Origin Destroyer · Sever the Void in a Single Thought

The world lost its color, and an Ultimate profound beam of light burst forth from the Silent Origin Fragment, like a reincarnation rift piercing through the very origin of an era.

Before Ming Tong could react, she was engulfed by the light, along with the figures of the four elders, and vanished, leaving only half a pile of scorched earth and the lingering silence in the wind.

The next moment.

The world suddenly changed, and the light vanished.

Ming Tong and the others appeared together on a desolate yet eerie land.

This is the deeper part of the Silent Sorrow Ancient Soul Forest —the "Soul-Severing Depths," a place never fully recorded by the Ming Clan.

However, what we see before us is far beyond what ordinary ancient forests can be compared to.

This is a terrifying realm dominated by enormous tree shadows. The entire space seems to have been corrupted by some lingering "Soul Nightmare Will," with twisted vines creeping from the ground like living things, clinging to dried soul blood and charred bones.

The sky seemed like tattered cloth, with countless dead branches forming a false firmament hanging high above. What peeked through the gaps was not sunlight, but streaks of ghostly light flowing like poison.

At the very core, an enormous, extremely distorted manifestation of the Soul Tree stood atop the ancient platform.

That wasn't a real tree.

It appears to be pieced together from the remains of millions of fallen souls, Soul Rend crystals, and broken soul branches. Its roots, like tendrils, entwine the void, and its branches expose rough bone. The entire "tree" pulsates extremely slowly, as if breathing, muttering in a dream, or waiting for some kind of life to awaken.

At the center of the tree trunk was a huge soul mask that looked like a human face. The face was ferocious, and the eyes were closed, as if it were sleeping or roaring.

"Where... is this place?" Ming Yin stepped on the ground, it emitted a faint groan, as if he were stepping on some kind of spirit.

Ming Er stared coldly at the shadow of the Soul Tree and said in a low voice, "It doesn't seem to have formed naturally... more like... the overflowing entity of some kind of soul-devouring restriction from the previous era."

Ming Tong stared intently at the soul face at the core of the Soul Tree, his brow furrowed deeply.

She sensed an extremely dangerous "soul resonance," as if within that soul surface lay a consciousness far more ancient and terrifying than the previous Relic Curse Skeleton Saint.

"This is not hell," she said softly, "But it is certainly not a place for the living."

Ming Zhi suddenly murmured, "Like... the incarnation of the Soul Tree... Do you remember a kind of remnant entity recorded in the ancient scrolls of the Soul Ming Clan? A forbidden existence called the 'Nether Soul Tree Spirit'?"

Ming Luo's expression darkened, and he nodded. "Legend has it that this is one of the most ominous beings in the Ancient Soul Battlefield, impossible to kill, only to be sealed... If this is truly the 'Shadow Tree Spirit,' we might already be..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly trembled.

"Boom--"

The "Soul Tree Incarnation" slowly opened the eyes on its soul-like face.

It had no eyes, only two unfathomable black holes, swallowing all gazes upon it like an eternal night. In an instant, the colors of the world suddenly turned dark gray-purple, and the soul seemed to be pulled out of the body by some force.

A whisper, not of this world, rang in everyone's ears:

"Return to... the shadows... return the root of my broken soul..."

The voice was ancient and indistinct, as if it had traversed countless ages and reincarnations, forcibly pouring into the depths of their consciousness from the other side of the Soul Realm.

In that instant, a chill ran down everyone's spine.

The air seemed dead. Time, of course, ceased to exist.

The eyes of the "Soul Tree Incarnation" opened completely. In the dark abyss, there were no whites of the eyes, no pupils, only a constantly rotating gray-purple soul vortex.

It neither roared nor moved.

But the next moment, the earth and sky shook violently.

"Click... click... click--"

Suddenly, dozens of dark, deep cracks appeared on the ground, and countless pitch-black, semi-transparent tentacle-like roots shot out from the ground like ghosts, sweeping wildly!

"Retreat!"

With a low shout, Ming Tong unleashed his soul power, forcefully condensing a soul light shield that instantly blasted everyone away.

The next instant, those roots suddenly coiled around the spot where she had just been, like hungry ghosts gnawing at bones. A piercing corrosive sound was heard, and the ground collapsed several feet deep, completely devouring even her soul energy.

Ming Luo's expression changed drastically. "These are not ordinary vines... They can... devour the essence of a soul?!"

Ming Yin coldly rebuked, "It's [Soul-Severing Roots]! This technique was erased from the forbidden scriptures of the Soul Ming Clan long ago! How can it still exist in the world?"

The tendrils did not stop; instead, they sensed the fluctuations of soul power as if they were alive and began to hunt down the five people. Each tendril could grow to a hundred feet long, curved like a snake, twisted like an insect, and its surface was covered with dense soul language cracks.

"Break!"

Ming Zhi roared, and three layers of soul wheels emerged from his palm. His two fingers were like blades, and his soul power condensed into a bluish-gray slash. With a single move, [Soul-Judging Silent Light Slash], he severed two roots in an instant.

But before he could catch his breath, the severed roots rapidly regenerated in mid-air and attacked again, three times faster than before!

Ming Tong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sealed remnant of the Soul Flag reappeared in her palm. At this moment, she did not fully unfold it, but only used the power of sealing to set up a domain to suppress it.

"I'll take control of the situation. The four of you set up the formation and force out its true will!"

"Clear!"

Ming Er immediately took a step, and an eight-soul square formation appeared beneath his feet. The four elders simultaneously moved to the corners of the formation and joined forces to condense a rotating spiritual domain that gathered soul techniques.

The soul pressure surged across the entire battlefield!

Just as they were preparing to launch a counterattack, the Shadow Soul Tree suddenly trembled violently.

"Thump--!"

On its soul face, a third soul eye suddenly opened.

That was not the eye of sight, but a sealed pupil imprinted with blood-red soul patterns.

"They're here!"

Ming Yin cried out, "Be careful! It's about to unleash a soul curse!"

Almost instantly, a gray-red soul mist spread out from the tree, like a tide, engulfing heaven and earth.

This is not mist, but a manifestation of an ancient Soul Arts— [Body-Inhabiting Soul Curse]!

--Forcibly implanted into the enemy's body, seizing their five senses, disturbing their mind, and altering their soul, ultimately causing them to see their comrades as enemies and their enemies as friends!

"Quickly stabilize your spirit! Do not resonate with the soul incantation!"

Ming Zhi roared, but his pupils suddenly contracted. He saw a hint of crimson in Ming Luo's eyes, and he was unconsciously... attacking Ming Yin!

"Hey! Are you crazy?!"

Ming Yin roared in anger, he raised his arm to block, but a soul claw grazed past him, nearly tearing his left arm apart!

"I... I didn't mean to... I saw that you were... the core of that Soul Tree..."

Ming Luo trembled all over, clearly indicating that the Soul Curse had partially invaded his sea of consciousness!

Ming Tong's eyes were icy cold. She suddenly raised her hand, and the Suppressing Soul Domain crashed down, instantly suppressing Ming Luo into the Soul Realm and forcibly severing the source of the curse.

"The Body-Inhabiting Soul Curse has entered my consciousness! We cannot prolong this battle! We must end this quickly!"

After saying that, the phantom of the Soul Flag behind her unfolded again, and a strand of golden thread that suppressed the soul flew out from the flag, piercing straight towards the third soul eye on the soul face in the center of the Soul Tree!

At that moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed again.

The Soul Tree hummed softly, and hundreds of Soul-Severing Roots burst forth, rushing towards the five people like an army of death!

This is no ordinary battle, but --

A struggle of exploitation and devouring between souls.

"Boom!!"

In the center of the battlefield where soul pressures intertwined, Ming Tong waved her flag to forcefully sever the Soul Eye, while Ming Yin and the others held the four corners of the formation. The Shadow Soul Tree roared angrily, and its Soul-Severing Roots transformed into a curtain covering the sky in mid-air, as if the world was about to collapse!

Just as all of this was about to Threshold—

The heavens trembled.

Deep in the sky, an unusual soul array fluctuation suddenly appeared. It was not a spell created during battle, but a high-level teleportation remnant, silent and still, yet seemingly tearing open the deepest spatial rift between heaven and earth.

Rumble--

Five soul shadows slowly emerged from the void.

It wasn't a fall, but rather like being slowly "released" from a higher dimension, stepping into the sky above this battlefield.

Their figures weren't flashy, yet they were incredibly imposing.

The leader, dressed in black robes with black hair, had an indifferent expression and eyes as still as an abyss. There were no Soul Seal beneath his feet, nor any soul light around him, yet he caused every soul aura in the entire Soul-Severing Depths to tremble slightly.

--Qin Yu.

Beside him, a white-robed youth named Leihen appeared, his expression alert; on the other side was a stunningly beautiful woman in plain clothes, her eyes as white as snow, like a fairy lotus emerging from the depths of her soul.

Not far behind, both Ming Ye and Ming Kong had solemn expressions, with traces of soul array runes still remaining at their feet.

The five of them appeared silently in the sky, like gods judging the world, or destiny guides returning from another world.

This moment.

The entire battlefield fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

It wasn't just Ming Tong and the four elders.

Even the rampaging and roaring Shadow Soul Tree stopped all its attacks in an instant.

All the Soul-Severing Roots, soul-curse smoke, and soul-branch tentacles froze in mid-air, as if time had been forcibly frozen by some kind of will!

"That is..."

Ming Er's pupils constricted, and he whispered, "... Qin Yu?!"

Ming Luo was even more shocked. "Weren't they scattered by the ancient array? How could they suddenly..."

Ming Yin said in a deep voice, "This teleportation trajectory wasn't generated naturally; it was guided by some kind of high-level soul array... They were actively sent here by some force."

Ming Tong looked up at the sky, her gaze lingering on Qin Yu for a long time. A complex emotion, never before revealed to any other prodigy, flickered deep within her eyes.

"As expected... the source of the soul's transformation... is still him."

But what truly shocked everyone was --

The Shadow Soul Tree even raised its head!

Its Nightmare Construct soul face slowly rose, and its three soul eyes opened simultaneously, their gaze piercing through the fluctuations of soul energy as they stared at Qin Yu and his group of five.

At that moment, Qian Ruishan was suddenly startled, sensing an extremely cold and ancient soul consciousness trying to probe into her soul.

But just as it touched--

He was instantly frozen by some kind of icy soul power within her and was forced back!

Zhou Yu also felt a slight movement of his soul power. The soul tree seemed to sense the presence of his thunder soul, but it did not perceive it deeply.

Only...

When the soul tree's consciousness attempted to probe Qin Yu's soul...

The entire Soul Tree trembled violently!

"!!"

Its third soul eye went out in an instant!

--Undetectable.

--Cannot be constructed.

--Nowhere to land.

It saw a void, an existence that could not be named or defined, an emptiness without a soul or a source of existence.

The Soul Tree retreated slightly, its roots automatically retracting, and a kind of soul fear—unseen for thousands of years—slowly rose from its depths.

Ming Tong observed this, her gaze deep and thoughtful.

"It seems... even it cannot see into your soul."

Qin Yu, with a calm gaze, landed slowly.

He uttered a sentence softly:

"It seems... it's my turn now."

In the Soul-Severing Depths, all things stand still.

Qin Yu strode forward, causing the Shadow Soul Tree to twist and thrash wildly, its soul roots dancing erratically, and its soul eyes gushing blood. The once cold, aloof, and arrogant "Lord of Soul Severance," who had toyed with the Ming Clan like insects, was now—

For the first time, a tremor ran through me.

Its soul consciousness fluctuated violently; it sensed something... that shouldn't exist in this world.

That kind of existence does not belong to Soul Arts, laws, destiny, or supernatural powers, nor does it belong to any echo of a previous era.

It belongs "outside the source," and "above the logic of destruction."

Just as Qin Yu slowly raised his hand—

The sword appeared.

It's not a summons, but a response.

In his palm, a wisp of extremely dark light tore through space like a thread, and silently, a sword with no light on its body, no shape on its blade, and a sword intent as empty as the void itself, slowly emerged from the void.

The World Extinguisher Divine Sword - Origin Destroyer.

It was entirely black, seemingly swallowing light rather than reflecting it. The blade's edge, if not seen, seemed to have never existed. Only the few points of eerie purple starlight on the hilt silently proclaimed the abyss from which it came.

And at the very moment this sword fully appeared in the world—

The soul surface of the Soul Tree twisted violently!

"Hiss! Aaaaaaah--!!"

It emitted a piercing scream that could not be described in the language of spirits!

That wasn't anger, it wasn't provocation, it wasn't even a struggle—

Rather... it was fear.

A bone-chilling, tearing fear that rips apart one's very consciousness, an unconcealable terror!

It wanted to escape.

It's trying to escape!

Its countless roots suddenly curled back, tearing a crack from the Soul-Severing Depths, attempting to escape into the Ancient Soul Root System and forcibly leave this world!

But it was too late.

Qin Yu moved his right hand slightly, and the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword floated in front of his palm.

He softly uttered four words:

"Sever the Void in a Single Thought."

In an instant, the world fell silent.

There was no Sword Qi.

There was no fluctuation.

In that instant, not even the wind blew.

But everyone witnessed something incomprehensible—

The Soul Tree suddenly... disappeared.

It was not destroyed, not severed, not defeated.

Instead--

It "never existed" in the world.

Its roots, its spirit, its spirit energy, its spells, its traces, and even the "entire process" of its appearance here, its battles with the people, and the panic and attacks it caused—

They were all erased from the "imagination".

Ming Tong suddenly felt a void before her eyes and was unable to react for a moment.

Ming Yin and the others were all horrified, their souls trembling violently, yet they were speechless.

"Were we fighting just now?"

"... Why can't I remember what my opponent looks like?"

"Where's the soul pressure? Where are the wounds?"

"What... exactly did we kill?"

Only a faint spatial distortion mark remaining on the ground seemed to offer a subtle hint:

There once was a thought that 'the possibility of existence'.

But it was broken.

The Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword - First Form:

[Sever the Void in a Single Thought],

It must be permanently eradicated from "the logic by which the world allows its existence".

Qin Yu sheathed his sword, his expression calm, as if it were nothing more than a meaningless dust removal.

He said calmly:

This thing doesn't deserve the chance to be remembered.

--The sword returns to nothingness.

--The Soul Tree no longer exists.

In the quiet Soul-Severing Depths, everyone remained silent for a long time.

They weren't even sure if a battle had just taken place.

Ming Yin turned to look at Ming Luo, only to find that the other's eyes still held a lingering dazed light, as if a memory had been forcibly stripped away from the depths of his soul.

"Just now..." Ming Zhi's throat moved slightly, and the words he uttered seemed to come from a parched land, "What... kind of sword was that?"

"It is not within the Soul Path, does not belong to the weapon system, and shows no signs of forging..."

But I...

"... I almost lost my soul after just one glance."

Ming Yin a low voice, "That's not because you're weak."

"It shouldn't have been seen by you at all."

Ming Er spoke in a deep voice, looking up at the sword mark in Qin Yu's hand that had disappeared from reality and returned to the void. The sword mark had not disappeared, but it had not been left behind either.

Like an afterimage, like a scar, or like a crack that once cleaved the world.

"That sword strike..." he said in a deep voice, "Was not about 'destroying the enemy'."

"Instead—it eliminated the possibility of us remembering the enemy."

Everyone fell silent.

They finally realized that the essence of that sword was far beyond anything they knew of that could be compared to any "Soul Weapon," "Realm Artifact," or "Silent Origin Weapon."

It is not a weapon for combat.

It is the Ultimate conceptual body used to define elimination.

At this moment, Ming Tong slowly spoke.

She saw everything most clearly from beginning to end, and felt the strongest primal tremor. Looking at Qin Yu, her gaze no longer held the previous coldness and pressure, but instead carried a caution and scrutiny she had never shown to any junior.

She slowly uttered a sentence:

That sword should not exist in this world.

Everyone was shocked.

Ming Tong continued:

"It is something that existed before 'existence was permitted'."

"It is the origin of negation, which is older than 'existence'..."

She paused, then said softly:

"If one day we attract a real calamity from beyond the realm... I think that sword strike might be able to 'prevent the calamity from ever happening'."

Everyone fell silent again.

At that moment, Qin Yu stood not far away, his gaze calm, revealing no pride, intimidation, or killing intent.

He acted as if he were merely using a sword, then putting it away.

But everyone knows in their hearts--

That's not because he borrowed a powerful weapon.

It was that sword that chose to strike only for him.

Qian Ruishan silently gazed at him, her fingertips twitching slightly. Deep within her Soul Sea, her awakened Second Soul, the Icy Cold Pierces the Realm Soul, trembled for a moment, as if sensing some higher-dimensional power resonating with her Fate Soul.

She suddenly understood.

Qin Yu's true path extends far beyond what the Profound Path and the Soul Path can reach.

That is...

Beyond the Source Realm, lies the sole path to domination.

After the Soul Tree Annihilation, the entire Soul-Severing Depths seemed to loosen as well.

The tangled, winding tendrils of death that had shrouded the sky began to slowly recede from the heavens.

Beneath the corroded earth, a trace of its original appearance, long hidden, is faintly emerging.

Qin Yu walked forward slowly, glanced around, and said calmly:

"This place... is not merely a prison that seals the tree spirit."

"It's a shell... covering something else."

Ming Tong's eyes widened, and she immediately bent down halfway, her palms touching the ground, her soul consciousness seeping into every inch of the broken earth like silk threads.

In an instant, her expression changed slightly.

"Deep underground, the soul veins are broken and unnatural. They are deliberately guided sealed veins... Moreover, they are ancient runes from before the boundary consciousness."

Ming Er said softly, "A sealing technique from the previous era? Why does it coexist with the Silent Origin Fragment?"

Qian Ruishan's gaze swept over the scorched earth, then suddenly froze.

"Look, over there."

She pointed to one side of the battlefield, where a circular metal plaque, half-embedded in the rock strata, was revealed next to a shattered root of the Soul Tree.

That wasn't part of the tree, but rather the core of a seal that existed long before this place.

Qin Yu took a step closer, raised his palm and gently pressed it on the inscription plate. The Azure Ring did not appear, but a very faint wisp of soul light slowly flowed along the seam of the inscription.

"This is... the Soul Well Sealing Formation."

Ming Yin shocked. "You mean... the Soul Well?"

Ming Kong's gaze turned solemn. "That was once listed by the Realm Master as one of the Ultimate ruins of the 'Silent Soul Forbidden Ruins'..."

As Qin Yu channeled his soul consciousness into the inscription plate, the ground trembled slightly, and the dust and scorched earth were slowly dispersed by an ancient power.

Immediately--

A spiral-shaped Soul Seal array slowly rose from the ground, and in its center, a floating phantom gradually solidified:

--A broken piece of a vessel.

The pattern is exactly the same as the Silent Origin Fragment that Ming Tong obtained before.

But it is only a phantom, not yet materialized.

The next moment, the phantom suddenly turned, its own shape forming a soul-like trajectory that extended forward like a star map.

Finally, a line of obscure ancient script appeared in the air:

[The Soul Well, the Silent Origin resides in seven realms. Those whose souls Bugui must not approach.]

Everyone's expression changed.

Ming Tong whispered, "The true Silent Origin Fragment... is sealed beneath the Soul Well in the seventh realm. One must pass through at least six layers of Soul Prisons to approach it."

"And these four words, 'those whose souls Bugui, '... should be a restriction placed on those who step into this realm."

Ming Ye murmured softly, "I once read a fragment of a scroll. In the ancient language of souls, these four words mean—'One must not possess Second Soul,' or—'One whose Fate Soul is incomplete will surely die upon entering.'"

All eyes turned to Qin Yu, Qian Ruishan, and the others.

The air seemed to sink slightly.

But Qin Yu just smiled faintly:

"Since it specifies that I can't go... then I'll go anyway."

His gaze was indifferent as he swept over the crowd, his tone calm, yet it seemed as if destiny itself was whispering:

"I exist outside the definition of 'the soul Bugui,' and its limitations have no effect on me."

Let's go.

His gaze fell towards the Soul Well, the Azure Ring trembled slightly, and its afterimage flowed silently behind him.

"We... go to retrieve that fragment."