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The rage in Hua Jingmeng's eyes began to subside, and a cold smile slowly spread across his lips. He did not rush towards Qin Yu, nor did he raise his sword. His left hand simply brushed lightly across the surface of the Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner.

The grey-blue banner rose and fell slowly with his fingertips, and one by one, the ancient afterimages that had fallen silent again raised their heads. Hua Jingmeng's smile deepened, and the ruthlessness in her eyes was fully revealed.

It was a ruthless approach that, knowing Qin Yu was extremely difficult to kill, decided to stop trying to overwhelm Qin Yu with sheer strength and instead focus on the fundamental question of "why Qin Yu is still Qin Yu."

"Since your existence is so difficult to eradicate..." Hua Jingmeng tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with chilling intent, and suddenly gripped the banner pole. "Then I'll see what you'll have left to stand here with if even your 'self' is buried!"

There was no loud crash; instead, an even more unsettling silence descended. Hua Jingmeng abruptly Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner above her head, and the grey-blue banner fell completely to the ground.

The Myriad Spirits Burial Banner! Buzz!!! The moment this primal vibration resounded, countless hearts in the entire Myriad Worlds Graveyard tightened simultaneously, and then the wind stopped.

The clamor that had filled the ears of millions of spectators seemed to be wiped away from the world by an invisible giant hand. The dust swirling around the arena hung in mid-air, and the clouds that had not yet dispersed in the surrounding sky also stopped moving.

No enormous pillars of light shot into the sky, nor did any destructive phenomena spread across the land. Instead, the entire world quieted down at a visible speed. The light began to fade, the colors began to disappear, and even the primordial radiance that stretched across the Myriad Worlds Graveyard lost its original vividness.

Hua Jingmeng stood at the center of it all.

The sinister smile on his face had completely vanished, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing only a chillingly Ultimate darkness within. He slowly exerted force with both arms, turning the flagpole horizontally.

Whoosh—the grey-blue banner was fully unfurled for the first time, and at that moment, everyone who saw the divine banner changed their expression.

The countless afterimages on the banner began to move. The ancient monk sitting cross-legged slowly raised his head, the warrior holding the blade released his already broken weapon, the figure in feathered robes lowered his hands, and the demonic figure in scale armor lowered its ferocious head... Countless ancient beings who had already buried themselves and only had a trace of their last divine remnant turned towards the center of the arena at the same time.

They made no sound, no cries, no struggles, only stared at Qin Yu's direction with an empty, chilling gaze. Then, the dark circle in the center of the banner slowly opened. At that moment, it no longer resembled an empty space, but rather an eye without a pupil.

A boundless, gray-blue tide suddenly surged from behind the divine banner, spreading across the heavens and earth.

The silent tide did not impact the stone platform, nor did it shatter the arena beneath its feet. Yet, wherever it passed, everything possessing a "self" exhibited abnormalities. A bird startled by the celestial phenomenon in the distance, having just flapped its wings and flown several hundred feet, suddenly stopped in mid-air. Its wings were still flapping, but its gaze gradually lost its direction.

Finally, it hung there blankly, having forgotten why it was flying. Further away, several cultivators responsible for maintaining order on the perimeter were still watching the battle intently when one of them suddenly looked dazed, his raised hand stopped in front of his chest, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"What... what were I thinking just now?" The person next to him turned deathly pale upon hearing this. "Retreat!" This shout suddenly startled the surrounding cultivators. Those on the outer perimeter whose Fate Soul roots were not stable enough no longer cared about the distance and retreated hastily.

Whoosh!!! Whoosh!!! Whoosh!!!

One after another, figures retreated frantically from the original viewing area to a distance of a thousand feet, some even retreating to two or three thousand feet before daring to stop. Several cultivators whose Fate Soul had suffered old injuries had only retreated halfway when their eyes became briefly unfocused. One of them, who was clearly flying through the air, suddenly fell downwards, only regaining his senses when his companion grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't look at that banner!" "What is that thing? I completely forgot why I retreated!" "It's stirring up the very essence of my Fate Soul!"

"Has Hua Jingmeng gone mad?! This is the final competition, and he actually unleashed something like this! Doesn't he know how many onlookers are around??" Exclamations rose again from afar, but the sounds weakened rapidly at the edge of the Divine Stillness Domain and eventually disappeared completely.

A violent commotion also erupted within the Lineage camps. Several elders of the Chi Lineage stood up almost simultaneously, their faces extremely grim. One elder gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his gaze fixed on the arena. "The Myriad Spirits Burial Banner... He actually activated the funeral ritual of this banner!"

Chi Boqian's expression turned completely somber, his eyes never leaving Qin Yu. He could sense that the gray-blue aura was truly locked onto Qin Yu, yet the lingering aura emanating from the edge of the domain was enough to force a large number of cultivators on the periphery to retreat thousands of feet.

If Qin Yu were to undergo a full funeral rite, the extent of the pressure on his Fate Soul would be self-evident, and the Hua Lineage camp would fall into a different kind of silence.

Some of the Hua Lineage elders, who had previously been full of arrogance, now put away their smiles. Of course, they hoped that Hua Jingmeng would win, but when the Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner was fully unfurled, even they instinctively circulated their own Fate Soul to stabilize themselves.

Hua Yin's gaze was gloomy, his hands hidden in his sleeves, his fingers already clenched tightly; Hua Nongrui remained seated in the main seat, her face showing no obvious change, only her eyes were much more solemn than before. She looked at Hua Jingmeng on the arena, and then at the ever-expanding Divine Stillness Domain, without saying a word.

But the truly terrifying changes were only just beginning. Buzz!!! Countless afterimages simultaneously detached from the Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner.

They did not truly transform into complete bodies, but shattered into billions of gray-blue light points the moment they left the banner. The countless light points did not rush or bombard, but gently drifted down, covering the entire arena.

The scene even possessed a strange and eerie beauty. Billions of gray-blue rays of light slowly descended from the sky, leaving no damage in their wake, yet each point of light stirred the deepest part of Fate Soul.

"Myriad Spirits Return to Burial!" Hua Jingmeng gripped the banner pole with both hands, his pale face appearing eerily sinister in the gray-blue light. Countless afterimages even appeared deep within his pupils. The corners of his mouth slowly lifted again, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Yu.

The first batch of gray-blue light spots fell on Qin Yu. They did not touch Qin Yu's physical body, but passed directly through his clothes, skin and flesh, and seeped into the depths of his Fate Soul. At the same time, the Divine Stillness Domain around Qin Yu completely closed.

One after another, extremely fine gray-blue threads began to appear around his Fate Soul. These threads were not searching for the foundation of his power, nor did they touch the outermost Dao patterns of the Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram. What they truly pursued was the deepest "self" within Qin Yu before each thought arose.

The moment the thought "I will draw my sword" arose, a gray-blue aura of solitude enveloped the words "I will." "I will analyze," and new gray-blue threads immediately traced the source of the thought. "I will slay the Hua Jingmeng," boom—the entire Divine Stillness Domain experienced its first truly massive tremor.

The clearer Qin Yu's killing intent towards Hua Jingmeng became, the stronger the Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner's perception of him became. The countless gray-blue light spots suddenly changed their original slow-falling state and converged on Qin Yu from all directions. At the same moment, all the ancient afterimages buried in the banner turned their heads, and billions of empty gazes fell on Qin Yu.

Seeing this, Hua Jingmeng's viciousness was finally undisguised. "Qin Yu..." he slowly uttered the name, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with resentment. "Didn't you want to kill me?" The banner pole suddenly spun in his hand. Whoosh!!!

Billions of gray-blue light points suddenly pressed down, "Then continue to hate me, continue to want to kill me, continue to guard your Dao heart!" Hua Jingmeng's smile was already tinged with an almost twisted coldness, and the veins on her forehead throbbed as her Fate Soul essence was frantically poured into the divine banner.

"The stronger your killing intent, the more powerful your will, the clearer you are of yourself—" His eyes suddenly widened. "This banner will bury you faster!!!" A surge of gray-blue desolate energy rose into the sky.

At this moment, the entire arena was completely separated from the perception of the Myriad Worlds Graveyard. Those outside could still see Qin Yu and Hua Jingmeng, but could no longer sense any sound from them.

Above the gray-blue domain, countless threads of cause and effect that originally belonged to Qin Yu began to appear. The years he had experienced, the life marks he had left behind, and the connections he had established with others all showed extremely fine, dim traces under the silent will of the divine banner.

Those things weren't directly severed, but rather the "claim" that Qin Yu himself had behind them was being stripped away. Once Qin Yu no longer recognized that it was his past, no longer recognized that those causes and effects belonged to him, and no longer recognized why the sword in his hand was in his palm, then no matter how powerful his supernatural abilities, how profound his Fate Soul, or how amazing his foundation, he would lose the true master who initiated them.

This is the true terrifying aspect of the Myriad Spirits Burial Banner. It hasn't destroyed anything; Qin Yu's Silent Origin Stainless Sword is still there, his Fate Soul is still there, his origin is still there, and all his supernatural powers are still intact. Yet, that gray-blue, silent intent is trying to gradually turn these things into something "unowned by anyone."

Millions of spectators watched this scene from the sidelines, and the earlier heated discussions gradually subsided. Many were speechless, only able to stare at Qin Yu in the gray-blue domain, their faces filled with undisguised fear. Several powerful figures who had just thought that Hua Jingmeng had been driven to the brink of despair by the Historyless Void Severance Sword were now completely frozen in shock.

"How can we block this kind of supernatural power?" someone asked hoarsely.

A cultivator at the Eternal Silence Realm remained silent for a long time, finally shaking his head slowly, his eyes filled with apprehension. "If it were me going in... I wouldn't even dare to entertain the thought of resistance."

The other person's face turned even uglier. "But if you don't even dare to think about resisting, what's the difference between that and admitting defeat?" No one answered, because this was precisely the most insidious aspect of the Myriad Spirits Burial Banner, and in the center of the arena, Hua Jingmeng had already fully unfurled the divine banner to its Ultimate.

His Fate Soul had just been stabilized by the elixir, and now, due to the forceful activation of the Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner, tiny cracks reappeared, but he didn't care at all. His handsome face was filled with only cold killing intent, and his eyes were fixed on Qin Yu, who was surrounded by billions of gray and blue light spots, as if he wanted to watch the last bit of "self" in Qin Yu's eyes extinguish.

The gray-blue desolate tide grew thicker and thicker, and the afterimages filled the sky. Qin Yu, however, remained standing in place. His Silent Origin Stainless Sword did not fall, and his eyes remained open. But as the first wisp of gray-blue desolate intent that truly touched the root of his Fate Soul slowly penetrated deeper, a very subtle change finally appeared in Qin Yu's eyes.

It wasn't panic, but rather a deep, observant look, as if he were personally experiencing how this Vast Annihilation God-Burying Banner was peeling away inch by inch from the deepest recesses of his Fate Soul, revealing an existence called "me."