Hua Jingmeng gripped the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword tightly with both hands. Before the echo of her words, "If you want to kill me, then rest!!!", had faded, Qin Yu's Historyless Void Severance Sword, carrying boundless silence, crashed down in front of her.
On the final arena, the light traces belonging to Hua Jingmeng's past and future faded away layer by layer. The new life traces that the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art had just evolved from were interrupted and continued in the black curtain of history before they could even solidify.
The panic in Hua Jingmeng's eyes lasted only a moment before being forcibly suppressed by overwhelming ruthlessness. He suddenly raised the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword high, and the dark blue crack on the spine of the sword suddenly illuminated the entire ancient sword. The dark blue light spot at the tip of the sword, which had been silent for thousands of years, emitted a dark light that pierced people's souls.
His chest heaved violently. He suddenly flipped the hilt of his sword, and the blade that had been pointing at Qin Yu was abruptly turned around, thrusting straight at the source of his Dao heart in his chest. The action was resolute, without the slightest hesitation. The madness under the desperate situation filled his eyes, and the tip of the sword sank heavily inward.
Laugh!!!
The sword did not tear through flesh and blood, but instead pierced straight into the depths of his Dao heart's origin, with rings of dark blue ripples spreading outward from his chest. With each ripple, a portion of his "old self's" Fate Soul imprint was peeled away.
Great Void Daoist runes around his body peeled away, and the life trajectory that was once discernible to heaven and earth dimmed one by one. Even his past was deliberately sunk inward. The scene was shocking; it was as if he had personally uprooted himself from the mortal world, all his past cultivation accumulation...
The lingering essence of Fate Soul, remnants of the Great Void transformations Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel, was dragged along the azure cracks on the sword's spine towards the endless Abyss of Eternal Silence. He lowered his head, and a low, ancient roar rolled from his throat, "Bury..."
Buzz!!! The entire area, spanning thousands of feet, suddenly lost its color.
Sounds, light and shadow, origin, cause and effect, spatial traces, and even the part of the black curtain that the Historyless Void Severance Sword had already spread out were all forcibly gathered towards the center by a rapidly collapsing point of dark blue light.
Hua Jingmeng's figure became increasingly hazy, her outline constantly scattering fine, pale blue dust. Although her face remained the same, her complete Fate Soul had almost dissipated in the perception of heaven and earth.
As the ancient sword pierced his Dao heart, he resolutely abandoned his entire old foundation—his old Fate Soul, old karma, and old Dao principles—which had been locked by the sword intent of Wushi, and they all sank into Eternal Silence. In an instant, the arena transformed into a near-pure white void, and all things lost their layers, except for that dark blue light that stood in place, slowly collapsing inward.
The next instant, a heavy, distant rumble emanated from the depths of the light spot, and the deathly silence was ripped apart.
At the core of the light, a vast lotus shadow slowly unfolded. The petals had no physical form, but were entirely constructed from the reconstituted Dao patterns of Fate Soul. As the first petal bloomed, a brand new cause and effect was born from the void.
With the second petal unfolding, he reclaimed the spatial foundation connecting him to the present world; with the third petal opening, the destiny trajectory severed by the curtain of history reappeared, only this destiny trajectory was completely different from the one of the past.
Hua Jingmeng slowly rose from the azure lotus heart. Her appearance had not changed much, but the Great Void energy flowing around her had been completely reconstructed. The aura of her old Fate Soul had been buried at the bottom of the lotus, and the new Dao rhythm flowed back through her limbs and bones. Her eyes reflected two worlds: one was a deep, Eternal Silence silent abyss, and the other was a new world that had just emerged from emptiness.
The second move of the Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword – Eternal Silence Nirvana.
He sacrificed his own Dao heart, burying himself in Eternal Silence, borrowing the ancient sword's slumbering primordial negation of origin to forge a completely new Fate Soul. This move did not directly confront the Historyless Void Severance Sword, but instead directly abandoned the "old body" locked by the sword intent, causing the historical carrier pursued by that sword to perish directly, and then reappeared in the world with a new body.
Upon witnessing the resurrected Lotus Heart, many spectators' Hua Jingmeng changed drastically. A hint of wild joy even arose within the Hua Lineage camp. As long as the Fate Soul was completely severed from the old destiny, Qin Yu's sword strike that sought the past would no longer be able to affect the present.
But this joy lasted only a moment.
Qin Yu stood at the edge of the historical darkness, his hands still tightly gripping the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. His gaze remained unwavering throughout, never wavering even as Hua Jingmeng was reborn. From the moment this sword struck, it was not fixated on Hua Jingmeng at any particular moment; what it severed was the very source from which the target was able to construct a complete history.
Hua Jingmeng abandons her old self and forges a new body, seemingly severing the ties between the past and the future. However, the act of "abandoning the old self and being reborn from the ashes" itself is the only link connecting the old and the new. As long as this link remains a part of his existence, the Historyless Void Severance Sword will not stop.
Qin Yu gripped his sword, pressing the blade down another inch. Whoosh! The ancient black curtain surged and churned.
The once-blooming azure lotus trembled violently, and the newly formed Dao patterns on its petals were covered with fine cracks. The spatial foundation supported by the first layer of lotus petals began to dim; the cause and effect maintained by the second layer of lotus petals suddenly collapsed; the destiny trajectory formed by the third layer of lotus petals was swept away by the black curtain, and even the reason for its birth began to return to nothingness.
Hua Jingmeng's fierce expression suddenly froze. He had thought that the Eternal Silence Nirvana would be enough to completely sever him from his past, but he never expected that the sword intent would follow the cause and effect of "Nirvana" and attack again.
Crack!!! The azure lotus petals shattered inch by inch from the edge. Hua Jingmeng's eyes widened suddenly. "This is impossible!" Bang!!!
The entire azure lotus flower collapsed from its core. The new destiny trajectory that Eternal Silence Nirvana had just established was forcibly pressed back into the void by the Historyless Void Severance Sword. Before that new life could be stabilized, it was uprooted from the link between the old and new causes and effects.
Hua Jingmeng's body trembled violently. The Vast Sea Dao-Burying Sword, which had pierced her Dao Heart, was deflected by half an inch by the force of the recoil. The dark blue cracks on the sword's spine flickered wildly. The newly born Daoist aura, nurtured by Nirvana, shattered and dissolved in large swaths. The Historyless Void Severance Sword's attack continued unabated. The boundless black curtain rolled over the broken lotus shadow and rushed straight at Hua Jingmeng's body.
The color drained from Hua Jingmeng's face. For the first time, he truly understood that all his escape routes were being cut off one by one. The Grand Void Dao Transformation Art had countless variations, but these variations could not be separated from the sequence of time; the Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel could glimpse countless days to come, but the future was constantly being eroded by sword intent; Eternal Silence Nirvana could discard the old and create the new.
But as long as the newborn is born from the old self, the chains of history cannot be completely broken. The fear in the heart breaks through the final shackles, the body suddenly arches backward, and a heart-wrenching roar erupts from the throat, "No!!!!"
In a desperate situation, he ruthlessly shattered the last complete piece of history within his Fate Soul, and collapsed!!!
Countless cracks of the Great Void simultaneously bloomed on his brow, chest, and arms. The cracks did not harm his physical body, but they forcibly severed all connections between him and his previous self. His Fate Soul essence fell into a frenzied transformation, and the Dao traces that had just been formed in each breath dissipated on their own, only to be reborn from the Great Void as a completely new Fate Soul vessel.
One moment the Hua Jingmeng vanishes, the next moment it Hua Jingmeng, and then it is replaced by another completely new self.
His state was bizarre and terrifying. Countless afterimages of him appeared one after another in the center of the arena. Each afterimage lasted only a moment, and it would dissipate on its own as soon as it was touched by Wushi's sword intent. Then, a new figure would emerge from the void.
However, this forbidden technique was also frantically tearing apart the foundation of his Fate Soul. With each rebirth, he had to give up a part of his memories, emotions, and original cognition. With each cycle, the human warmth and rationality within him gradually faded away.
His expression was chaotic and uncertain, sometimes violent, sometimes blank. In a daze, he seemed to have forgotten why he was standing on the arena. Only the overwhelming killing intent directed at Qin Yu was firmly nailed to the deepest part of his Fate Soul, becoming his only remaining obsession.
The unseen forces continued their relentless pursuit, ignoring the mangled wounds to her Fate Soul. Hua Jingmeng abruptly raised her palm to the sky, her voice hoarse and broken. "Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner!!!" Buzz!!!
The void above his head suddenly collapsed, and a gray-blue crack slowly tore open. The moment the crack appeared, all the primordial energy around him gave way.
A long, gray-bone-colored pole, twelve feet long, hangs down from the depths of the crevice. The pole is uncarved, but covered with countless fine engravings, which are the remnants of the obsessions left behind by countless ancient beings before they dissipated. These traces retain a faint divine aura and exude a deathly chill that makes people instinctively avoid them.
At the top of the banner pole, a bone bead, worn smooth by time, was revealed, with a dark blue crystal embedded in its center. Within the crystal, gray mist slowly swirled, and with each surge, the surrounding laws of the Dao paused briefly, even slowing the thoughts of the watching cultivators.
Immediately afterwards, a nine-foot-long and three-foot-wide gray-blue banner descended. The banner's material was peculiar, gradually fading from dark gray-blue at the top to almost transparent at the bottom, as if the banner itself was constantly fading away.
The banner was covered with countless afterimages of divinity: ancient cultivators sitting in meditation, blood-soaked warriors, women in tattered clothes, and Demon Race with shattered scales. The outlines of these thousands of figures were blurred, leaving only the unforgettable obsession of their moment of demise. Countless tattered threads along the edge of the banner swayed without wind, like outstretched fingers reaching out as they vanished, futilely grasping at the present world that had already passed away.
A fist-sized black spot floats in the upper center of the banner.
No light, no reflection. Once a divine thought approaches, it will be dragged into an unresponsive abyss. This is the malevolent core of the Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner, an unsealed rift between Eternal Silence and the present world.
Hua Jingmeng grabbed the banner pole, and the moment she grasped it, her entire arm trembled violently. This banner never recognized a master, only accepting the brief rule of beings that were infinitely close to "Emptiness." At this moment, Hua Jingmeng abandoned the fixed timeline of history, and was being reborn with every breath. Her self had already been torn to shreds, which perfectly matched the conditions for this ancient and ferocious artifact to bear her.
Whoosh!!! The divine banner unfurled completely.