of her long sleeves, a supreme treasure, its entire body shimmering with a dark purple luster, appeared in her palm. Within the treasure, layers upon layers of swirling floral shadows could be faintly seen. Each flower, opening and closing, carried a sharp intent capable of tearing apart the laws of nature. She then flipped her other hand...
A slender, silk-like divine weapon appeared, its blade delicate yet not weak in the slightest. A hint of unreleased killing intent seemed to linger on its edge. At this moment, her aura became completely calm, and she resembled a cold flower standing quietly on the edge of a storm, calm yet deadly.
At the same instant, Chi Ninghua moved as well. A beam of azure-gold light shot out from her sleeve, transforming into an ancient wheel that hovered in front of her. The wheel was covered with dense patterns, like countless ancient causes and effects intertwined. With a flick of her finger, a long blade as heavy as a mountain slowly materialized.
A faint aura of chaos flowed along the back of the blade. She remained silent, focusing all her attention on Xuanling Divine Huang, suppressing her aura to its Limit, ready to unleash it at any moment.
High in the sky, Xuanling Divine Huang's figure slowly descended, its crystal wings fluttering slightly. The solidification of the surrounding space intensified once more. It did not rush to tear the group apart, but merely looked down, as if assessing the value of these trapped individuals. The next moment, its pupils suddenly lit up—its left eye blazed with golden light.
Like a blazing sun at its Ultimate, its right eye gleams with a cold, desolate silver light, like a frozen moon that freezes everything. Gold and silver intertwine before it, quickly coalescing into a colossal "Wheel of Judgment" that covers the entire palace.
The cycle turned silently, yet it rewrote the rules of heaven and earth in an instant. Xuan Ling's True and False Judgment descended, with golden light falling first.
Like the collapse of the heavens, it swept down, leaving no room for concealment, disguise, or clones. A cultivator who had been hiding his aura was instantly pulled from his main body, and several clones within him were torn apart like paper under the golden light.
Before even a scream could fully form, it vanished into nothingness. The protective illusion array around the other person was stripped away, and the layers of light curtains dissipated inch by inch under the golden light, revealing their true physical body and aura. Even the hidden injuries within their body that had not yet healed were completely exposed, and their aura collapsed on the spot.
The silver light followed closely behind, and wherever it covered, reality was denied.
A cultivator's arm rapidly became transparent in the silvery light, his flesh and bones simultaneously losing their "weight of existence." He frantically circulated his cultivation technique, but his spiritual power dissipated like mist. The divine weapon in his hand slipped from his grasp without making a sound, and even the process of "falling" became blurred. In the next instant, his entire being was like a piece of image that had been erased, fading away from the edges until it completely disappeared.
Gold and silver converge within the wheel, and the Wheel of Judgment unfolds fully.
Two beams of light simultaneously fell upon one person. Under the golden light, the cultivator's left half was crystal Ultimate, with even the finest details of his meridians visible. In contrast, his right half rapidly blurred in the silver light, his body twisting violently at its midline. Reality and illusion tore at each other within the same body.
He opened his mouth to roar, but could not utter a complete sound. In an instant, his whole body disintegrated into countless fragments, each piece jumping back and forth between "existence" and "disappearance" before finally being completely annihilated.
Fear reached its peak at this moment.
As the Wheel of Judgment crashed down, and the overwhelming might of Heaven collapsed, Hua Yuening moved swiftly. She neither retreated nor dodged, nor did she brazenly confront the supreme power of judgment. With a light flick of her slender fingers, the supreme treasure sealed in her palm suddenly erupted with a phenomenon that shook the heavens and earth. Endless dark purple light swept out from her palm, and countless dark purple night-blooming cereus flowers bloomed in Ultimate glory around her in an instant, spreading out into a magnificent phenomenon that covered all directions.
The myriad flower shadows are not physical objects of flesh and blood, but rather the embodiment of the ** Origin of Boundaries ** that spans the extremes of reality and illusion. Every petal and every wisp of floral mist is engraved with the supreme authority that severs truth from falsehood. Within the realm of profusion of flowers, the barriers between reality and illusion, truth and falsehood, are forcibly torn apart, creating a slender yet indelible dimensional rift, like a dark abyss cleaving the holy sky, distinct in layers and imposing inviolable.
The intense, blinding golden light of judgment swept in with overwhelming force, engulfing the entire field of vision. Hua Yuening's figure blurred and shifted strangely amidst the layers of dark purple flowers, as if she were in a misplaced space-time.
The boundary between reality and illusion was completely cleaved apart by the floral shadows. The illusory appearances, shackles of cause and effect, and imprints of destiny—all that could be locked by judgment and stripped away by the laws—were drawn in and intercepted by the sea of flowers. The power of judgment, capable of crushing all things, poured forth, crashing down upon the countless swirling, illusory floral shadows.
She was disintegrated and dissipated layer by layer. But her true self had already broken free from the fateful lock of the Wheel of Judgment, instantly reconstructing and solidifying itself in the gap between light and shadow. Her clothes fluttered lightly, her soul was unharmed, and she stood between the real and the illusory, calmly avoiding the absolute confinement of this fatal blow.
Chi Ninghua faced the overwhelming power of judgment with a completely different demeanor. The ancient wheel in front of her suddenly spun violently and roared, and nine ancient patterns that spanned the ages awakened one after another. Layers of vast and dark light burst forth, carrying with them the boundless aura of primordial chaos as they soared into the sky.
Layers upon layers of chaotic light curtains spread out around her, enveloping the surroundings like a dome. Mist surged, and the primordial energy was vast and boundless, displaying a magnificent and untamed spectacle. She neither conformed to reality nor succumbed to illusion, rejecting all established definitions, and actively dragged her soul and body into a chaotic intermediate state that was unnamed, undivided, and unconstrained.
Drifting outside the laws of truth and falsehood, suspended between the shackles of order, neither falling into extremes nor conforming to the fixed order. The chilling silver light of judgment crashed down, and the moment it touched the barrier of chaos, her entire figure instantly blurred and indistinct. Twisted ripples spread through the surrounding space, as if she had been forcibly pulled into a dimensional rift still in its infancy, its laws incomplete. Her outline became ethereal and indistinct, her tangible presence stripped away and weakened layer by layer.
Yet it remained condensed and unyielding, neither extinguished nor vanished. Immediately following, an even more intense golden light of judgment crushed the heavens once more, its overwhelming power suppressing all laws. Chi Ninghua gripped her long, cold blade tightly, its sharp edge carrying chaotic Dao light as it slashed horizontally, tearing through the sky with its force, the chilling blade light slicing through the holy radiance of the heavens.
The precise strike landed on the outer law nodes of the Wheel of Judgment. Instead of defending or dodging for survival, it forcefully interfered with the wheel's rhythmic rotation using brutal and domineering methods, shaking its closed loop of laws and disrupting the Wheel of Judgment's trajectory and order of judgment.
The two auras erupted simultaneously at this moment, and a crack appeared in the interwoven gold and silver light. Xuanling Divine Huang's pupils contracted slightly.
As Qin Yu walked to the other side of the main hall and steadily stepped towards the core area, a very subtle yet clear vibration suddenly came from the depths of his Fate Soul. This vibration was by no means an ordinary disturbance of energy; it was more like some invisible force that forcibly tore apart the inherent boundary between "truth" and "falsehood." It was a strange feedback of a boundary being forcibly torn apart, which could not be caused by the collision of energy of ordinary cultivators.
His steps abruptly halted within half a breath, his aura instantly solidified, his previously relaxed brows furrowed slightly, and the gentle light in his eyes suddenly focused, shedding all its casualness and leaving only Ultimate focus and sharpness.
Within his sea of consciousness, the causal network and Daoist structure that had just taken shape were fully unfolded at this moment. Thousands of laws trajectories flowed like a river of stars, and countless causal nodes intertwined and deduced rapidly in a single thought.
Those long-established causal trajectories and predetermined Daoist structures now came alive, rapidly circulating and colliding within his sea of consciousness. He precisely captured every subtle change in each trajectory. In a short while, he emerged from the myriad chaotic energies...
The source of the anomaly was pinpointed—it wasn't the work of a specific cultivator, but rather the lingering influence of the judgment between truth True and False Judgment still spreading and permeating the other side of the palace area. The power that tore apart the boundary between truth and falsehood was gradually eroding the surrounding legal order, causing the originally stable spatial laws and causal relationships to begin to show subtle cracks, with the situation showing signs of escalating.
Without hesitation, the space beneath his feet did not appear to tear apart, yet his figure had already left his original spot. He seemed to "glide" directly along a pre-existing causal path, his speed imperceptible, yet he traversed numerous palace barriers, rapidly approaching the battlefield.
At the same time, Xuanling Divine Huang had already turned his body.
Its gaze was no longer fixed on Hua Yuening and Chi Ninghua, but shifted slightly to the dozens of cultivators. A hint of "cleaning" appeared in its Ultimate cold pupils. It was not anger, nor killing intent, but more like the elimination of unnecessary variables.
The next instant, it gently shook its body, and countless crystalline feathers fell from its back.
At that moment, the entire space seemed as if a still snowfall was taking place.
Each feather shimmered with a grayish-white light, suspended in mid-air, neither falling nor making a sound. It was as if time had been artificially slowed down at that moment, and all the feathers remained suspended in the air at the same time. Their sheer number filled the entire palace, even the light was fragmented into tiny pieces.
Immediately afterwards, all the feathers vibrated simultaneously, without a whooshing sound or a trace, as they locked onto their target at the same time.
Transformed into countless annihilation arrows, Xuanling's Obliteration Feather Burial descended completely.
One cultivator was the first to notice the anomaly. He roared and summoned an ancient shield, its surface adorned with countless defensive Dao patterns, layered upon layered to their Ultimate, attempting to withstand the attack head-on. The next moment, an arrow arrived, lightly touching the shield's surface—there was no collision, no impact. That defensive artifact, capable of withstanding even the attacks of the True Annihilation Realm cultivator, remained untouched.
It "disappeared" directly at the point of contact, like a scene being erased. Then, the disappearance quickly spread, fading away along with the entire ancient shield.
Along with the cultivator's arm, then his shoulder, his chest—he opened his mouth to roar, but found that no sound could come out. He saw his body gradually dissipate before his eyes, and in the last instant, even the awareness that "he was disappearing" was stripped away.
The person completely disappeared.
On the other side, a cultivator frantically used escape techniques, leaping through space in an attempt to break free of the lock-on. However, the feathered arrow split in mid-air, multiplying into ten, then a hundred, with countless tiny light arrows simultaneously approaching from different dimensions.
No matter how he moved, some arrows always locked onto his "point of existence". The next instant, his figure was directly severed in a flash. His front half was still visible in space, but his back half had completely disappeared. Then, his entire body was wiped away as if by an eraser, leaving no trace.
In an instant, supernatural powers erupted within the palace, and dozens of cultivators attacked simultaneously.
Someone unleashed a Primordial Chaos-level magic weapon, a colossal chaotic tower shadow rising into the sky in an attempt to suppress the incoming arrows. The tower shadow had barely taken shape when it was pierced by dozens of arrows, parts of its structure vanished, and the entire structure collapsed instantly; someone else cast a causal protective spell...
Trying to detach itself from the chain of cause and effect and evade being locked on, the arrow pierced directly through a deeper "marker of existence," erasing even the cause and effect itself before it could take effect; others even condensed a protective barrier of all phenomena...
Thousands of laws were superimposed to form layers of defensive light screens. The light screens collapsed rapidly when the arrow touched them, and each layer of defense was "deleted" the moment of contact, leaving no room for resistance.
Lights shone and supernatural powers exploded, yet there was no real sound of resistance; all the attacks occurred in a strange "silence."
Then they vanished. In just a few breaths, more than ten cultivators disappeared completely, leaving no corpses, no breaths, and no remnants of souls.
Even the spot where they had just been stood seemed perfectly Emptiness, giving the surrounding cultivators a strange illusion for a moment—as if there had never been anyone there to begin with.
The remaining cultivators finally lost control completely.
Some roared and unleashed their inner power, forcibly expanding their protective domains; others frantically activated all their magical treasures to stack defenses; still others directly burned their Fate Soul, attempting to gain a sliver of hope. However, the feathered arrows still descended silently, gradually shearing away the boundaries of everything in their path. Even those who barely survived were severely injured in Fate Soul, their auras extremely chaotic.
One cultivator knelt on the ground, a large empty area on his chest, still struggling to maintain his existence; another had completely lost his arms, barely standing with only his remaining Fate Soul, his eyes filled with horror.
The entire palace was completely transformed into a deathly silence, while high in the sky, Xuanling Divine Huang gently folded his wings, his eyes regaining their cold indifference, as if everything that had just happened was merely a casual sweep.