The moment the twelve interfaces were fully formed, before anyone could recover from the shock of the split space, the Silent Void Sword suspended in the center of each interface suddenly rose simultaneously. There was no sword light, no imposing aura, no killing intent, and no one even truly perceived the act of "making a move"—yet in that instant, something more essential was stripped away.
The first supernatural power— All Sounds Fall Silent —is achieved without the process of sound disappearing, because "sound" at this moment directly loses its premise for existence.
Within the Face of Thoughts, a cultivator at the Mystic Void Realm was about to unleash a mental technique. His sea of consciousness had just opened, and his thoughts hadn't yet formed a path, when he suddenly discovered—the thoughts no longer "arise." Not suppressed, not interrupted, but rather the very act of "arising a thought" itself...
He was deleted from his Fate Soul structure. He stood there, conscious, but unable to think any further, as if he had been frozen in the moment before he even began to think. The next instant, the edges of his figure began to blur, and his whole being, like lines that had been erased, began to dissipate from its outline, without even the right to struggle.
Within the Face of Karma, a cultivator at the True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage desperately unleashed a protective net of cause and effect. Countless threads of cause and effect intertwined around him as he attempted to lock onto the continuation of his existence through cause and effect. But just as the sword shadow trembled slightly...
All the threads snapped simultaneously. Not that they were severed, but rather that the property of "causal connection" failed, and the threads were no longer linked. His protective technique instantly lost its structure. Before he could even understand what had happened, he had already slipped out of the causal chain, disappearing silently like a character erased from a script.
The Face of Souls suffered the most devastation. Dozens of soul lights had just coalesced into a defensive array, their divine senses intertwining to form a vast soul domain. But when All Sounds Fall Silent descended, that soul domain neither collapsed nor shattered; instead, it simply "froze."
The fluctuations of the soul disappeared, the divine consciousness ceased to flow, and even the state of "existing in the soul domain" could not be maintained. The physical bodies of those cultivators remained in place, but the soul light dissipated inch by inch until it was completely extinguished, leaving empty shells of bodies suspended in mid-air. Then, even the physical bodies faded away.
Within the Face of Dimensions, a Mystic Void Realm High Stage cultivator attempted to evade the sword shadows using multidimensional folding. His body instantly split into dozens of dimensional slices, but when the "fluctuation" was stripped away, the multidimensional structure itself lost its support.
Each slice simultaneously loses its coordinates, becoming unrelated to the others. His figure shifts and overlaps in different dimensions, until finally all layers collapse together, turning into a meaningless blank space.
In the Face of Narrative, a group of cultivators were already in a state of "ineffective action." Their attacks were fruitless, their movements were erratic, and when All Sounds Fall Silent, they could not even continue to "attempt action." Their entire existence was as if it had been pressed into an unfinished segment. Then the entire "narrative" was erased, and those people could no longer even define "what they had done."
In the Face of Observation, some cultivators attempt to stabilize themselves by relying on external observation. They frantically release their divine sense, trying to make "being seen" an anchor point for their existence. However, when their supernatural powers fall, the act of "observation" becomes ineffective. They can neither observe others nor be observed by any being. Their entire being disintegrates the moment they lose their reference point, as if they were never recorded.
The tragedy in Face of History was even more Ultimate. An elder at the True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage was using his past experiences to solidify his own timeline. His past, present, and future unfolded around him as a complete river.
But when All Sounds Fall Silent, the long river stopped flowing and directly "lost its history." His past no longer existed, his present lost its connection, and his future could not continue. His entire being collapsed simultaneously at the three points in time, and even the fact that he "once existed" was erased.
On the Face of Existence, some people try to protect themselves with the most basic laws of existence, anchoring themselves to "existence itself." But at that moment, even the concept of "existence" cannot fluctuate. They stand there like sculptures, but are even emptier than sculptures. In the next breath, they lose even the condition of being "there" and completely return to an imperceptible stillness.
In the blink of an eye, more than 70% of the cultivators on the twelve sides vanished on the spot, without a single scream.
There was no bloodshed, no energy bursts, not even a "death" process; they were simply gone.
The remaining people stood frozen in place. Some wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound; others wanted to escape, but couldn't even continue to "want."
For the first time, they truly understood that this was not a suppression by supernatural power, but a judgment on whether they could continue to exist, and that Silent Void Sword had merely swung it once.
As soon as the silence subsided, Qin Yu, Chi Ninghua, Ju Wanning, who were in their respective independent realms, almost simultaneously raised their eyes. A faint ripple spread across their Fate Soul.
Before any external attack could occur, a sense of impending change was already present in the depths of the heart. This feeling did not rely on divine sense or the pull of energy; it was purely a resonance and quiet touch from the depths of one's being.
Chi Ninghua's gaze instantly tightened. She had just entered the Eternal Silence Realm and had not yet had time to fully stabilize herself, but at this moment she already sensed an unprecedented danger. The danger did not come from the suppression of power, but from the omen of "the stripping away of the very mode of existence".
On the other side where Ju Wanning was, amidst the overlap of chaos and history, her figure had just stabilized from the chaotic impact of the origin when she suddenly felt as if something was gently pressing down on her Fate Soul. The pressing was powerless, yet it carried an absolute inevitability.
The elegant man— Dao Source Demonic Spirit —stood among the crowd. His usually gentle eyes narrowed slightly for the first time. He didn't move, but seemed to be "confirming" something. For a moment, his silhouette shifted slightly in the surrounding space before quickly returning to calm.
Qin Yu stood in the center of the Face of the Root of Existence, his expression still calm, his gaze fixed on the Silent Void Sword in the center of the interface.
The sword hadn't moved, but he already knew that the next moment would bring its attack.
With Silent Void Sword, without any sword light or any detectable movement, the First Divine Power— All Sounds Fall Silent —descended once more.
This time, it wasn't a distant tragedy, but something that directly affected them, causing the entire Face of the Root of Existence to suddenly collapse into a deeper stillness.
The air did not disappear, but it stopped flowing; the space did not collapse, but it lost its meaning of "bearing"; all the fluctuations that originally flowed within the Fate Soul were extinguished in the same instant.
Chi Ninghua's breath stopped in her chest. Her heart was still beating, but there was no "beating" process. The power of Eternal Silence that she had just gathered was as if it had been stripped of its ability to "operate" within her body, leaving only a static outline.
Ju Wanning's chaotic power had just surged when it lost its direction. She couldn't even tell if she was still mobilizing her power. The chaotic energy seemed to be defined as "never generated" and quietly dissipated in her palm.
The elders of the Shangguan Lineage unleashed their respective defensive spells almost immediately, but they quickly realized—
It's not that they are unable to perform, but that the act of "performing" is no longer possible.
The Dao has not moved, the supernatural powers have not yet been unleashed; all their prepared methods remain frozen at the moment before they are "about to be launched."
The same thing happened on the Hua Lineage elder's side. Someone forcibly activated the True Annihilation Realm technique, trying to maintain their own fluctuations by alternating between truth and falsehood. However, the alternation was completely wiped out as soon as it showed a slight sign. The true and false no longer rotated, and even the process of "annihilation" could not continue.
At this moment, all methods that relied on fluctuations became ineffective. However, Qin Yu also moved—his body and his consciousness.
His gaze remained unchanged, and the Hongmeng Origin within his body subsided slightly. In that instant, he neither attempted to "resist" nor to "restore the fluctuations," but instead directly cut into a deeper level.
He removed the premise of "whether fluctuations exist" from his own definition; since fluctuations cannot exist, then there is no need for fluctuations.
His existence, at this moment, no longer relies on any circulation, but is maintained directly by the fact that it is "established".
All Sounds Fall Silent subsided, his Fate Soul did not rebound, nor was it erased; it stood there quietly, like a foundation stone that did not participate in the tremors.
Chi Ninghua suddenly understood.
A resolute glint flashed in her eyes. The foundation she had just established in the Eternal Silence Realm was forcibly pushed forward at this moment. She no longer tried to maintain the flow of power, but instead sank her entire Fate Soul directly into the origin of "Silence," making herself a part of that stillness.
Her presence vanished, yet lingered; it was a higher level of "existence."
Ju Wanning's reaction was even more difficult. She forcibly condensed a trace of the primordial outline that was not yet fully formed in the chaos, leaving her existence in an "undefined" state. Since the chaos was not yet fixed, it would not be completely stilled. That trace of unformed momentum allowed her to barely avoid the most fatal erasure.
Among the elders of the Shangguan Lineage, several reacted extremely quickly. They Fate Soul Anchor, no longer relying on magic, but forcibly maintaining the most basic proposition of "I am here." Several figures trembled violently, yet they stubbornly held on and did not perish.
The elders of the Hua Lineage did the same; some even severed parts of their own Fate Soul, discarding those parts as "wave remnants" in exchange for the preservation of their main body.
Dao Source Demonic Spirit stood there, motionless. The moment that absolutely still domain touched him, an extremely subtle "slip" appeared.
It's not that it's being resisted, but rather that it has lost its target; it doesn't seem to completely belong to the category of "needing to be stilled."
In that instant, a faint, eerie light flashed deep within his eyes.
Just then, several figures rushed into the main hall.
The elders of the Chi Lineage and members of the Ju Lineage rushed over. They had just stepped onto the edge of the interface and hadn't even had time to see the changes inside when they were stunned by the Ultimate bizarre scene before them.
Space was shattered, the world was frozen, countless cultivators vanished, leaving only a bizarre "silent battlefield."
Chi Ninghua's voice suddenly rang out, not just a sound, but a supreme decree directly imprinted into her Fate Soul: "Quickly retreat--!" Ju Wanning's voice rang out simultaneously, her will forcefully piercing through the stagnant domain.
A clear thought condensed in the outer space, "Do not approach, wait outside!" The elders were suddenly awakened, their Fate Soul trembling instinctively. They immediately retreated without hesitation, not daring to take another step.
The blanket of All Sounds Fall Silent lasted for a moment, yet felt like it spanned millennia.