Hua Yuening to the side, her robes swaying only slightly in the frozen space. She watched as Chi Ninghua was suppressed by the two judgments, her Fate Soul shattered. A cold smile slowly spread across her lips, her gaze like a blade, tracing the other's breath.
Her voice was low and slow, yet carried an undisguised sharpness. "Chi Ninghua, you've been watching me all this way, thinking you could get a piece of the pie from me?" She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp as needles, and continued in a low voice, "Now do you see clearly? What you've been targeting has always been a dead end."
Chi Ninghua's existence was severed by the "Silent Flower - Final Burial Boundary Severing" technique, causing her chest to collapse. However, she forcefully stabilized herself, the blood still visible on her lips, and her eyes became even more piercing.
She stepped forward, the roulette wheel beneath her feet vibrating violently, pressing the swaying destiny order back into place. Her voice, filled with icy anger, lashed out. "Hua Yuening, you only dare to act in situations like this. If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, do you dare?"
Hua Yuening chuckled softly, her smile devoid of warmth, more like a layer of frost covering the air. Her fingertips twitched slightly, and the slender sword resonated faintly. "The outcome of the battle is clear. You won't live to see that moment, so further words are useless." Before her words faded, the Xuanling Divine Huang moved once more high in the sky.
It seemed completely uninterested in this confrontation between humans, not even giving it a second glance. Its eyes merely swept coldly over Chi Ninghua's aura before its wings fluttered slightly.
With this tremor, the heavens and earth were utterly silent, and Xuanling's Obliteration Feather Burial descended once more.
Countless crystalline feathers detached from its massive body, like a silent white storm, densely suspended in mid-air. Each feather carried a very faint grayish-white luster, within which faint traces of an annihilated existence could be seen. These traces were not visible, yet they instinctively evoked an indescribable sense of emptiness.
The next instant, all the feathers in the sky froze, as if calibrated by an invisible hand, locking onto a single target— Chi Ninghua. Without a sharp whistling sound, without a visible flight path, and without even the slightest energy fluctuation, the feathers suddenly fell.
There was no "process," no "aiming," no "shuttle," only the predetermined result of "hitting," which was established directly and without any suspense, just like an iron law engraved by the laws of heaven and earth, instantly enveloping Chi Ninghua, leaving her with no way to avoid it or escape it.
Chi Ninghua's pupils suddenly contracted. She clearly sensed that power—it wasn't an attack, but the arrival of a "deletion permission." Even her own Fate Soul structure was shaken in an instant. She had no way out and no time to think. At this moment, the remaining source within her body was detonated without reservation.
She gave a low, resolute shout, her voice trembling with a tearing determination—"Stop it—!"
The next moment, she directly summoned her natal Primordial Supreme Treasure —an ancient bell—which slowly manifested from within her body.
The ancient bell lacked any dazzling luster; its entire body was an ancient, Ultimate -gray hue. The bell's surface was covered with fine cracks, and within each crack flowed an extremely faint trace of golden light, as if some ancient law had been forcibly sealed within.
The bell is covered with ancient seal script that is difficult to decipher. Each rune seems to flow slowly, as if recording the rise and Annihilation of an era.
The strangest thing is that the bell has no sound; the moment it appears, all other sounds around it completely disappear.
Even the flow of time seemed to be pressed into stillness.
Chi Ninghua suddenly lifted the ancient bell with both hands, frantically pouring her Fate Soul force into it. The entire bell vibrated slowly at this moment. There was no bell ringing, but an invisible "boundary-stabilizing power" suddenly spread out.
The first arrow struck her left shoulder, and her existence began to be erased. At that very moment, the ancient bell trembled.
An extremely subtle ripple spread from inside the clock, like a "boundary" that re-fixed her existence. The erased part did not recover, but stopped dissipating, as if it had been forcibly pressed onto a boundary that could not be erased any further.
Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, and dozens of arrows fell simultaneously, and she was almost engulfed by the white light, causing the bell to tremble violently.
The bones in her arms made a faint cracking sound, her Fate Soul was being torn apart frantically, and her body trembled back and forth between dissipating inch by inch and being forcibly "frozen" inch by inch. Each fluctuation was like being repeatedly erased and forcibly written back by the world.
Blood continued to trickle from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes grew increasingly fierce; she was using this ancient bell to forcefully "prove that she still existed."
She did not choose to resist the force capable of erasing her existence, nor did she try to avoid being "deleted." It was in the instant before she was about to be completely erased by the laws and her traces of existence began to dissipate that...
Using the soul as a pen and the Dao as ink, one can write a completely new path for one's existence in the void.
Without forceful confrontation or fierce clashes, relying solely on a profound understanding of the essence of the Great Dao, Existence Anchoring inch by inch, thread by thread, within the gaps that have been erased.
Every wisp of fading energy, every strand of Daoist essence on the verge of extinction, was drawn and reshaped by him with invisible power, completing the logical loop of his existence.
Those parts deemed "deletable" or "erasable" by the laws were skillfully stripped away, while the core of her true self remained intact in this rewritten path; the trajectory of existence, originally on the verge of breaking, was reconnected and solidified, even as the deleting power of the laws continued to crush it.
In every moment before she is about to be completely erased, she can rewrite a new path to existence for herself, allowing "existence" itself to transcend the judgment of laws, always hovering on the edge of being completely deleted, yet never truly disappearing.
The countless Feather Burial arrows hovered in place, frozen for the first time since their creation. It was not shattered by external force, nor was the magic itself destroyed, but rather the erasure authority they carried suddenly broke down, completely losing the logical continuity of their continuous erasure.
The causal chain of deletion was abruptly severed at this moment. The progressively advancing laws of erasure lost their driving force, and the originally irreversible process of elimination was forced to stop. The sharp and lifeless arrow was trapped between "hitting" and "erasing," unable to advance any further.
Seizing this fleeting moment of opportunity, Chi Ninghua took a sudden step forward, her entire being almost dragging its crippled structure forward.
She forcibly retracted the ancient bell into her body, and its aura collapsed once again. Without pausing, she raised her right hand and unleashed a broken yet still sharp divine power, its target not the Xuanling Divine Huang form, but rather the passage behind it that was not yet completely sealed off.
Space was briefly torn apart by that attack, and her figure almost "fell" into the rift.
The next moment, she vanished, leaving only a faint trace of her aura. Xuanling Divine Huang's arrow missed its mark the instant she disappeared, and the space closed again, returning the area to its deathly silence.
Hua Yuening stood still, her gaze coldly fixed on the passageway, the smile on her lips vanished.
In that instant, Xuanling Divine Huang erupted in utter fury. Its massive body slammed down, causing the entire palace space to tremble violently. For the first time, its cold pupils flickered with emotion, as if some fundamental rule that had been violated was forcefully surging within it.
It clearly sensed that the secret passage should have been under its control, but Chi Ninghua had forcibly entered it with her shattered Fate Soul. This "transgression" directly touched its fundamental control.
A furious roar exploded outwards.
The sound did not travel through the air, but instead tore through the structure of space, transforming into an invisible ripple that swept across all directions. Fine cracks appeared on the palace walls, the remaining laws were instantly shattered, and all the stagnant light broke apart at that moment.
Xuanling Divine Huang did not linger any longer, and suddenly flapped its wings.
The next instant, his entire body suddenly exploded into a stream of light that tore through dimensions, violently and ruthlessly crashing into the depths of the secret passage.
Behind them, the continuous space collapsed and was reconstructed in an instant. Layer upon layer of dimensional barriers were crushed and then stitched back together. Even the fundamental concept of "path of travel" was forcibly compressed and folded by Ultimate brute force.
Its speed has long transcended the constraints of distance and time, no longer measured by distance, but solely by the existence or extinction of its target. All things in the world have their own paths of pursuit, but its pursuit is anchored only to that wisp of remaining trace of existence that has fallen into the world and has not yet been completely annihilated. It presses on relentlessly, chasing after it without letting go of even the slightest trace of its disappearance.
On the other side, Hua Yuening's expression changed slightly at this moment.
She completely ignored the raging, overwhelming malevolent energy emanating from Xuanling Divine Huang behind her, her gaze fixed on the deep, dark passage ahead.
In the blink of an eye, a faint and mysterious fluctuation emanated from the depths of the passage, which she precisely detected. That aura was entirely different from ordinary spiritual treasures or ancient artifacts; its foundation was vast and profound, exuding an ancient and silent primordial energy.
In essence, it is a root structure that has not yet fully awakened and has not yet fully manifested in the world. Such a supreme creation is rooted in the origin of the Great Dao, surpassing all opportunities and chances, and is by no means comparable to ordinary secret realm creations or worldly treasures.
Her judgment was extremely quick; Xuanling Divine Huang's uncontrolled pursuit meant that the secret passage must contain some kind of Primordial Dao Supreme Treasure.
The next moment, her eyes turned completely cold, without hesitation.
With a flash, the space around her suddenly contracted, and she transformed into an extremely thin streak, following closely behind Xuanling Divine Huang, directly rushing into the secret passage. Her robes swept through the air without leaving any sound, leaving only an almost imperceptible trace of her aura.
Just moments after her figure disappeared, a figure slowly descended into the palace— Qin Yu.
The moment he stepped in, the remaining laws of the entire space paused slightly. The traces of the "True and False Judgment" and "Obliteration Feather Burial" that had not yet completely dissipated formed a very faint offset around him, as if they had been rearranged by some higher-level logic.
His gaze swept lightly across the surroundings without lingering; he had already seen the figure that was about to disappear.
Hua Yuening. That robe left a very brief trace in his sight.
"The Hua Lineage..." Qin Yu said in a low voice, his voice very soft, yet carrying a hint of coldness that was hard to decipher.
The next instant, without moving an inch, he vanished from the spot.
Three solitary figures, one after the other, disappeared into the darkness, vanishing completely into the deep, dark heart of the ancient palace.