As the elder of the Holy Clan roared, the entire Sacred Rune World-Locking Formation suddenly changed. The thousands of silver-white Holy Runes that originally covered the heavens and earth all burst into blazing flames. This was no ordinary mortal fire, but the life essence of the cultivators' Fate Soul. At the same time, the six Holy Clan cultivators felt a sweet taste in their throats and spat out mouthfuls of essence blood. Streams of crimson primordial blood flowed and poured into the Holy Runes that filled the sky.
A deep rumble echoed between heaven and earth, as if some ancient being, slumbering for countless years, was slowly awakening. "We respectfully invite the Ancestor to descend—" the six roared simultaneously. Boom!!! A million miles of heaven and earth suddenly collapsed, a huge rift was torn open in the sky, and countless silvery-white divine rays poured in like a celestial river, instantly transforming the entire sky into a silvery-white world.
A colossal, boundless phantom of Fate Soul slowly descended from the depths of the rift. The figure was so vast that its end could not be seen, its head pressing down on the heavens, its feet treading on the void. Countless chains of cause and effect wrapped around its body, each chain pierced with billions of runes. A pair of silver-white pupils slowly opened, its gaze sweeping across the heavens and earth, causing the entire space to tremble.
The very origin of heaven and earth trembled violently, and all the great Daos instinctively gave way. This illusory figure was not a physical entity in this world, but rather a wisp of the ancestral Fate Soul imprint that had survived for countless ages.
Even so, the oppressive force still caused the void for millions of miles to continuously crack, with spatial rifts spreading like a spider web, the earth beginning to sink, and mountains and rivers beginning to collapse. The elder of the Holy Clan was filled with ecstatic joy and knelt down on both knees, "Please, Ancestor, slay the enemy!!" The next moment, the projection of the Ancestor raised a finger and slowly pressed it down towards Qin Yu and Xiao Yue.
Boom! The world suddenly darkened, and countless sacred runes transformed into a silvery torrent that swept in, as if the entire world was falling. However, in that instant, Xiao Yue suddenly raised her head. Her sapphire-like eyes were completely calm. She simply raised one hand. "That's it!!!" Boom! The Blue Ring mark between her brows suddenly erupted.
An indescribable blue radiance instantly illuminated the heavens and earth. Blue Ring - Super Style 1. Consciousness Termination - All Things Annihilation! In an instant, a blue crystal divine tower emerged from the ends of the earth. The tower's height was unknown, its seven-story structure pressing down on the void. Countless blue bell shadows swayed gently, yet there was not a sound, because the concept of sound was nonexistent.
While being sealed off, the next moment, a blue radiance swept across the heavens and earth, shattering the sacred runes, Causal Severance, freezing space, and the descending ancestral projection suddenly froze. For the first time, its silver-white eyes showed violent fluctuations, as if encountering an incomprehensible power. Rumble—
The first sacred rune shattered, then the second, the third, and so on. Immediately afterward, the entire Sacred Rune World-Locking Formation began to collapse violently, countless runes shattering like glass. Billions of silver fragments flew everywhere, the entire world resembling a mirror world shattered by a single punch. The six Holy Clan cultivators simultaneously let out a shrill scream, "Ah--!!!"
The Fate Soul trembled violently, the laws within the body continued to collapse, blood spurted from the seven orifices, and the body flew backward one after another, with five Eternal Silence Realm · High Stage crashing heavily into the ground. The Fate Soul weakened to the extreme in an instant, and the elder of the Holy Clan also spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face was filled with horror. "Impossible!!" "How could the ancestral projection be shattered!!" At that moment, the ancestral projection finally collapsed completely. Boom!!! Endless silver-white divine light exploded, turning into streams of light that dissipated into the world. The entire Sacred Rune World-Locking Formation was completely destroyed.
Just as the formation collapsed, Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his eyes, the Eternal Silence Dao Fruit gently rotated. The next moment, his right hand slowly rose. In his palm, a gray-white longsword condensed. The world suddenly fell silent; the wind stopped, and space ceased to flow.
Even cause and effect seemed to fall silent. The weasel-faced cultivator suddenly felt a chill emanating from the deepest part of his Fate Soul. He abruptly looked up and saw Qin Yu had already raised his longsword. Qin Yu's expression was calm. He simply swung the sword lightly. "Slash."
Boom! A sword light appeared, but it could no longer be called a sword light, because the moment it appeared, millions of miles of heaven and earth split open at the same time. The sky was split in two, the earth was split in two, space was split in two, and even the River of Cause and Effect was forcibly torn open with a huge gap. The sword light traversed the heaven and earth.
As if the end of the universe had arrived, the first realm of the Dao- Annihilation Sword of Annihilation, the Supreme Finality, unfolded, annihilating all the rules and regulations that sustained the operation of the world. Every rule and Dao pattern dissolved inch by inch, leaving no binding force whatsoever. The second realm then unfolded, severing all the karmic ties that bound all living beings in the cycle of reincarnation. Past entanglements and future entanglements were cut off, leaving no more causal connections.
When the third realm manifests, the predetermined trajectory of destiny is completely reversed, and the fates preordained in the dark are overturned. The fixed order of the heavens can no longer shackle sentient beings. When the fourth realm is activated, all the myriad techniques and traditions derived from heaven and earth return to death and silence. All supernatural powers and spiritual light dissipate, and there are no more techniques to speak of in the world.
As the fifth realm ascends, the supreme power that controls the life and death of all living beings collapses, and the foundation of all ruling principles that overshadow all beings crumbles, leaving no trace of royal authority. When the sixth realm appears, the ceaseless flow of time is burned to ashes, the river of time freezes and decays, and the days and years cease to exist.
When the seventh realm is fully opened, one's soul and body are completely integrated into the boundless Great Void, and there is no longer a boundary between man and Emptiness; one's body is the vast nothingness itself. When the eighth realm erupts, the vast universe encompassing all things collapses and disintegrates, the land and sky shatter and drift away, and the sun, moon, and stars all crumble.
At the peak of the ninth realm, all concrete and abstract fundamental phenomena in the world collapse and vanish, all definitions and concepts shatter and cease to exist. At the perfection of the tenth realm, one severs all past, foundation, obsessions, and origins, cutting off all ties and eliminating all roots of existence.
All ten realms unfolded simultaneously, and boundless, desolate Annihilation descended upon the world from the depths of the void. The five disciples of the Holy Clan didn't even have time to scream before their bodies began to disintegrate inch by inch. Their Fate Soul, karma, Dao principles, and origins all turned into nothingness.
The monkey-faced cultivator's eyes widened, his face still contorted in terror. He desperately tried to say something, but before a sound could escape his lips, he dissolved into countless gray-white specks of light, vanishing into Annihilation with the wind. Boom!!!
The sword light continued forward, traversing millions of miles of heaven and earth. Distant mountains were shattered, and the void split open into an abyss with no end in sight. Even after several dozen breaths, the sword mark still hung between heaven and earth, unable to heal for a long time. At this moment, only one person remained in the arena.
The elder of the Holy Clan knelt amidst the ruins, a gruesome wound ripped open on his chest, his Fate Soul essence nearly shattered, blood constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth. He gasped for breath, his face pale, his eyes fixed on Qin Yu and Xiao Yue, the depths of his pupils devoid of any killing intent, only filled with fear.
It was a fear that came from the deepest recesses of his Fate Soul. He simply couldn't believe that he, Eternal Silence Realm · Supreme, had been driven to such a state by an Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage and a little girl. He clenched his fists tightly, blood dripping from between his fingers. His voice was hoarse and trembling. "You..." "Who exactly are you..."
The sword mark that stretched for millions of miles still hung in the void, its gray-white cracks failing to heal for a long time, as if even heaven and earth themselves dared not touch the lingering Finality Sword Intent left by that sword.
Amidst the ruins, the elder of the Holy Clan knelt on the ground, his chest crisscrossed with cracks in his Fate Soul, blood dripping continuously from the corner of his mouth. The once aloof and Eternal Silence Realm · Supreme had lost all his majesty, for he had witnessed firsthand just how terrifying that sword strike was. He even doubted whether Qin Yu had deliberately held back.
He knew that he had long since Annihilation like those disciples, leaving no trace of his existence. Qin Yu slowly sheathed the Dao- Annihilation Heavenly Sword - Supreme Finality. His expression was calm as his black robes swayed gently in the void. His eyes were completely undisturbed. The matter of slaying several Eternal Silence Realm experts was nothing more than a trivial matter.
He looked at the Holy Clan elder, his voice calm yet carrying a suffocating pressure. "I had no grudge against your Holy Clan." "Unfortunately," Qin Yu said, "Your actions have been too despicable." "As for today's events," he continued, "Blame these two." Qin Yu tossed out two Holy Clan tokens, their surfaces engraved with the names Zhang Liang Wang Cheng.
Upon seeing these two names, the elder of the Holy Clan was suddenly stunned, his eyes narrowing sharply. "Zhang Liang Wang Cheng?" His mind raced, and in just a few breaths, he had already guessed that the young man before him had most likely clashed with Zhang Liang Wang Cheng. Moreover, Zhang Liang Wang Cheng had most likely provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked at all.