He sat quietly in the main seat, his face gradually darkening. His fingertips unconsciously traced the lines on the armrest, his heart filled with growing suspicion. "How could this be..." He knew Qin Yu's cultivation level before his seclusion perfectly well— the Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage. How could a mere Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage overthrow the ancient and Primordial Dao Clan? Even if he had made some progress during his three years of seclusion, reaching the Eternal Silence Realm · Middle Stage, what then?
The Primordial Dao Clan possesses a profound foundation, with countless True Annihilation Realm cultivators within its ranks, and it also boasts a top-tier giant— Jiang Linglong. Hua Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze deep and thoughtful. "That Supreme Elder of the Primordial Dao Clan is Eternal Silence Realm · Supreme."
The Eternal Silence Realm · Middle Stage and the Supreme Realm is like heaven and earth, like mud and clouds. Moreover, the decisive battle is taking place in the Sea of the Boundless Realm, which is the natal Dao field and the Ultimate blessed land of the "Myriad Transformations Return to the Ruins Scripture". The Primordial Dao Clan has been rooted in this place for thousands of years, enjoying unique advantages of heaven and earth and the blessing of its rules.
Qin Yu alone could not possibly annihilate the entire clan, unless— Hua Yin's eyes suddenly narrowed, and Ultimate astonishment arose in his heart. "His cultivation has broken through again?" This thought had barely arisen when he forcefully rejected it. "Impossible." "In just three years." From the Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage to breaking through several realms and transcending the barriers of different levels, such a speed of cultivation had already exceeded the Limit that he could accept and comprehend.
The complete annihilation of the Primordial Dao Clan was an undeniable fact, leaving no room for argument. Another speculation then surfaced in his mind: Qin Yu hadn't gone to war alone. Had the Chi Lineage intervened? Or had he secretly recruited other unknown forces? Why was the Primordial Dao Clan wiped out the moment he emerged from seclusion? Such a coincidence seemed too deliberate, too suspicious. Hua Yin's fingertips suddenly froze; the worst possible guess crashed into his mind.
Chen Jinrong. "Could it be... that he knows about everything from the past?" "Has my secret relationship with Chen Jinrong been completely exposed?"
He had long since concealed and erased all traces of the deadly scheme he orchestrated in the Azure Wood Divine Forest, keeping it extremely secret. Yet Chen Jinrong survived. Later, he sent three clansmen— Hua Ciyuan, Hua Junmo, and Hua Ziye— across realms to eliminate them, but they all perished at Chen Jinrong's hands. Since then, Chen Jinrong has completely disappeared without a trace.
Now that Qin Yu has emerged from seclusion and the Primordial Dao Clan has been destroyed, these two major events have perfectly aligned. Such a coincidence is no accident. A dark shadow surged in Hua Yin's eyes, his killing intent growing stronger. "No..." He rose and paced, his expression growing increasingly cold and stern. "This matter cannot be gambled on."
He was able to secretly plot and maintain his high position in the Eternal Nonexistence Limitless Domain for many years not because of recklessness or luck, but because of his cautious approach and meticulous precautions. Even the slightest possibility of exposure had to be eliminated in advance and thoroughly eradicated.
"Chen Jinrong..." A chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes. "All traces of contact with him, people he's met, things he's left behind." "Every single thread of cause and effect that can connect to me." Hua Yin slowly turned, gazing towards the deep, silent end of the hall, his voice cold and resolute. "Eliminate them all, leave no one alive."
Meanwhile, deep within the Skeleton Star Sea, Qin Yu had already distanced himself from all the active territories of all races, traversing several desolate and lifeless broken star fields, and finally finding an Ultimate remote and untouched secret place.
This place transcends all main roads, surrounded by ancient, desolate celestial bodies. Vast darkness shrouds the star-like void, devoid of cities, settlements, clan territories, and even the slightest trace of cultivators' Dao.
He stopped in the heart of a vast, ancient star continent.
Hidden here is a naturally formed, gigantic underground space, with towering layers of rock stacked upon each other above, pressing down heavily, and surrounded by a vast expanse of distorted and chaotic space. Even if someone were to pass through this star continent, it would be extremely difficult to detect or sense any human presence in its heartland.
Even so, Qin Yu remained completely focused. He raised his hand, and wisps of Fate Soul essence spread from his fingertips. Buzz—
The first layer of restrictions sealed off the entire underground airspace; the second layer of restrictions spread and enveloped the entire ancient star continent; the third layer of restrictions continued to expand outwards—hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles.
Qin Yu only stopped when the entire territory spanning tens of thousands of miles was covered by perception and restrictions, forming a comprehensive monitoring barrier. The multiple layers of restrictions overlapped and nested one another, quietly merging into the star debris and void, without any powerful fluctuations leaking out, remaining tranquil and secretive.
Whenever a living being ventures into the ten-thousand-mile radius and touches the outer barrier, regardless of where it infiltrates or what kind of movement it uses to disappear, Qin Yu can detect it immediately. Only after repeatedly verifying and confirming that there is no error will he sit cross-legged and concentrate his mind.
The underground space Silent Void, with only the occasional faint grinding sound coming from deep within the rock layers, making the entire space even more tranquil and profound. Deep within Qin Yu's brow, a point of Ultimate darkness slowly emerged.
"Annihilation Devil Pupil - Final Spirit Core" has been quietly activated.
His consciousness sank into the vast dark world within the spiritual core, bypassing Xiao Yue's secluded independent realm, and went straight to a completely isolated, quiet, and secluded private area.
In this airspace, only one thing floated silently: the ancient black box, imbued with countless secrets and responsible for six lives. Qin Yu's thoughts stirred slightly.
The next instant, a soft hum—in reality, a slender, dark ripple gently spread out in front of his palm, and the ancient, mysterious box slowly appeared, settling steadily in his palm.
Now, he was finally able to examine this mysterious treasure, which the six cultivators of the Annihilation God Clan had risked their lives to bring back, in an absolutely tranquil and undisturbed environment.
The ancient box is about two feet long and half a foot wide, and its entire body has an indescribable dark silver-black color. At first glance, it seems to be cast from ancient divine metal, but when you touch it with your fingertips, you will not feel the coldness and hardness that metal should have. Its touch is as if it has solidified the essence of countless years. The box is smooth and flawless, without any trace of artificial polishing, and is naturally formed, ancient and ancient.
The box has no lock, no hinges, and no gaps between its opening and closing; the entire antique box is a perfect whole, without the slightest trace of splicing. The most eye-catching feature is the center of the lid.
A dark silver circular seal, about the size of a knuckle, is quietly embedded in it. Nine delicate arcs surround the seal, each arc having no beginning or end and a hidden gap. They converge and shrink layer by layer from the outside in, eventually encircling and locking the Ultimate deep black dot at the center.
Qin Yu stared intently at the black dot.
In a moment, he noticed something amiss. This was not a painted mark, but a real, deep void. If one's gaze were to sink into it, one would involuntarily fall and extend deeper, layer upon layer, one layer hidden within another, endless and Endless.
The four sides of the ancient box are covered with countless fine and ancient patterns.
At first glance, it appears chaotic and disorderly, but upon closer inspection, one can discern that the patterns are interconnected and linked, spreading and rising from the bottom of the box, all converging into the dark silver ancient seal in the center of the lid. Some patterns are mottled with pale white, while others are almost transparent and ethereal. Furthermore, within a very few delicate patterns, a faint, eerie blue divine light flows slowly and ceaselessly.
With a soft rustling sound, Qin Yu lightly touched an ancient pattern with his fingertip. The thousands of patterns on the surface of the ancient box seemed to move gently for a moment, as if they were alive. But in that instant, they fell silent and solidified again, returning to their original state. Qin Yu's eyes suddenly became solemn, and his surprise and doubt intensified.
He slowly turned the ancient box over to examine the bottom. The bottom of the box was blank, without any inscription or mark, except for an ancient and desolate primitive totem.
In the deep, dark pool, an ancient dragon lies coiled and dormant at the bottom. Its head is lowered, ignoring the sky and the earth, and its forehead faces an ancient palace in the center of the pool, whose outline is only vaguely visible.
In the very center of that palace, there was a small, ancient box, its shape and appearance exactly the same as the object he held in his palm.
Qin Yu suppressed his urge to open it immediately, steadily holding the ancient box in his palm. His eyes scanned every line and every texture, finally returning to the dark silver ancient seal surrounded by nine broken arcs.
The underground space is silent for eternity, Spacetime Stasis, the ancient box lies quietly in the palm of your hand, peaceful and serene, only the deepest part of the nine ancient arcs, a wisp of dark blue light slowly lights up and flows leisurely, hiding ancient mysteries, waiting for the world to reveal them.
In the underground void, all was silent. Qin Yu sat cross-legged deep within the layers of rocky landforms. The restrictions covering tens of thousands of miles had completely merged into the surrounding void. Any touch from the outside world would flow through the restrictions and directly into his Fate Soul.
The mysterious ancient box, brought from the "Dark Ruins Return Hall" of the Nine Nether Cold Pool, floated quietly in front of him. In the center of the box lid, nine broken arcs embraced the dark silver ancient seal, and a faint blue light slowly traveled along the ancient texture, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, reflecting a cold and eerie color on Qin Yu's eyebrows and eyes.
The ancient picture at the bottom of the box still lingered in his mind: a deep pool, a coiled dragon, an ancient palace, and the box within it.
Qin Yu slowly withdrew his fingertips from the bottom of the box, steadily supporting the entire ancient box once more. The touch was still that strange sensation, neither gold nor stone, with no trace of the texture or pattern of ordinary materials. He slightly increased the pressure of his fingers, but the box remained motionless; when he lightly tapped the side of the box with his knuckles, not a sound was produced.
There was no warmth or sound; not even the slightest tremor that an ordinary object would have when touched was present. Qin Yu's gaze became even more focused and concentrated. Previously, he had only observed the ancient box from the outside and had not yet probed the source of his Fate Soul into the box. Now that the entire ten thousand miles of territory had been completely sealed off, there were no longer any of his previous concerns.
With a slight thought, a deep, resonant wave rippled from the depths of Qin Yu's Fate Soul. A wisp of his extremely Fate Soul essence slowly overflowed from between his brows, not violently crashing into the box, but instead following the dark silver ancient seal in the center of the lid, seeping in little by little.
The moment Qin Yu touched the ancient box, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the barrier he had sensed earlier reappeared. But this time, he did not stop. His Fate Soul essence continued to penetrate deeper.
The moment the first barrier was touched, the world before Qin Yu's eyes suddenly changed. The ancient box was still there, and the underground space remained the same, but the thousands of ancient patterns that were originally still on the surface of the box began to slowly flow.
A soft rustling sound... Fine lines surged from all directions toward the center of the lid, intertwining and entwining, before flowing backward along the nine broken arcs. Immediately following, the nine broken arcs also began to rotate counterclockwise very slowly.