Deep within the Sea of Hongmeng, the void ceased to flow, the aftershocks of the Annihilation Thunder Sound had just subsided, and Qin Yu's existence was not yet fully stabilized when the third tribulation silently unfolded. Without light or shadow, without warning, his consciousness was suddenly torn from him by an irresistible force.
By discarding the outward appearance of external forces, the concept of self begins to slowly dismantle from its very core. He truly senses that he is losing his anchor of self-identity.
Memories lost their orderly structure, past experiences were fragmented into scattered pieces, unable to be pieced together into a complete trajectory. The name Qin Yu slowly lost its familiarity in my mind, becoming a faint, indifferent imprint that occasionally surfaced in the void.
This is not erasure, but stripping away—stripping away the true self.
His consciousness began to stratify, peeling away layer by layer. The outermost layer of cognition dissipated first, followed by the sense of belonging to emotions, then the continuity of memories, and finally even the subject itself that "perceived all of this" began to loosen.
At that moment, he could no longer be sure whether he was enduring a calamity or whether the calamity itself was manifesting through him; even the act of "enduring" gradually lost its meaning.
At this boundary where self-awareness is completely lost, an altar appears in the void. It has no origin and no destination, yet it exists in an absolutely certain way.
Above the altar hung two ancient characters: "Existence" and "Non-existence".
The two words did not radiate any spiritual light, but in the instant they appeared, they redefined all the possibilities contained within the entire primordial space.
Shedding the state of mutual antagonism, the most primordial and ancient rules of classification arise between heaven and earth. All the original structures of the world that have not yet evolved into their final form are revealed without reservation under this Daoist rhythm, with clear lines and transparent clarity.
The inscription appeared silently, yet it penetrated deep into the Fate Soul. Qin Yu watched it quietly, without hesitation or emotion.
He simply sat cross-legged before the altar.
Time loses all its measure here, and his consciousness remains adrift in a boundless process of sorting and settling.
This analysis transcends the realm of speculative deduction, allowing all the self-imprints etched into the origin to manifest in sequence.
He never deliberately looked back on the past. The various scenes of his past life unfolded slowly, like shimmering reflections on a lake.
Nine hundred years of enlightenment exist here without a timeline, yet they remain complete. Until one moment he rises. With the first step he takes, all that "existence" begins to peel away.
Memories poured out from the depths of his Fate Soul like a torrent, no longer clinging to him, but transforming into solid orbs of light that floated around him. These orbs carried all the traces of his past, the struggles of his weakness, the choices between life and death, all the people and events, all the kindness and grudges, all of which were fully presented at this moment.
He neither lingered nor looked back; he sent those orbs of light one by one into the altar of "nothingness." Light that enters into it does not dissipate; otherwise, it loses its meaning.
As if it had never belonged to anyone, the second step, "nothingness," begins to peel away.
Those things we never possessed, those things we never reached, those desires hidden in the deepest recesses of our consciousness and never even acknowledged, all manifested at this moment. They had no concrete form, yet they were heavier than "having." They were the possibilities of the future, the unfinished obsessions, the parts that did not yet exist but had a far-reaching impact.
Qin Yu offered it all up to the Altar of "Existence," and those things that "never existed" were given a brief existence at this moment, and then abandoned.
The altar trembled, the space became unstable, and his body was now completely Emptiness —neither possessing nor lacking anything.
Only a very blurry outline remained. The third step was the sacrifice of the "sacrifice." The outline began to dissipate without pain or struggle.
Just as the last trace of its outline was about to completely vanish into nothingness, Qin Yu suddenly had an extremely clear realization in his consciousness.
Regardless of fragmented memories or the ebb and flow of distracting thoughts, only a pure "seeing" arises from the very source. He sees the entirety of the sacrifice, the trajectory of each step taken, and the Ultimate destination that all processes lead to.
When all tangible and intangible things in the world have been given up, and when the obsession of "I" has been completely surrendered, a faint trace still remains in the primordial Space Silence.
That point Bugui the category of "existence," nor does it fall into the definition of "non-existence," nor is it even tainted by the Daoist rhyme of "transcendence." That point is simply pure existence.
It does not depend on any conditions, does not need any support, does not prove its existence, yet it is always there. The Hongmeng Origin, at this moment, is established within his body.
The altar vanished, and existence and non-existence disappeared simultaneously. The Sea of Nothingness was no longer silent, but gently trembled. Qin Yu's existence was regenerated from that point.
Without a physical body to begin with, without cultivation to build up, that point first becomes "existent," then expands into an outline, and only then does it have power, structure, Fate Soul, and aura.
His body slowly coalesced within the primordial chaos. This process, without any explosive events, caused the entire primordial space to distort violently.
The structure of the Mystic Void Realm High Stage was completely rewritten at this moment. All the previous limitations were directly overcome. His aura continued to rise, but it was not an improvement. Instead, it was "established" layer by layer, with each layer being closer to the origin than the previous one.
Until a certain moment, an invisible boundary was directly crossed, and the Mystic Void Realm — the Ultimate —was reached in that instant. In the main hall, all twelve faces of the Rubik's Cube trembled violently at the same time.
An invisible ripple erupted from the Plane of Hongmeng, as if the entire space had been recalibrated. At this moment, the auras of all cultivators became chaotic. Some staggered backward, some had their expressions change drastically, and some immediately sat down to stabilize their Fate Soul.
Immediately afterwards, a strange phenomenon occurred: there was no thunder, no pillar of light, and the "presence" of the entire hall was gently reduced, giving everyone the sudden illusion that this place was not originally complete.
Until something filled the gap, a faint figure slowly appeared deep within the Plane of Hongmeng. It Qin Yu. He stood there, his aura calm.
Yet, no one dared to look directly at him; it wasn't an aura of pressure, but a difference at a fundamental level. "He... he... broke through again..." someone's voice trembled. "The Ultimate Mystic Void Realm... the pinnacle..."
The entire room fell silent.
Chi Ninghua's pupils contracted slightly, her breath catching for a moment before she slowly exhaled, her eyes filled with undisguised shock. "He's made a breakthrough... How did he do that?...?"
Ju Wanning remained silent, her gaze no longer showing contempt. At that very moment, the core of the Rubik's Cube, the Silent Void Sword, suddenly trembled slightly.
Without being drawn, a faint "silent sound" spread out. The sound was not heard, but perceived in the instant of "losing one's sense of existence".
For a fleeting moment, everyone in the entire hall went blank, as if some supreme being had briefly gazed upon this place.
On the blade of the Silent Void Sword, the "Passing Mark" shone brightly for a moment before returning to silence, but that moment was enough.
Among the crowd, the elegant man slowly raised his head, and for the first time, his gaze truly fell on Qin Yu, devoid of emotion.
With only a chilling scrutiny, Dao Source Demonic Spirit began to truly notice him at this moment.
The moment Qin Yu stepped out of the Plane of Hongmeng, there was no sound or external tremor, as if he had never left the same spot. Yet, the entire space shifted at an extremely subtle but undeniable level, and everyone's perception was momentarily slowed.
It's like a fundamental reference point has suddenly been replaced, and they haven't had time to adapt.
He stood there, his figure unchanged from before, and his aura no longer deliberately emanating. Yet, his existence was no longer within the realm of "cultivator." It was an extremely clear change; he no longer relied on heaven and earth to stand, but rather heaven and earth reorganized around him.
Qin Yu slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands.
He didn't activate any power or practice any techniques, but he could clearly "see"—not visually, but through a cognition directly embedded in his very being—every trace that constituted him, from the deepest layer of his Fate Soul to the outermost layer of his vital energy, and to the countless faint lines of connection between him and the heavens and earth, were all clearly presented, without any concealment or ambiguity.
He no longer needs to "understand" because everything is already clear. The Hongmeng Origin is no longer an object for him to comprehend; it has become the starting point of his cognition.
He gently clenched his fist. This action, without any fluctuation of power, caused an extremely subtle "contraction" to appear in his palm for a moment. It was not spatial compression, nor energy condensation, but rather the concept of "existence" being briefly drawn inward, as if all possibilities Unborn were compressed into a single point in that instant.
He slowly released his palm. That faint trace of origin neither burst into a sky full of spiritual light nor spread outwards in the slightest. Instead, it returned directly to nothingness—there was no annihilation of dust, no dissipation of lingering charm. He simply quietly withdrew all the original conditions upon which it was based, as if it had never left any trace in this primordial space.
Qin Yu's eyes calmed slightly; he already understood.
The essence of HarmonyOS has never been about "creation" or "destruction," but rather about the extremely subtle balance between "allowing" and "denying."
When he allows it, everything can exist. When he denies it, nothing needs to exist.
The absence of a boundary between these two is the true essence; his Fate Soul is completely stable at this moment.
That Fate Soul no longer possesses a structure in the traditional sense; it has no core, no boundaries, yet it is omnipresent. It does not rely on existence, nor on nothingness; it is itself that initial layer of "being."
The moment this realization sank completely into the depths of his being, the space he was in quietly changed, and the altar was gone.
The Sea of Hongmeng was gone, and even the concept of "trial" had completely vanished. Qin Yu found himself standing in an indescribable realm.
There was no void, no time, no darkness, no light, no "emptiness" and no "fullness," only an extremely pure and primal state.
This realm transcends surrounding circumstances, reaching directly to the very core of Hongmeng Origin. At this moment, his Fate Soul undergoes a complete transformation and reconstruction. He breaks free from the constraints of patching up what is incomplete and escapes the shackles of ascending realms. The essence of his soul is reborn, undergoing a transformative rebirth.
The original structure and framework belonging to the Mystic Void Realm collapsed and dissipated at this moment. Those barriers that the world has always called cultivation realms completely lost their foundation in the face of the pure origin. He broke free from the inherent model of using realms to bear power, stood at the Dao Source, and rooted the very essence of his existence entirely within the Hongmeng Origin.
The new Fate Soul grows from "no structure," without form or definition, yet possessing all possibilities. The Mystic Void Realm · Ultimate was not "broken" at this moment.
It dissipated directly because that boundary was based on "layered cognition," and when Qin Yu stood in the origin, the layering itself became meaningless.
His eyes slowly opened, and this time, his gaze no longer took on any form—there was no vortex of nothingness, no deep darkness.
Those eyes were like a universe yet to unfold, or the lingering echo of all universes after they had reached their end.
Everything was contained within it, yet nothing concrete existed. He exhaled softly, and the breath, as it left his lips, did not dissipate but briefly "established" itself before him.
The outlines of heaven and earth formed on their own, the order of time quietly arranged itself, space began to expand, and a complete world rapidly evolved within that single breath.
As the mountains and rivers began to appear, before the sun and moon were fully formed, the first glimmer of life quietly sprouted within the undefined rules, Qin Yu watched silently.
There was no joy, no emotion; only a faint judgment in his eyes. The next moment, he gently raised his hand.
That world was neither shattered nor collapsed; it simply ended up being erased.
It transcends the concept of destruction and annihilation in the minds of living beings, and completely detaches itself from the fundamental premise upon which all things are formed.
All things in the world have faded away without a trace, never having had the right to exist from beginning to end. A faint smile slowly spread across Qin Yu's lips.
It was not arrogance, nor was it complacency; it was an affirmation of the "clear origin."
He has seen clearly that the true essence of HarmonyOS has never been in its depths, nor at its end.
It always resides in the simplest, most direct, and most irreplaceable fact of "existence".
However, this "existence" needs to undergo the separation of existence and non-existence, the refinement of Annihilation, and the purification of sacrifice before it can reveal its original appearance.
He lifted his foot and took a step forward. With each step, he did not use brute force to tear through the void or cross distances. The surrounding heaven and earth spontaneously flowed and made way for him, and all Dao Path opened up for him out of thin air.
The primordial realm behind them, which had been dormant for so long, slowly dissolved in silence, without the roar of shattered mountains and rivers, without the final curtain of the collapse of heaven and earth, simply losing the reason for its continued existence.
The illusion faded away on its own, returning to the primordial Space Silence. Qin Yu turned around and stood back in the center of the hall. All the cultivators present held their breath, their hearts sinking, and their breaths freezing instantly.
No one could see the transformative changes within the secret realm; they only felt a sense of awe and trepidation, completely unaware of the earth-shattering events that had just occurred.
But everyone realized that something extremely crucial had changed; the core of the Rubik's Cube, the Silent Void Sword, trembled slightly once more.
This time, it's not just a response; it's a deeper resonance.
The "Passing Mark" on the sword slowly lit up, as if responding to some extremely ancient call. It was not a response between powers, but a perception of "shared origin".
Among the crowd, the elegant man's gaze tightened once more. He looked at Qin Yu, a faint hint of danger surfacing deep within his eyes.
Qin Yu, standing still without looking at him, had already sensed it. Qin Yu had now completely solidified his cultivation at the pinnacle of the Mystic Void Realm · Supreme.