Slaying the Avatar and Facing the True Form
The moment the twelve layers of the interface slowly stabilized, the entire space was no longer noisy or chaotic. All traces of the "numerous cultivators who once existed" were completely erased, leaving only an extremely faint yet suffocating aftertaste, as if the silent massacre had never happened, yet left an indelible blank in the depths of everyone 'Fate Soul.
Qin Yu, Chi Ninghua, Ju Wanning, the elegant man, and the three remaining elders of the Shangguan Lineage and Hua Family Lineage stood in different realms, separated by insurmountable levels, yet they "coexisted" in a higher-dimensional structure.
They didn't speak again, because there was no need. Everyone already understood that they hadn't been able to stand this long because of their strength.
Because he wasn't chosen to "disappear," Qin Yu's gaze became even more composed at this moment. He no longer looked at the space filled with laws and principles, but directly locked onto the Silent Void Sword suspended in the center of each plane. His voice, with an extremely steady frequency, fell directly into Chi Ninghua's sea of consciousness. "Senior, this won't do."
Chi Ninghua glanced sideways, her gaze calm yet sharp. "Young Master Qin?"
Qin Yu's tone remained unchanged, yet carried a sense of having seen through the situation. "If we merely resist, it will peel away our layers one by one until only the bottommost layer, which cannot be eliminated, remains, and then even that layer will be wiped away."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "We must take the initiative. Sever its clones."
A sharp glint flashed in Chi Ninghua's eyes. Without hesitation, she nodded, "Okay."
Meanwhile, on another screen, an elder of the Shangguan Lineage forcibly stabilized his Fate Soul. His face was Ultimate pale, yet he gritted his teeth and hissed, "If we don't fight back, we're doomed!"
The remaining elders of the Hua Lineage echoed this sentiment in a deep voice; they had no way out.
In that instant, the Silent Void Sword moved again, but this time, there was no slow process of "silent peeling away".
The first thrust, the second supernatural power— the Return to the Ruins One Sword —had no sword light, no trajectory, and not even the process of "the sword approaching."
That sword strike appeared directly in the "results." Before fear even surfaced in the eyes of one of the Shangguan Lineage elders, his figure had already begun to change—
The color fades, and the vibrant flesh and blood instantly turns gray and white, its energy drained, and the "color of existence" is deleted.
The next instant, he became like a frozen image, with a clear outline but no texture. The next moment, the edges of the image began to shatter, like ashes scattered by the wind, dissipating piece by piece.
There were no screams, no struggles, not even a process of "death." He was erased from this world.
Another elder of the Hua Lineage attempted to forcibly rewrite his existence using the power of True Annihilation. His body frantically switched between reality and illusion, trying to evade the "judgment" of that sword strike. But just as he completed his third transformation...
His "name" became invalid. His "existence record" was truncated, and his whole being suddenly froze, then vanished completely like ink being wiped off a piece of paper.
The third Elder Shangguan roared as he burned his Fate Soul, forcibly locking himself with a causal chain, instantly constructing tens of thousands of logical paths proving "I still exist," attempting to resist the deletion by that sword strike.
Before the sword arrived, his causal chain broke simultaneously. At that moment, he seemed to see his life being torn apart page by page, the past, present, and future collapsing at the same time. His body did not shatter, but directly "became no longer belonging to any time" and then disappeared. The three elders were all annihilated.
At that moment, Qin Yu moved. He neither dodged nor resisted. His gaze locked onto the "deleted part of the logic" the instant the sword descended.
He raised his hand, not to swing a sword, but to define, "The 'I' here does not rely on records."
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, his existence was stripped from being "recorded" in that instant. The Return to the Ruins One Sword landed on him, but it could not find an anchor point to delete. In that instant, his figure appeared extremely slightly blurred, but it did not disappear.
Chi Ninghua made her move almost simultaneously.
Her pupils turned completely into Eternal Silence black, and she condensed an extremely pure stillness domain in her hand. She did not try to block the sword, but instead directly suppressed her own existence into a state of "no change".
Return to the Ruins One Sword pierced her domain but missed, because the act of "hitting" requires the flow of time, and at the moment she was there, time was completely frozen.
Ju Wanning forcefully tore open a line of undefined space in the chaos, and retreated into a state of "Unborn". The sword slashed across, but could not leave a result on the "unestablished" existence.
The elegant man merely raised his eyes, and the sword in front of him shifted by an extremely slight deviation for a fleeting moment.
It wasn't that the sword was blocked. "The target was reassigned," as if that sword should never have been aimed at him in the first place.
The next moment, space trembled again, and the Silent Void Sword slowly withdrew. Only four people remained in the arena: Qin Yu, Chi Ninghua, Ju Wanning, and that being—not a cultivator. The air was silent; no one spoke.
Qin Yu's gaze fixed intently even before the lingering effects of the Silent Void Sword had completely dissipated. He didn't dwell on the crumbling interface, nor did he wait for the Annihilation to completely vanish. In the instant before the space stabilized, he took a step forward, a step that seemed to bridge the gap between existence and rupture.
His figure suddenly lengthened amidst the interplay of reality and illusion, appearing in front of the sword shadow that had not yet completely dissipated. Chi Ninghua's heart tightened, and her Fate Soul trembled violently within the Realm of Eternal Silence. A rapid telepathic transmission was sent out. "Young Master Qin, let's join forces to destroy it."
Qin Yu didn't turn around, but his voice clearly echoed in her mind, steady as a pre-written path, "Yes, Senior, now is the best time for me to make my move."
A chill flashed in Chi Ninghua's eyes. In that instant, all her hesitation vanished, and the power of Eternal Silence completely subsided within her body. Her voice, carrying a resolute coldness, responded, "Then let's do it together." Before her words had even faded, she had already made her move.
Qin Yu slightly raised his right hand, Emptiness materialized, without any light or shadow appearing, yet in an instant, an extremely subtle "mark" materialized. It was not a trace of energy flow, but rather the fundamental writing of reality's underlying essence. An invisible force etched an indisputable proposition into the foundation of the world, and the Seal of Return to the Abyss appeared between his brows.
His will penetrated deep into the lingering sword shadow. "Fate's Return to the Abyss - The Right to Define - The Proposition of Existence." This thought was silent, yet it caused the entire space to shift slightly. "This sword's clone is invalid." Should I help you go over this part and the preceding and following plot again to make the pacing tighter and the logic smoother?
At this moment, the space surrounding the Silent Void Sword trembled for the first time. There was no external force to disturb it, only the logic of existence was being quietly touched. The outline of the sword shadow became slightly blurred, as if its foundation, recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, was being gradually extracted and stripped away.
Chi Ninghua's gaze was fixed on that fleeting opening. Without moving, she took a step and vanished from her spot, reappearing firmly beside the sword shadow. Her eyes had completely lost all light, transforming into bottomless abysses.
The colors of the surrounding world rapidly faded and dissolved, his voice vanished into nothingness, and his aura deepened to Ultimate, even the surrounding wind seemed to freeze. The instant he raised his hand, the entire space abruptly stopped, as if forcibly dragged into a rift where time ceased to flow and all things ceased to exist. "Eternal Silence - Void Burial."
The dark domain did not spread; it existed directly.
It was an area devoid of "change," and the sword's shadow was forcibly dragged into it, its outline momentarily frozen. This freeze was not due to constraint, but a state of nothingness where "movement loses its meaning"—
Qin Yu's gaze locked onto the target in an instant, and his fingertips gently pointed forward, causing countless Dao seals to suddenly appear in the void. These Dao seals did not follow a fixed arrangement, but only vibrated violently in the intervals between their creation and annihilation. His voice was deep and firm, carrying the Source Dao principle. "Concept Overload —Sword, not a sword."
In that instant, the "definition of the sword" upon which the Silent Void Sword relied for its existence was forcibly torn open with a crack. It could no longer stably maintain its own form and began to collapse towards a more primitive and chaotic state.
Not far away, Ju Wanning also made her move at that moment. With a slight lift of her jade hand, a gigantic ancient umbrella suddenly unfurled from the void. On the umbrella's surface, chaotic patterns flowed endlessly, already exuding the vast and boundless aura of the primordial creation of heaven and earth even before it was fully formed. She stood quietly beneath the umbrella, her body seemingly enveloped by a layer of primordial chaos yet to be born, her voice clear and cold like shattered jade. "Chaos Returning to Origin Umbrella."
The instant the umbrella flipped, countless unformed laws of power poured out like a surging torrent, leaving no trace, yet carrying the most primal tearing force, directly crushing the collapsing sword shadow.
Immediately afterward, her hand seals spun rapidly, and Ultimate killing intent condensed at her fingertips, transforming into a seal that spanned the void. "Chaos - Myriad Realms Rift Seal." Where the seal landed, space itself was no longer intact, and fractures quietly appeared—this was not a shattering caused by external force, but a primordial rift where "existence was not yet permitted." The sword shadow was instantly enveloped by layers upon layers of fractures, leaving it no room for even the slightest struggle.
At the same time, the man who had remained motionless finally slowly raised his hand. His usual gentle expression vanished completely, replaced by a chilling aura surging deep within his eyes. He didn't conjure any magic spells or summon any magical artifacts; he simply made a light stroke with his fingertip. This stroke left no trace, yet it instantly imbued the space around the Silent Void Sword with a power of logic that devoured everything. His voice was deep and resonant, as if emanating from the very depths of existence. "Myriad Phenomena — Return to the Source."
Everything around the sword shadow—whether it be the flowing laws, the scattered Dao seals, or the spatial rifts—was forcibly pulled together by an invisible force at this moment, converging towards a core that cannot be described in words. The laws of the world, the structure of space, and even the process of being "attacked" itself were compressed into a point on the verge of collapse.
Four primordial forces converged and merged in a single instant. There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling explosion of light, yet the entire plane experienced unprecedented fracturing and imbalance. For the first time, the silhouette of the Silent Void Sword showed signs of disintegration.
No longer whole, layers of broken surfaces appeared on the sword's blade—this was not the mark of external force severing it, but the inevitable end of its own "unsustainable existence." In the next instant, it vanished into thin air, leaving not even a trace of collapse or a wisp of energy, as if it had never existed in this world.
Immediately afterwards, the entire space went completely out of control, disintegrating like a shattered mirror. The timeline was abruptly severed, and the causal chain lost all guidance, tangling and breaking in a chaotic manner. All independent interfaces collapsed at the same moment.
Qin Yu, Chi Ninghua, Ju Wanning, and Dao Source Demonic Spirit all froze, their consciousness briefly stripped away, and the entire world suddenly returned to nothingness, everything reset to zero.
When his senses returned, Qin Yu was no longer in the original space. He stood in a chaotic land with no up or down, no near or far, Timelessness, with only a sword silently hanging in the center of the void.
This sword is no longer the previous clone; it has no fixed form, yet it contains the appearance of all swords in the world. It is like a frozen, Eternal Stillness, devoid of its own light, yet capable of extinguishing any light that approaches it—this is the true form of the Silent Void Sword.
Chi Ninghua and Ju Wanning also appeared not far away, and the man stood quietly to the side. The four of them gazed at each other from afar, yet they could never truly get close, as if separated by an invisible barrier, able to see each other but unable to touch. In this silence, a will devoid of sorrow or joy quietly descended, without sound or form, yet directly imprinted into the depths of their souls, crystal clear. "You have passed the test."
This will was pure and cold, merely stating facts without any emotion. After a moment, a faint fluctuation emanated from the depths of the Silent Void Sword, and the will resounded once more, as if confirming, yet also declaring. "However, an anomaly has infiltrated. Not a cultivator, not a living being, not a vessel of rules, its name— the Dao Source Demonic Spirit."
In that instant, the consciousness of all four trembled violently. An irresistible command, originating from the very source of the Great Dao, was etched into the depths of their Fate Soul: "Destroy it." Immediately afterward, countless shattered images flooded their minds like a tidal wave.
Boundaries collapsed, laws reversed, all living beings wailed and perished, and all existence was dragged into an irreversible catastrophe. This was not a mere omens, but a past that had already occurred and could not be undone. "Otherwise—death would have ravaged the land."
The Sword of Silent Void Sword returned to its deathly stillness, without a ripple. But the aura surrounding Qin Yu and his companions underwent a complete transformation at this moment, shedding their previous probing and composure, and gaining a heavy sense of mission and a resolute determination to face the unknown calamity.