The Dao Source Demonic Spirit did not retreat after that attack. Instead, its entire body suddenly contracted, as if pressing all the shattered structures back into its core. The next instant, its body exploded. Countless broken chains of relationships no longer maintained any form, completely disintegrating into a gray-white vortex covering the entire plane. That vortex had no boundaries, no direction, no center, yet it opened simultaneously in all dimensions.
Space was torn apart by layers of fractures, time was repeatedly folded, stretched, and collapsed within it, and even the "order of existence" began to become disordered. In an instant, the palace ruins in the distance, which had not yet completely collapsed, were dragged into the vortex.
Then, in another instant, it reappeared from another angle, like a piece of history that had been torn apart and haphazardly pieced together. The voice of the Dao Source Demonic Spirit rang out simultaneously from all directions, each syllable carrying the power to tear apart Fate Soul: "Since we are destined to perish, then let us all return to nothingness."
The Realm Devouring form fully unfolded, and countless afterimages emerged from the gray-white vortex—living beings, civilizations, battlefields, and reincarnations. Each image was disintegrating, recombining, and disintegrating again. It no longer devoured individual existences but directly eroded the "overall structure."
The entire framework of the plane's existence began to be dragged into its core. The ground beneath Qin Yu's feet vanished at that moment, his steps lost their footing, and his figure floated in a constantly reconstructing fault. An unprecedented tearing sensation came from the depths of his Fate Soul, as if his entire existence was being divided into countless fragments that could no longer be pieced together.
He didn't retreat. Qin Yu abruptly closed his eyes, and the Book of Fate Law within his sea of consciousness unfurled with a roar. All the pages turned simultaneously, and the Hongmeng Origin within his body was fully ignited. He no longer resisted the vortex's devouring power, but directly cut into its core structure. His consciousness traced back along those broken relationships.
Amidst the countless collapses, he captured the only stable "core Fate Soul point." He raised his hand, pointed his fingertip in the void, Three Forms of Fate Construction Structure: Cause and Effect Deconstruction unfolded instantly. He forcibly dismantled the countless entangled causal lines around him, and then rearranged them using the Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence: Abyssal Rotation Profiling. A brand new "sealing structure" was forcibly constructed amidst the chaos.
"Stop!" The Book of Fate Law suddenly closed, and in that instant, the core of the Dao Source Demonic Spirit was completely locked.
At the same time, Chi Ninghua stood at the deepest center of the vortex, her entire being seemingly fused with the Sword of Silent Void. The mark between her brows fully unfolded. She didn't draw the sword; instead, she slowly pressed the tip against her brow, entering a state of Ultimate stillness. Her breath ceased, her heartbeat vanished, even her "existence fluctuations" began to subside. The next instant—
"Uninterrupted Eternal Silence." There was no light. No ripples; the entire world fell silent in that moment.
That was no ordinary silence; it was the absolute state remaining after the source of all fluctuations had been smoothed out. The gray-white vortex suddenly stopped at that moment, and the frantically operating Realm Devouring Structure of the Dao Source Demonic Spirit gradually became slow and sluggish.
Its will was subtly touched by some deeper force, an irresistible "return"—as if countless struggling consciousnesses were gently pressed down, and all impulses of expansion, devouring, and resistance were slowly weakened and withdrawn at this moment. Its voice became intermittent, its wings completely stopped vibrating, and even the rotation in the core crack in its chest gradually slowed down.
Qin Yu's blockade was completely completed at this moment.
He suddenly opened his eyes, the Hongmeng Origin surging within his body. Without pausing, he took a step forward, appearing directly before the core. His fingertips struck again, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword - Undefined Destruction Sword truly fell at this moment. There was no sword light, but there was a trace of existence being directly deleted. The core of the Dao Source Demonic Spirit trembled violently, and the "definition structure" that maintained its existence began to collapse.
Chi Ninghua's Uninterrupted Eternal Silence continued to press down, its will began to collapse, and the Realm Devouring structure began to crumble.
The grayish-white vortex shrank and shrank with each collapse, until only a tiny "remnant core" remained. That remnant core was still struggling, still trying to rebuild relationships, trying to exist again.
Qin Yu took the final step. "It's over." He reached out, gently clenched his fist, and the Laws of Fate were sealed, the Primordial Chaos was suppressed, and the Silent Nothingness Domain simultaneously closed.
That tiny remnant of the core vanished completely, without an explosion or aftershocks, like a piece of text that had never been written, gently erased.
The Dao Source Demonic Spirit was completely Annihilation, and the entire space was restored in the next instant.
The fault line is restored, time flows again, the collapsed palace in the distance slowly reappears, the wind blows again, the light falls again, everything returns, yet there is an indescribable emptiness.
Chi Ninghua slowly opened her eyes, and a very thin line of light appeared between her brows.
That light was no ordinary light or shadow; it was actually a "gap." At this moment Sword of Silent Void shed its tangible form, transforming into a silent imprint of existence, completely merging into her Fate Soul. Her aura did not surge in the slightest, yet at this moment it became untouchable, as if standing outside of all fluctuations, the boundary between sword and person had completely dissolved.
She gently raised her hand—the entire space fell silent for a moment, the Sword of Silent Void, having completed its recognition of its master, returned to Chi Ninghua.
Qin Yu stood in the void in the distance, slowly exhaling. His robes fluttered gently in the aftershocks, his gaze calm yet carrying a profound light.
Chi Ninghua stood silently in the center of the void, all the surrounding ripples slowly subsiding into silence. Her breathing became extremely light, so light that even she herself could not detect the slightest fluctuation. The Seal of Silent Void between her brows flowed silently, like a crack that would never close. The Divine Sword of Silent Void no longer manifested in the form of a sword; it had completely merged into the depths of her Fate Soul.
It transformed into an untouchable stillness, a stillness that did not suppress all things, yet caused all things to instinctively yield when they approached. Her consciousness sank into her sea of knowledge, where she saw a boundless realm of solitude, devoid of light, shadow, and the flow of time, containing only an unnamed tranquility. She slowly reached out, her fingertips touching that realm of solitude.
The next instant, the silence responded to her, without fluctuation, yet a very faint ripple spread through her heart. The final boundary between sword and person completely vanished. She was no longer the one wielding the sword; she had become the silence itself. With a thought, all things ceased to exist.
With a thought, heaven and earth returned to normal. The moment the Divine Sword of Silent Void completed its recognition of its master, there was no radiance, no extraordinary phenomenon, but the entire space "slightly bowed its head" for a very short instant, as if acknowledging some irreversible order.
Qin Yu stood not far away, his gaze calm, and spoke softly, "Congratulations, senior, on obtaining the divine artifact Divine Sword of Silent Void."
Chi Ninghua snapped out of her reverie, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her aura was completely different, as if separated by an insurmountable barrier of silence. She gently shook her head. "Young Master Qin, you flatter me. This sword chooses its master. Without your help, I wouldn't even have had the chance to take this step, and the Dao Source Demonic Spirit would have devoured everything."
Qin Yu nodded slightly, said nothing more, and then asked, "Senior, how is Senior Ju doing now?"
Chi Ninghua closed her eyes, the scene inside the storage crystal core reflected in her sea of consciousness. After a moment, she sighed softly, "No, her Fate Soul is severely shattered, its structure has been directly pierced, and it can only be maintained temporarily. I must take her back to the Ju Lineage immediately; perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope with the patriarch."
Qin Yu's expression darkened slightly, then he nodded, "Mm."
Chi Ninghua looked up at him, her tone softening slightly, "Young Master Qin, why don't you leave with me? The opportunities in this castle have already dissipated; there's no point in staying any longer."
Qin Yu pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Indeed, it's time to leave."
Chi Ninghua smiled slightly, a sense of solitude flashing around her. She transformed into a faint, invisible trail, disappearing into the distance, her voice still echoing softly in the same spot, "Young Master Qin, farewell. Farewell, until we meet again."
Qin Yu watched her leave without following. He turned around, stepped into another passage, and his figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the castle.
When he reappeared, the world had changed.
The Third Multidimensional Universe – The Annihilation Continent.
A vast, boundless plain stretched out before me, the sky a deep indigo, like the lingering color after countless sunsets. In the distance, the mountains resembled slumbering behemoths, their ridges shrouded in a light, silvery mist.
The mist didn't move, yet it constantly changed shape, like some unfinished existence repeatedly being generated and then returning to silence. A clear river flowed down from between the mountains, its surface as calm as a mirror, reflecting the sky and distant mountains.
Yet, in the details, countless layers of images appear, as if each drop of water carries a different fragment of time. Strange vegetation grows on both sides of the river, its branches and leaves are translucent and glow slightly, but there is no spiritual energy fluctuation, as if it simply exists there.
Qin Yu sat by the river, a campfire burning quietly. The flames were low but steady, and the firelight reflected in his eyes, bringing a rare warmth. He turned a piece of freshly roasted divine beast meat in his hand, and the aroma slowly spread in the air.
Xiao Yue sat beside him, her small figure illuminated by the firelight. Her long, star-blue hair cascaded down, and a crescent-shaped silver ornament swayed gently on her forehead. As she gnawed on a piece of meat, she mumbled, "Little Qinzi, that Miss Ju... her situation isn't good."
Qin Yu paused slightly, his gaze darkening. "What do you mean?"
Xiao Yue looked up at him, her eyes sparkling slightly, and her voice became serious, "The Dao Source Demonic Spirit's divine power is not ordinary destruction; it directly pierced through the core structure of the Fate Soul. That kind of damage cannot be easily repaired. Even if the Ju Lineage has a deep foundation, they may not be able to rebuild it."
Qin Yu frowned slightly but remained silent.
Xiao Yue continued, her tone slow but clear, "To truly recover, we must use a primordial medicine— the Fate-Reversing Epiphyllum." The campfire flickered slightly.
Her voice, echoing in the night, carried an indescribable weight. "That thing grows on the 'Existence and Nonexistence Cliff' at the edge of the True Annihilation Realm, and only a single leaf appears every hundred years. It is not grass or wood."
It is a phenomenon interwoven with 'embers of nothingness' and 'lingering echoes of existence,' only briefly appearing in absolute Annihilation, like a translucent epiphyllum flower, its petals flowing with the last light of a star before its extinction.
Qin Yu's gaze slowly focused.
Xiao Yue added softly, "It can reshape the Fate Soul, weave back the parts that have turned to nothingness, and also give the Fate Soul an anchoring ability when facing annihilation in the future."
She paused, her tone lowering slightly, "However, the price is also clear—the user will lose a most important memory."
The campfire crackled softly.
Qin Yu did not respond immediately. He gazed at the slowly flowing river before him. The reflection on the water was not his own, but rather layers of ever-changing past and future. His gaze gradually deepened, as if he were weighing something. The night was silent, and the river continued to flow slowly.