Soul Silence Falling Star · No Return from the Tomb Domain

The dark world seemed to freeze for a moment, but then exploded into a raging torrent of slaughter.

From above, the entire eerie realm was swallowed up by countless Annihilation Source Realm · Initial Stage, resembling a flowing Sea of Form, densely packed, churning with an aura of decay and resentment. Their forms were not entirely solid; their translucent soul essence twisted in the Netherworld light, black soul liquid dripping from their cracked mouths, and crimson death flames burning in their eye sockets. Above, purplish-black lightning intertwined with torn spatial rifts, from which Netherworld storms swept down, carrying shattered soul bones and broken artifact fragments like blood-red snowflakes.

Qin Yu and Wang Yuan stood at the center of this vortex of slaughter, surrounded by a black tide of ghostly figures rushing towards them. Within moments, more than twenty cultivators around them had been swallowed up, their screams fading into eerie echoes; some had their Soul Rend by dozens of small ghosts, turning into ashes, their very forms and spirits devoured; others hadn't even had time to activate their defenses before being erased from existence, leaving only scattered armor and a lingering, unwilling howl. Blood mist and fragments of shattered souls intertwined in the air, making the entire battlefield resemble a blood-red scroll of apocalypse.

"Kill!" Qin Yu roared, Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword was suddenly drawn. The sword blade tore through the void, like an annihilation rift that split the sky. Wherever it passed, the ghostly figures shattered like glass, turning into stardust and being swallowed by the Annihilation wind. With each strike, the void emitted a low cracking sound, as if the foundation of the world was collapsing under his sword.

Wang Yuan stood to Qin Yu's left, Only Book Realm suddenly unfolded. Countless characters burning with golden-white flames shot into the sky from his palm, and the scroll floating in the air spread out like the heavens. Each word was a judgment of death. The names of those little ghosts burned to ashes in the air and were directly erased from the chapter of "existence". In the next instant, their souls collapsed like shadows without support and disappeared into nothingness.

But the slaughter did not slow down; instead, it became even more frenzied. More ghostly hordes surged out from the cracks and underground, overlapping and completely blocking the two's escape route. The ground churned into waves of bones under the impact, and the void beneath their feet collapsed like glass, threatening to swallow them into Endless Abyss at any moment.

Qin Yu and Wang Yuan stood back to back, their sword light and scrolls intertwining to form a dazzling yet despairing river, carving a bloody path through the black tide. The annihilating radiance of the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword and the burning flames of the Only Book Realm intersected in the air, like two bolts of lightning of different colors tearing the sky apart simultaneously—one Annihilation all existence, the other erasing all destiny.

Their breathing was heavy, and the killing intent around them surged like a tangible force. Every step forward was forced forward by treading on mountains of corpses and Soul Sea. Behind them, blood mist and shattered souls churned in the lightning, and the blood-red water on the ground reflected the afterimages of the two charging figures, as if the whole world was witnessing how they broke through the deadly abyss to find a way out.

Finally, after dozens of clashes and bombardments, amidst the roars of countless ghostly figures and the sounds of soul explosions, they forcibly tore open a gap leading to the core of the graveyard. At the end of that gap lay a Netherworld -black abyss—unknown, terrifying, yet the only glimmer of hope.

The entire battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment, only to be swallowed up again by an even more turbulent wave of slaughter in the next instant.

The darkness beyond the breach was like a gaping maw, swallowing all sound and light from the battlefield. Qin Yu and Wang Yuan stepped in, and the ghostly tide that crashed shut behind them receded like a raging tsunami, replaced by a chilling, deathly silence.

The air here was so thick it was almost solidified; every breath felt like inhaling molten lead, so heavy it made their chests ache. There was no wind, yet an invisible pressure pressed in from all directions, as if the entire space were a living coffin, slowly burying them in an abyss.

The ground was covered with bones of unknown age; some had turned into fine dust, dissipating like smoke with the slightest step; others remained in their dying poses, weapons still attached to their bones, rusted yet still gleaming with a chilling sharpness. A layer of purplish-black vines grew on the walls and ceiling, their veins flowing with a dim fluorescence, like the slow flow of the blood of the dead.

What's even more suffocating is that with every step taken, a whisper, faint and distant, echoes in your ears—a sound like crying, laughter, or curses. The voices seem to resonate directly in the depths of your soul, audible without relying on your ears. They whisper ancient, incomprehensible words, with an intention to gradually strip the listener of their "existence."

The light source ahead came from the very center of the cemetery—a colossal bronze coffin, so tall its top invisible, half-embedded in the ground like the remains of an ancient god. The coffin was riddled with cracks, each emanating a ghostly green mist that flowed slowly in the darkness like spilled blood. The light was not warm; instead, it carried a chilling, soul-piercing aura. If one gazed at it for even a moment, one's soul would be drawn into the coffin, as if some incredibly ancient and indescribable being were staring back at them.

Qin Yu and Wang Yuan locked eyes, both seeing deep wariness and a sense of oppression in each other's eyes—they knew that this was the true heart of the Spectral Ghost Cemetery, and any wrong step could lead to their burial here without even leaving a trace.

In this deathly, oppressive atmosphere, the cracks on the surface of the bronze coffin suddenly trembled almost imperceptibly, as if awakened from an ancient slumber by some force. Then, a low, almost indistinguishable rumble came from the depths of the earth—not a sound, but a tremor felt by both bones and soul, as if the very foundation of the tomb was responding to some ancient call.

The bronze reliefs on the coffin lid—those ferocious beast faces, long since blurred by the erosion of time—slowly began to writhe at this moment, their eyes flashing with a green glimmer deeper than the ghostly light. As the light converged, the void in front of the coffin was suddenly torn apart as if by a sharp blade, creating a pitch-black spatial rift.

From the crack, the first thing to emerge was a giant scythe, ancient in design yet seemingly forged from a single piece of abyssal iron marrow—its blade slightly curved, with wandering soul flames swirling around its edge, each movement carrying a cold light that seemed to cut through time and cause and effect. The scythe gently touched the ground, causing the surrounding bones to tremble and emit a crisp sound that was both crying and laughing.

Immediately afterwards, a towering figure, almost touching the top of the head, slowly stepped out from the crack. It was a being clad in shattered Xuanming battle armor; the body beneath the armor plates was not flesh and blood, but rather pieced together from countless jet-black soul bones, with inky liquid flowing between the bone seams, like solidified night. On its head wore a broken bone crown, upon which three dark red gems resembled the pupils of dead stars, cold and indifferent, staring down upon all intruders.

His breathing was like the wind sweeping over thousands of ancient tombs, carrying the scent of decay and desolation; and with each exhale, the Netherworld aura in the air would suddenly thicken several times over.

That is—the powerful guardian of the Spectral Ghost Cemetery.

No one knew how long he had existed, nor whether he still retained human consciousness. At this moment, Qin Yu and Wang Yuan simultaneously had an instinctive realization—this aura had far surpassed the Limit of the Annihilation Source Realm and was approaching the Severed Observation · High Stage.

The powerful tomb guardian slowly raised his scythe, the blade tracing a ghostly green line in the air, leaving a lingering crack in the void. A deep, hoarse voice emanated from his mouth—not words, but an ancient curse that penetrated directly into the soul:

"The items in the grave... must not be taken away."

The temperature in the cemetery plummeted to a bone-chilling low in an instant.

The jet-black scythe, enveloped in eerie green soul flames, resembled a crescent moon cleaving through a galaxy, slashing down with a low, soul-shaking groan. In that instant, the light of the entire graveyard was completely swallowed up, leaving only this eerie green trail that ripped through the heavens and earth—it was not a simple attack, but a death sentence that severed even space, time, and causality.

A flash of azure light appeared in Qin Yu's eyes, and Azure Ring shot out from between his brows, transforming into nine layers of overlapping rings. Each ring rotated like a fragment of a galaxy, radiating a brilliant blue light that reflected the Soul Realm.

[Azure Ring - Realm-Overturning Primordial Cosmos] suddenly unfolded - an endless silent universe spread across the graveyard, and the entire space was instantly compressed into a state of "Unborn" death, even the dust floating in the air lost its trace of existence. The scene seemed to turn from color to black and white, leaving only the cold light slowly flowing in the ring.

At the same time, an ancient scroll woven from countless spiritual runes appeared in Wang Yuan's hand—

The Only Book Realm of the Ultimate Realm suddenly opened, and golden characters on the pages soared into the sky, cascading into the void like a waterfall. Each character rewrote the rules of this space. The golden stream of characters converged into a pillar of light that reached the heavens, forcefully carving the word "Stop" into the trajectory of the tomb guardian's scythe. At that moment, the trajectory of the eerie green scythe seemed to freeze, and the soul flames on its edge trembled violently, emitting a piercing shriek.

But the tomb guardian only trembled slightly, and a spiderweb-like spatial rift appeared on the scythe. The next moment, it shattered the light word blockade and rushed towards the two with a devastating backlash.

Qin Yu's expression remained unchanged as the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword in his hand pierced through the air.

[Sever the Epoch Without a Trace] -- With a flash of the sword, the surrounding scene shattered into countless floating mirrors, each reflecting the different movements of the tomb guardian. As Qin Yu took a step forward, these mirrors simultaneously broke, transforming into countless silver sword beams that slashed back, forcefully cutting the eerie green scythe into countless tiny energy fragments, forming a dazzling storm of light in the air, like the Milky Way being disrupted by a blade.

The armor of the tomb guardian burst open with fiery cracks during the barrage of attacks, splashing out inky liquid that transformed into howling ghostly shadows in the air, lunging towards Qin Yu and Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan let out a cold shout, clasped his hands together, and the last page of the golden ancient book suddenly burst into flames, transforming into a giant golden dragon—the dragon's roar reverberated throughout the tomb, each sound causing countless ghosts to vanish into golden light in mid-air, the scene resembling millions of Xingyun into the abyss, erupting with a roar and a rain of light.

Taking advantage of the situation, Qin Yu raised his hand, Azure Ring suddenly switched—

[Annihilate the Soul and Draw the Dawn]

A bright blue soul sun rose from the void, its radiance not of warmth, but of utter annihilation, enveloping the entire body of the tomb guardian. Where the radiance fell, countless cracks instantly appeared on the soul bones, like invisible chains tearing away its existence. The eerie green soul flames within the tomb guardian's body twisted violently, turning into countless fragments of light, which were slowly drawn by the bright blue soul sun and cast into the abyss of the Realm Splitting Bugui.

Even so, the oppressive feeling had not completely dissipated—the powerful tomb guardian, on the verge of collapse, raised his scythe, preparing to launch an even more terrifying counterattack. The atmosphere at the core of the entire tomb instantly shifted from gloomy to utterly terrifying.

The eerie green soul flames suddenly compressed onto the scythe, transforming into a rotating, pitch-black singularity. In an instant, all the surrounding light and color were completely absorbed, and even sound vanished. That was the Chaos Tomb Domain - Soul Silence Falling Star - dragging the entire core space of the tomb and the Soul Realm into a lightless abyss. All existence was pulled toward this destructive singularity, like a starry sea overturning.

As the singularity spun, the void exploded into spiraling cracks, the edges of which flickered with arcs of eerie green and pitch black electricity. Each arc struck down, accompanied by the agonizing screams of shattered souls. The ground of the graveyard collapsed violently, and colossal skeletons, dormant for countless years, surged out from the cracks, twisted and distorted by the singularity's suction into vortexes of broken bones, which then swirled around the powerful guardian of the grave like weapons.

Qin Yu's eyes turned cold. The Azure Ring spun rapidly between his brows. As the nine ring shadows overlapped, the azure radiance and annihilation patterns merged into a ring blade with the Boundless Realm sharpness.

[Azure Ring - Silent Realm Returns to the Beginning - Fate's Existence Completely Covers All] Outburst --

As the ring blade sliced through the void, the colors of the entire cemetery were instantly stripped away, turning into a still image of black and white. The suction force of the singularity seemed to be choked at this moment, and began to tremble violently. The nine consecutive annihilation light streams overlapped layer by layer. Each strike seemed to tear off a part of the guardian's existence, from destiny to soul consciousness, from foundation to memory, all collapsing completely.

Wang Yuan stood to Qin Yu's side and slightly behind, Only Book Realm completely consumed by the flames.

[The Sole Book Ultimate Style: Soul-Forgetting Brocade Words Record]

Countless golden pages transformed into a sea of light, sealing the area around the singularity into an absolute "book realm." Within this realm, the rules were rewritten by Wang Yuan's brushstrokes. "This place has no souls, no tombs, Nameless."

As this sentence was etched into the void, the rotation of the singularity suddenly stopped, as if its reason for existence had been erased. The ghostly green soul flame began to collapse in reverse, turning into countless tiny specks of light that drifted into the boundless Silent Realm.

The tomb guardian let out a final, deep roar that shattered his very bones. His scythe shattered, his armor crumbled, and his form was simultaneously swallowed by the light of annihilation and the radiance of the Book Realm, transforming into a shadow that no longer existed in the void.

But the aftershocks of the battlefield did not stop.

Above the collapsed core of the cemetery, eerie green soul flames intertwined with golden spiritual runes, forming a breathtaking celestial spectacle. Countless abyssal rifts split open beneath the earth, and black mist and torrents of shattered bones surged forth like an apocalyptic flood, engulfing all the invaders who had failed to evacuate in time. The entire cemetery, amidst the roar and stillness, fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Qin Yu knelt on the shattered bone platform, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, his breathing extremely disordered; Wang Yuan's face was as pale as paper, the burning of the Only Book Realm made him feel as if he had lost half of his soul weight, but in their eyes there was the same sharpness - they had survived and shattered the most terrifying tomb guardian in this tomb domain.