The golden mist still lingers.
Even though the core fission has been annihilated and the logic of annihilation has been completely erased, the mist that should have vanished with it has not dissipated. Instead, it has begun to slowly swirl around, becoming even heavier and colder than before, as if brewing something deeper than "annihilation" in silence.
Qin Yu's expression changed slightly. Standing on the site of the collapsed remnant core, he suddenly felt the spatial logic around him begin to tremble slightly. It was a primordial oscillation from the "lower layers of rules".
He turned abruptly and hissed:
"Quick! Don't come out—get back into the blue light!"
Upon hearing this, Yao Zhiyan retreated into the azure shield without hesitation, staring intently at Qin Yu, her face deathly pale. "What happened... wasn't it already over?"
--Before she finished speaking
The entire depths of the Soul Cavern Dense Forest suddenly trembled violently!
Rumble rumble rumble...
That wasn't an earthquake, nor was it a surge of energy. Rather, the entire "Rules Sealing Array of the Soul Cavern Root Domain" was shattering completely from within, as if layers of logical barriers were being peeled away one by one by an invisible hand.
"Bite--"
"Bite--"
"Bite--"
A series of hollow chimes, like funeral bells, echoed from the depths of the dense forest.
Each "ding" seemed to strike deep into the Fate Soul, causing the mind to tremble and the spirit to quiver.
Suddenly--
BOOM!!!
A giant crater suddenly appeared in the core of the earth where Qin Yu was located!
Amidst the falling rubble and life patterns, a golden coffin slowly rose from the ground.
This coffin is neither wood nor metal, neither iron nor bone; its material seems to be formed from the superimposed frequency of "death itself." The four corners of the coffin lid are carved with twelve life-tracking bells, and in the center, a cracked black circular mark is like the "Eye of Cause Annihilation," staring at all existence.
It is inscribed with countless names that have been "erased"—these names circulated within the coffin, repeatedly written and then crossed out, as if proclaiming to heaven and earth:
Its name—never belongs to any narrative track.
Qin Yu's expression darkened completely, and an unprecedented sense of crisis arose in his heart.
He dared not hesitate for a moment, immediately lifting the azure light shield, and with a flash, carried Yao Zhiyan ten miles away, placing her on the Boundary-Severing Stone Seat, and commanding:
"No matter what happens, don't come out."
Yao Zhiyan's face was pale. She gripped Qin Yu's sleeve tightly, but eventually let go, biting her lip and nodding.
--The next moment.
The coffin lid slowly cracked open.
It's not about opening.
Instead... "breakdown".
Like some forbidden entity, it forcibly tears open its own "lockdown logic," without any restarting means or awakening ritual, and thus—crawls out from the depths of death.
Then, He came.
The figure slowly emerged from the burst of light amidst the intertwining black and golden mists.
He was nine zhang tall, his skeleton was cast in the Annihilation Origin of the dead realm, his whole body was as black as a void tomb shadow, but it was inlaid with billions of dark purple patterns, as if stars were sleeping in his bones, or as if he was a dead god-king who crossed eras.
His head was a skeleton of dead bones, his face devoid of flesh, but his eyes burned like the flames of a raging star. His gaze swept across heaven and earth, as if it could temporarily shatter logic itself.
Behind him, six wings of "black amethyst feathers" bloomed, each wing composed of countless fragments of death, like causal fragments dragged from the depths of the realm of destruction, woven into His wing-bone battle robe.
His black robe was not made of cloth, but of the "corpse of logic"—pieced together from fragments of a world written to death. Beneath the hem were layers of collapsing frequency inscriptions, endlessly falling into self-destruction.
And in His right hand—
It was a "destiny core" that should not exist, its interior sealed with trillions of "annihilated" destiny orbits, slowly rotating, as if it had been forcibly anchored to the present world by its dead soul.
He slowly opened his arms, like an emperor returning from "beyond the orbit of fate," and a ghostly voice resounded like the stillness of a deep abyss:
"... finally."
"Finally, someone... has broken through the barrier of fate and reached this point."
"Let me... 'return to reality'."
"I am the structure of destiny."
"Fragments of the Chronicle, Page Thirty-Seven of the Annihilation Abyss, The Origin of Forbidden Books, Lord of the Boundless Realm --"
He lowered his head, his bony fingers gently caressing the life core in his hand, his voice resounding throughout the entire realm:
"[The One Who Knows the Burial· Mingsu]."
The entire Soul Cavern Dense Forest... fell into eternal night the moment He appeared.
All colors were stripped away, leaving only a faint ripple of utter black and purplish-blue light, like a wave of death slowly unfolding outside of time.
With one step he took, the void collapsed, and logic crumbled.
He looked at Qin Yu, his jawline widening into a chillingly empty grin, and muttered to himself:
"The son of the Fate Book."
"You—should be sealed away with me."
Night descends upon the Soul Cavern.
It was neither a starry night nor the end of the day, but rather a "complete cognitive deathly silence" brought about by the descent of the Mingsu Being.
Before he even made a move, the world seemed to have been "dead." All air currents stopped, all spiritual energy froze, all frequencies ceased to operate, and even the flow of logic became sluggish.
Qin Yu ten miles away.
Behind her stood Yao Zhiyan, protected by the azure barrier. She stared intently at the colossal black-winged corpse resurrected from the logic of death in the distance, her eyes filled with undisguised horror.
That's not the enemy.
That is the existence itself, which is "a logical dimension" sealed away.
At this moment, Qin Yu's eyes were cold and deep. The Book of Fate Law slowly floated behind him, and the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword in his right hand condensed into the edge of annihilation patterns. Circles of Fate Track Locks swirled around his feet. In the silence, all the logic of his combat skills was warming up.
The Mingsu walked slowly forward.
With each step, the space around him shattered like cracked glass, turning into death-frequency cracks that spread outwards; with each step, a layer of the logic of the ground beneath his feet was automatically erased, collapsing silently, as if this world was "voluntarily making way."
He gently raised his left hand, a glimmer of light appearing at his fingertips.
"Identification of the Deceased--"
"With your living knowledge, offer a sacrifice to my dead book."
--moment!
The entire space trembled violently!
Consciousness Sea - Forced Sinking - Triggered!
Qin Yu felt as if his mind was being flooded by a black tide, countless logics of death and destiny rushing towards him. Within his sea of consciousness, the whispers of billions of remnant consciousnesses surfaced:
"Who are you?"
Are you alive?
Do you exist?
It was a trial of "existence"!
At this moment, the initial judgment skill of the Burial Master, Mingsu, [Fate Track Rift - Initial Judgment of Death], is officially activated!
Its mechanism is not harm, but rather: if one cannot prove their existence through absolute self-destiny, they are judged as a "false existence" and will be immediately killed upon identification!
The wave of judgment transformed into six layers of "Destiny Track Counter-Evidence Patterns", crushing towards Qin Yu. Each layer of fluctuation was a "denial impact of the world's logic on its existence"!
To ordinary living beings, this was merely a spatial tremor;
At the Fate Soul level, this is equivalent to:
The world doesn't recognize you.
--Your existing "name" has become invalid.
--If you cannot write about yourself, you will be recorded as a "dead consciousness" by the "Knowledgeable Ones".
-
Qin Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed!
He did not resist.
Instead, a whole page of the Golden Book of Destiny Laws instantly unfolded in his sea of consciousness—
[Fate Cause Master Seal - Fifteenth Form]
"Fate Trajectory Profiling —You Didn't Speak, I've Already Sealed It!"
Boom--!!!
In that instant, just as the six layers of "Fate Track Reversal Patterns" approached within three zhang of him, the space shattered like thin ice!
The golden pages of the Destiny Track book appeared automatically, pre-writing the logic of the "Death Impact"!
--Before the enemy makes a move, I will first describe the reasons behind it!
--Before you have spoken of the reasons for the judgment, I have already named its outcome!
All six counter-evidence ripples tore apart within three feet of Qin Yu, unable to penetrate even an inch!
The white bones of the Mingsu trembled slightly, and for the first time, a faint glimmer appeared in its eyes burning with purple flames:
"You can... pre-write the existing logic?"
"Snort..."
"Then let me personally—break your pen."
He struck again!
He raised his right palm high, and the life-constructing star core in his palm suddenly burst into flames!
Countless "residual frequencies of the deceased's life trajectory" were extracted from the star core, constructing an extremely bizarre "Crown of Death Consciousness" behind him, like an imperial will built from death blooming in the void!
The one who knows the burial: Mingsu:
Second round main skill - Construction Start
"Death is my name, destiny is my crown."
Rumble rumble rumble--!
A colossal "Throne of Judgment" forcibly appeared from the void. Within the entire golden mist space, all the logic of destiny was sealed by the "Death Name Seal," and Qin Yu's destiny lines were frozen inch by inch!
[Current Status]: Fate Track Locked - Unable to Write Self-Skills - Book of Fate Law Suspended
But at this very moment!
Qin Yu didn't retreat; instead, he raised his left hand!
At that moment, a resounding azure divine cry erupted from his sea of consciousness, echoing through his very soul!
[Azure Ring Skill - Spirit Filth Annihilates Heaven]
Boom!!!
A hand forged with a divine halo of light surged forth from the sea of consciousness, directly overturning the crown of death consciousness with its Master of Realm Construction!
Behind Qin Yu, the Azure Ring emitted a light curtain resembling a "concept cleansing field"—all the pollution of destiny, the curse of judgment, and the freezing of logic were annihilated and restarted!
The Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword soared into the sky!
[Sever Observation, Leaving No Mirror] -- Activated!
Are you going to interrogate me?
"Then I will—sever the very source of your 'observability'!"
One sword!
Spatial deconstruction!
Under this slash, the true form of the Burial Master, Mingsu, was forcibly pulled away from the Realm Master narrative trajectory, turning into a "blurred and unobservable afterimage"!
He roared in fury for the first time:
"You dare—cut down my temple!!!"
Qin Yu spoke coldly:
"You shouldn't exist."
"Let me—write your 'end' myself."
A deathly silence rippled through the air. After the "Sever Observation, Leaving No Mirror" sword cleaved through the air, the entire Soul Cavern Dense Forest seemed to instantly lose its perceptible focus.
There are no more "enemies" in this space.
Under the strike of the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword, the Burial Master, Mingsu, was forcibly stripped of its "observability"—becoming an "unobservable thing," as if it had been completely erased from the world's visual, auditory, and frequency perception.
This sword strike did not shatter Him, but rather directly severed His power to be "recognized".
However, precisely because of this, the frequency construction logic of the Mingsu suffered a severe backlash.
The appearance of the Abyss of Knowledge was then released.
Boom--!!
A huge crack appeared in the void above.
From that crack, a purplish-black "death consciousness root belt" poured down wildly, like thousands of souls from the dead wailing. They were not spirits, but the deepest essence constructed by the "entangled consciousness state" after the backlash of the Mingsu's own frequency.
The next moment—the Burial Master and the Mingsu reappear.
His form "flowed back into reality" from the unobservable, but this time, His aura was ten times more terrifying than before!
A black-gold crack ran vertically through His forehead, His six wings twitched and trembled, each feather reconstructing itself, and a gigantic, Nameless, pitch-black book appeared around Him, its pages inscribed with twelve death curse rings bearing the names of "unknown names," automatically writing "the death names of all future enemies."
Death Book - Present World.
He roared out, his voice shaking the entire Soul Cavern:
"You dare write my ending?"
"Then I'll rewrite your beginning!"
With a wave of his right hand!
--The pages of the Death Book suddenly unfolded!
Qin Yu instantly felt a segment of [anti-initial frequency] forcibly written into his sea of consciousness:
[Fate Track Rewriting & Source Deletion]
[Target: Qin Yu]
[Current Status: Name Deprivation - Initial Understanding Not Yet Existing]
[Definition: You were never named, never recognized, never recorded]
The entire logic of the world is attempting to revert Qin Yu to the status of someone who "never existed"!
Boom--!!!
Qin Yu's brow twitched violently!
The Book of Fate Law suddenly trembled and groaned, Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword also wailed like a sword's cry. An indescribable "sense of cognitive stripping" frantically tore at his consciousness, destiny, and existence structure!
The Fate-Path Star Chain behind them has broken!
The Fate Cause Master Seal in the destiny chart is violently distorted!
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and his body crashed heavily to the ground!
The ground collapsed several feet with a deafening roar, and the surrounding structures flew around like shattered mirrors. Qin Yu struggled to his feet, but the blood on his chest had soaked through his clothes, and the golden seal of his life law had dimmed by three points.
This blow was not merely physical—it shook the very soul!
For the first time, Qin Yu exhibited signs of Limit soul misalignment: double vision, delayed perception, and slow reaction of the Fate-Path Pen.
He was slightly out of breath and looked up at the sky.
The Burial Master, the Mingsu, stood suspended in the sky, its back covered by thousands of pages of the Death Book, continuously writing "Name Deprivation," as if forcibly writing "The Unknown Sin of the World" for Qin Yu.
Yao Zhiyan exclaimed in surprise within the Azure Light Barrier, "Senior Brother!!!"
She lunged forward, but was blocked by the azure light. She watched helplessly as Qin Yu coughed up a second mouthful of blood, knelt on one knee, and still tightly gripped the Fate-Path Pen, refusing to let it fall to the ground!
The person who knew the burial slowly opened their arms, their voice as cold as a grave:
"The unwritten—I am not permitted to be written."
"You are nothing more than... a writing accident."
"Now, it's my turn—to take up the pen."
-
Qin Yu slowly stood up, his figure unsteady, yet he remained upright.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his left hand, and once again held the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword across his chest with his right hand.
The Book of Fate Law turns its pages once more.
But this time, he didn't rush to make a move.
Instead, he said in a low, slow voice:
"I see..."
You are not immortal.
"You were 'erroneously written into this annals'."
"So you have to delete me—because I am the 'correct writer'."
He looked up, his eyes regaining their blue light, and opened his left palm. A line of destiny, not belonging to this era, slowly unfolded from his palm—that was...
The Annihilation Abyss Epoch: The Path of Fate: The Main Structure Seal.
He will, as the "true Epoch Origin," counter-prosecute this unrecorded fragment of the dead.
Even though he was severely injured and his Fate Soul was torn apart, he remained the only remaining brushstroke.
You're saying I haven't even started?
"Then let me write the final chapter for you myself."
The Fate Cause Master Seal, and the page slowly turns to the end.