Hua Jingmeng's right hand, still gripping the sword, trembled slightly, the dark blue crack on the sword's spine flickering with light and shadow. After the Eternal Heaven Burial was shattered at its source, the remaining sword intent of denial dissolved inch by inch above the arena, and large swathes of dark blue fragments slowly fell along the cracked void, dissipating all their Daoist charm before even touching the stone platform.
His carefully maintained composure crumbled completely. His chest heaved violently, his facial muscles taut with suppressed rage, and his eyes blazing with resentment. Those eyes, usually shrouded in cold arrogance, were fixed on Qin Yu, a mixture of astonishment, fury, and a hint of disbelief he himself didn't want to face, all swirling within them.
He could not accept this outcome: the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art, the Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel, the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates, the Wu Jiu Blameless Karma Scale, and even the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword's Eternal Heaven Burial, one technique after another was completely defeated. Every time, he thought he had pushed Qin Yu to his Limit, but the other party always claimed to be deeper in the Fate Soul and brought out another completely different set of Daos, which completely dissolved his supernatural powers.
Her knuckles turned white from being clenched so tightly, and Hua Jingmeng could no longer contain her rage. Her fierce roar echoed across the battlefield, "How is this possible?! How many more trump cards are you hiding?! Qin Yu!!!"
Qin Yu remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together, standing quietly in the center of the dilapidated arena. His long black hair flew backward amidst the still-unsettled primal turbulence, and the edges of his clothes trembled slightly.
His face showed no trace of arrogance after victory; only a chilling coldness slowly rose in his deep eyes. After a few breaths, his gaze finally settled steadily on Hua Jingmeng, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire arena:
"Hua Jingmeng, I have already allowed you to unleash all your supernatural powers first, yet I have still managed to eliminate their root causes one by one. Now, it is my turn to strike."
His right hand slowly fell to his side, his five fingers gradually closing, and his eyes grew even colder. "I'd like to see if you can catch this." As soon as he finished speaking, the four main seats of the Source Dao Ultimate Beast Huang all showed subtle changes.
Boundless Abyss Huang sat upright in his seat, his expression indifferent, but his unfathomable eyes remained fixed on Qin Yu for a long time. He had witnessed the entire process of deciphering the Eternal Heaven Burial.
Qin Yu did not rely on overwhelming primal force to break the deadlock, but first dissolved the meaning of what heaven and earth carried, dismantled the chain of cause and effect, and then sank himself into the Existence Zero Point Unborn.
For the first time, Boundless Abyss Huang truly realized that the terrifying thing about this boy was not his many supernatural abilities, but that he could always see through the fundamental basis of a great path in an instant and then destroy that foundation.
Although the myriad paths of the heavens may change in countless ways, every manifestation in the world must have a root of origin. Qin Yu is gradually approaching those roots. In Boundless Abyss Huang's eyes, this ability far surpasses ordinary killing and is enough to make all paths wary.
Wanyan's reaction was the most intense. The boundless string network behind him vibrated violently, and the strings representing countless "ifs" stretched outward. On each string, a completely different Qin Yu was reflected: some relied on the Great Luo Heavenly Chapter to withstand the sword's power, some directly drew the Silent Origin Stainless Sword, and some activated the Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence to seal the sword intent. Countless branches of response emerged.
But all the strings eventually converge on that colorless, silent point Wanyan gazed at the zero point, a rare look of appreciation appearing in his eyes. He understood that the true core of breaking through the Eternal Heaven Burial was the Existence Zero Point.
It exists Unborn, has its own origin without cause, does not fall into a traceable beginning, yet preserves its own integrity, and holds the Wanyan of all possible evolutions. This state is particularly moving.
Every possibility requires a point of origin for differentiation, but Qin Yu sank his own origin to the depths of the abyss where even "birth" had not yet begun. Wanyan secretly judged that if he were to complete this Dao Path, in the future, he would no longer need to choose a path from existing possibilities; he himself could become the origin that gave birth to all possibilities.
Mystic Deconstruction barely glanced at Hua Jingmeng throughout. His gaze was fixed on the Book of Fate Law · Realm-Severing Source Pen. His usually arrogant eyes narrowed slightly, and the primordial dharma behind him kept changing. A ball of colorless light just wrapped around her before it dissolved on its own, and an ancient rune appeared only to be covered by another layer, then transformed into a geometric outline that was constantly overturning itself.
He felt a surge of interest, having already seen through the fact that the actions of the Realm Severing Origin Brush were subtly similar to his own "Solution," yet they led to completely different paths. The Mystic Deconstruction sought out the internal contradictions within existence; while the Realm Severing Origin Brush directly read the fundamental proposition upon which the opponent's supernatural powers were established, leaving it to Qin Yu's Dao to judge.
The former seeks out loopholes, while the latter can even re-examine the very act of "how a loophole became a loophole." Mystic Deconstruction lightly tapped the armrest of the main seat with his fingertips, a genuine and fervent light burning in his eyes, and only one thought remained in his heart: he wanted to witness with his own eyes how this pen could fully analyze the Great Dao.
Nameless remained as aloof and arrogant as ever. Only when Qin Yu used his Existence Zero Point to evade the Eternal Heaven Burial did he slightly turn his head. He himself was the embodiment of negation of naming, and understood this better than anyone else in the world.
If an existence were to have even the initial mark "written by heaven and earth" temporarily stripped away, what kind of bizarre situation would arise? He did not praise or show any appreciation. He only slightly restrained the innate arrogance in his heart. From this moment on, he no longer regarded Qin Yu as just an ordinary cultivator at the Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage.
On the arena, Qin Yu gave Hua Jingmeng no chance to catch her breath. His right hand slowly reached to his side, and whoosh...
A pure and untainted ripple of Silent Origin spread outward from his palm, instantly silencing the void that still held the azure sword intent of the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword. There was no spatial tearing, no earth-shattering phenomenon; a slender sword shadow slowly manifested from the deepest part of his Fate Soul essence. First the hilt, then the guard, inch by inch, the sword's edge appeared.
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword was fully revealed. Its blade lacked the ancient chill of the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword the Azure Sea, and the violent killing intent of the Desolate Slaughter Halberd. It possessed only Ultimate purity. Whenever Daoist energy approached the sword's edge, it would cleanse away all distracting thoughts. Even the faint blue light remaining on the ancient sword in Hua Jingmeng's hand instinctively retreated.
Clang!!! In this battle, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword emitted its clear and resonant cry for the first time.
Qin Yu gripped the sword hilt tightly. Behind him Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel unfolded, interlocking, with countless intricate Dao patterns converging from the wheels towards the center and flowing into the sword. The broken arena beneath his feet did not continue to crumble, and no primordial storm swept in from all directions. However, the celestial phenomena that had flowed for countless ages above the Myriad Worlds Graveyard had strangely come to a standstill.
Because of this sword strike, Qin Yu did not kill Hua Jingmeng at this moment, nor did he sever her current Fate Soul. Qin Yu raised his sword, the blade pointing at his opponent from afar.
In that instant, the anger on Hua Jingmeng's face froze, and a chill ran down her spine.
Behind him, the past manifested, the Hua Jingmeng of his youth standing as a phantom; even more distant years unfolded layer by layer; beside him, countless life marks that had not yet landed spread outward: some ascended to the highest heights, some were buried in desolate ruins, some attained higher Dao fruits, billions of completely different futures, constantly splitting and proliferating.
Even the myriad transformations of the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art were not under his control, appearing in the world. These were not summoned by Hua Jingmeng herself. It was Qin Yu's sword that forcibly revealed them from Hua Jingmeng's complete existence.
Past, present, future, all possibilities, fate, cause and effect, everything that has already happened and everything that still has the chance to happen, are all forcibly laid out in the same world.
Millions of spectators on the periphery trembled in shock as they watched in horror as not only around Hua Jingmeng, but also above the entire Myriad Worlds Graveyard, layers upon layers of ancient light curtains appeared. The years of the broken old world, the traces of fallen powerhouses, the battles that had long ended, and all the past events that had been erased by time, all appeared one by one the moment the sword was raised.
The entire history of the world was stirred by this sword. Qin Yu gripped the sword with both hands, his eyes blazing with killing intent. "Hua Jingmeng— " His voice reverberated through the sky.
Hua Jingmeng suddenly looked up. Qin Yu took a step forward, Silent Origin Stainless Sword high above his head. The Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel suddenly overlapped and merged into one. "Catch the sword!!!" Boom!!! The sword slashed down with a loud crash.
The third move of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword – The Historyless Void Severance Sword! The sword tip fell, and there was no violent sword light rushing towards the enemy. What dissipated first was the sound of all things in the world. Then, the historical light curtain that appeared in the sky cracked open with a straight sword mark.
Crack! The past, reflecting the youthful Hua Jingmeng, was cleaved in two by a sword. Crack! The long years of his cultivation of the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art were severed. Crack! The billions of futures derived from the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates were simultaneously torn apart from the center, and in the next instant, the sky turned into an endless black curtain.
This is no ordinary darkness; darkness is at least a form of existence. Here, there is "no history." The past leaves no mark, the future cannot be derived, and the present has lost its qualification to become the next chapter of history.
Hua Jingmeng was horrified to discover that her proudly displayed Myriad Fates Transformation were being extinguished in vast swathes, one future vanishing into nothingness, then ten, ten thousand, billions...
Not even a trace of shattering remained. Those futures didn't even get the ending of being "severed," because wherever the Historyless Void Severance Sword swept, even the fact that "this future once existed" was erased by heaven and earth.
Hua Jingmeng's pupils suddenly contracted. "No—" He involuntarily took a step back, but the sword intent surged forward without stopping.
Countless chaotic lotus petals drifted leisurely down from Silent Origin Stainless Sword. Each petal brushed against a life mark, and that life mark quietly dissolved into the void. There was no explosion, no clash of origins, only a deathly silence that chilled the hearts of all the cultivators present.
Hua Jingmeng's past is losing its weight, his future has been cut off from any possibility of extension, and his present has been deprived of the right to be written into history.
Even the myriad destinies that the Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel had once glimpsed have all vanished into nothingness. The Wheel of Destiny can observe all things to come, and the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates can lead to endless paths. However, the Historyless Void Severance Sword does not target any particular destiny for destruction.
It severed the very foundation of "Hua Jingmeng possessing history," and a violent tremor shook the depths of Hua Jingmeng 'Fate Soul.
Behind him, the Grand Void Transformation Origin was running wildly, countless new possibilities were just born, and there was no past to trace; the brand-new future had just unfolded when it plunged into the dark abyss of no history.
A chill ran through Hua Jingmeng from the depths of his Fate Soul. His greatest reliance was "change"—if one path was broken, he would transform into another; if one state was destroyed, he would evolve into countless forms; if one road ahead was cut off, there were still countless options to choose from.
But at this moment, Qin Yu did not chase after his endless changes. Qin Yu, having severed the historical foundation upon which all changes depended for survival, collapsed! The last trace of life left by the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates was completely shattered, and an endless, historical black curtain rolled down on the center of the arena from all directions.
Qin Yu stood at the end of the black curtain, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword had already struck down, that invisible sword intent transcended space, transcended cause and effect, transcended all predictable and tamperable futures, and rushed straight to the source of all of Hua Jingmeng's historical existence.
At this moment, Hua Jingmeng's rage vanished, leaving only genuine and undisguised terror.
His pupils shrank to pinpoints, his face turned deathly pale, and his hands gripped the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword tightly. The Grand Void Dao Transformation Art erupted from his Fate Soul without regard for anything else, and the flowing Dao patterns spread rapidly along his arms, neck, and cheeks.
He stared intently at the sword intent that erased his entire foundation, and finally understood that if this sword truly struck his own historical origin, relying on the Myriad Fates Transformation of his life, he would have no way out. Hua Jingmeng raised the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword block in front of him.
Clang! The sword's spine shone with Ultimate blue light, veins bulged on his forehead, and his black hair was whipped upwards by the surging Fate Soul. His eyes were devoid of any leisurely contempt, only the madness and ferocity of someone driven to the brink of despair. "You want to kill me—" He gripped the ancient sword tightly with both hands, roaring fiercely at the approaching, timeless darkness. "You won't get away with it!!!!"