The spatial rift expanded silently, and the surrounding sky seemed to be pulled apart by an invisible hand, presenting a strange spiral distortion. The clouds were torn into sharp vortexes, frantically swirling into the center of the rift.
Suddenly, a pale, almost transparent arm slowly emerged from the crack, its fingertips long and slender, yet etched with ancient and complex "causal runes" in minute detail. Each rune pulsed faintly, like the heartbeat of life. As the arm emerged, an aura that seemed to span billions of years pressed down on everyone, even freezing the surrounding air into a viscous, crystal-like substance, sealing off breathing and sound.
The six female disciples instantly felt their shadows become unusually heavy—they were no longer just shadows, but shackles shaped by "cause and effect," which began to drag them little by little into the crack.
"This is... the power of 'Causal Soul Seizes the Shadow'!" Hong Xiuxiang's eyes darkened. She had read about it in her sect's scriptures. It was a forbidden technique that could transcend space and directly imprison the "projected form" of the target, so that even the original body could not detect the source of the attack.
Within the crack, a pair of deep blue pupils slowly opened, like two ancient stars in the deep sea. Gazing into them, one felt as if their entire being would be drawn into that endless blue abyss. Along with that gaze, a pale arm gently clenched, and the light in the air instantly dimmed, even causing subtle cracks to appear in Hong Xiuxiang's Spirit Brocade Book Realm.
"Prepare—" Hong Xiuxiang called out in a low voice, turning the pages of her book. A page of "Brocade Words Seal the Clamor," burning with crimson flames, rose from the sea of books, abruptly severing the sense of being locked on. At the same time, swirling halos of spiritual runes rose around her, each halos reflecting the outlines of six female disciples, dispersing their presence into different spatial nodes.
The pair of emerald eyes in the crack narrowed slightly, as if it were showing interest in its prey for the first time. Slowly, it stepped out from the depths of darkness. The footsteps were silent, but with each step, a black ripple slowly spread through the void, crushing space, rules, and time into still, lifeless fragments wherever it passed.
At this moment, Hong Xiuxiang understood that this being was not only the mastermind behind the trap, but also a concept-level assassin from the depths of the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm, specifically hunting down intruders.
When that foot took its third step, the crack completely burst open, like a huge black water mirror shattering into trillions of fragments, overflowing with endless emerald-green light mist. The light mist was not ordinary energy, but countless tiny "soul particles," each carrying a precise lock on the target's state of existence, as unwavering as a star's orbit.
Its figure finally appeared—tall and slender, draped in a robe that seemed to be woven from the night sky and the deep sea. What emerged on the robe was not patterns, but a living "concept chain," twisting silently. Its face was blurred, the only thing that was clear was its pair of deep blue eyes, like an ancient and eternal abyss.
"The Annihilating Cause Palace Hunter..." Hong Xiuxiang uttered the name softly, her voice carrying a suppressed solemnity for the first time. She was one of the "Forbidden Travelers of the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm" recorded in the sect's ancient texts, whose instincts were to lock souls with cause and effect and erase existence.
The next instant, the Tower Hunter extended his right hand and lightly drew a line in the air—
The void was like a piece of silk that had been ripped open, with a straight line split open. But what flowed through this crack was not space, but the timelines of the six female disciples. Their births, cultivation, battles, injuries, laughter, and even their possible future deaths were all intertwined like shimmering threads of light, hanging in mid-air, and grabbed by the Tower Hunter.
"Sever—" Its voice was like the grinding of cold iron, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an undeniable absoluteness. The light threads began to disintegrate, turning into countless fragments of light, as if these women had never existed.
"Realm Words Book Seal Script - All-Realm Reverse Writing!"
Hong Xiuxiang suddenly raised her hand, and the Spirit Brocade Book Realm exploded in mid-air. Tens of thousands of scrolls of spiritual books turned their pages at the same time, and the pages turned into layers of light screens, directly "covering" the crack back to the original spatial logic. The time filament in the Tower Hunter's hand was actually forcibly written back to reality and reconnected to the existence of the six people.
But the Tower Hunter merely raised his hand slightly—
Boom!!!
The ground and sky of the entire area twisted simultaneously, as if heaven and earth had been turned upside down. A dark purple energy storm erupted above their heads, tearing open a black hole leading to nothingness and beginning to frantically suck everything in.
"Segmentation - Realm Spirit Fractal Formation!"
As soon as Hong Xiuxiang spoke, the six figures were instantly split into three illusory images, projected onto different spatial levels, barely avoiding being swallowed directly by the black hole.
However, the Tower Hunter's gaze never left her. His deep blue pupils suddenly narrowed to slits, and a cacophony of trillions of whispers echoed in the air—not from the outside world, but directly from the depths of each disciple's consciousness, attempting to dissolve them little by little through the concept of "self-denial."
Hong Xiuxiang gritted her teeth, clasped her hands together, and a line of large characters burning with golden flames slowly appeared in the center of the Spirit Brocade Book Realm:
"The Soul-Forgetting Brocade Words Record - Soul-Sealing Severed Realm!"
The entire space was dyed in gold and red, all whispers were forcibly suppressed, and for the first time, the Tower Hunter's figure showed a brief, ethereal fluctuation.
The moment the Tower Hunter was suppressed by the Soul-Sealing Severed Realm, space seemed to freeze briefly, but that was only the calm before the storm.
A vertical, dark abyss-like fissure slowly opened in its chest, revealing not flesh and blood, but a churning "abyss of cause and effect." Thousands upon thousands of causal chains twisted wildly like steel cables thrown into a sea of fire, each carrying the definition of a certain life form, weaving together into an unrecognizable, chaotic ocean.
Suddenly, a dark green conceptual storm erupted from the abyss rift—it was not wind, but an invisible torrent composed of "unrecorded history," instantly engulfing an area of dozens of miles.
The air, the rock walls, the vegetation, and even the ground beneath their feet all gradually became transparent, as if a layer of paint had been wiped away.
An even more terrifying fact has emerged—even their shadows are fading away little by little, as if the world has forgotten their existence.
"It has begun to use— the Hunt of World Erasure!" Hong Xiuxiang's eyes suddenly sharpened, her voice filled with a horror reminiscent of something only found in ancient records.
She suddenly waved her sleeve, and the pages of Realm Words Book Seal Script cascaded down like a waterfall, covering the entire battlefield into a sea of words. Each word became a "seal of existence," nailed to their souls, forcibly maintaining their stripped sense of existence.
But the Tower Hunter merely raised his hand indifferently.
Boom--!
The entire sky suddenly split open, transforming into an invisible giant maw that looked down upon them from above. That "maw of heaven" did not belong to any living being, but was a devouring interface woven from the original logic of the secret realm, capable of directly guiding targets into the void.
An invisible suction force descended, drawing away the sea of words in the Spirit Brocade Book Realm inch by inch, until the pages burned into ashes in the void.
"Senior Sister Hong, you can't hold on any longer!"
The voices of the two female disciples beside him began to tremble, their shadows disappeared even faster, and their outlines became blurred.
Hong Xiuxiang's gaze darkened, she clasped her hands together, and whispered the heaviest sentence:
"The Sole Book Ultimate Style - The Soul-Forgetting Brocade Words Record: Realm Lock!"
In an instant, countless burning golden chains erupted from the entire Spirit Brocade Book Realm, shooting straight to the Heavenly Gate and binding it together with the abyss-like rift in the Tower Hunter's chest. Each link of the chains was engraved with dense "existence runes," each rune shimmering with an extremely pure radiance.
The Tower Hunter let out its first deep roar, a sound of concepts colliding, which shattered the surrounding space like glass, revealing the outer layer of chaotic light.
A brief stalemate--
Then, the Heavenly Mouth suddenly collapsed into countless fragments and vanished. The abyss rift was suppressed by the golden lock until only a thin line remained, and the dark green light mist flowed back into its body like a tide.
The Tower Hunter took a step back in the space, its dark green pupils slightly contracting. The killing intent fixed on Hong Xiuxiang did not diminish, but instead became even deeper—as if it was assessing how to completely tear apart this woman who dared to defy it in its next move.
The thin mark on the Tower Hunter's chest did not last as long as others had imagined.
A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out from within it. The Ultimate by the golden chains, suddenly twisted, as if some indescribable creature were turning over inside, tearing apart every link of the restraints.
The next instant, the colors of the world were instantly stripped away—
Hong Xiuxiang and the other five female disciples suddenly realized that there was no longer any color, sound, or temperature around them, and even gravity and the sense of space had disappeared. They could no longer feel the ground beneath their feet, as if they were standing on an invisible "blank page".
The Conceptless Domain – This is the third hunting technique of the Tower Hunter, and a domain killing technique rarely seen deep within the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm.
Here--
Without direction, the causal chain is completely severed;
There was no time; even the intervals between heartbeats disappeared.
There was no external feedback whatsoever; even if the protective array flags were activated, the signal would be completely swallowed up by this domain.
All assistance is futile.
"Everyone, protect your Soul Sea! Don't let your name disappear!" Hong Xiuxiang's voice was calm and cold, but even she could feel that her Steady as a Mountain aura was being constantly eroded in this Conceptless Domain.
The Tower Hunter slowly raised his finger—it was a "World-Slaying Brush" formed by intertwined emerald light and black mist, as if it were a piece of primordial rune bone taken from nothingness.
Its pen tip barely touched the air—
Buzz!!!
The entire Conceptless Domain was like a boulder thrown into water, creating ripples of pitch black. Each ripple touched a space that erased the "name" of a life.
Before the two female disciples closest to the ripples could even utter a scream, their figures rapidly became transparent in everyone's eyes, disappearing completely in an instant without leaving a trace—as if they had never existed.
"Damn it— the Life Register Re-Engraving -Realm Words Book Seal Script!"
Hong Xiuxiang clenched her fists suddenly, and the Spirit Brocade Book Realm burned with platinum flames in the Conceptless Domain. The pages flew out, each page turning into a fragment of an ancient book, desperately engraving the "names" of the remaining four people into the Book of Fate in order to resist the annihilation of the ripples.
The ripples struck the Book of Fate, instantly unleashing a blinding white-gold impact, tearing the pages and the ripples apart and dissipating simultaneously.
However, this is only the first wave --
The abyssal rift in the Tower Hunter's chest suddenly opened completely, and a dark green vortex slowly rotated behind it, from which came the faint murmurs and cries of billions of living beings—the echoes of the existence of countless people it had erased.
Hong Xiuxiang's gaze sharpened, and her lips pursed slightly—she knew very well that the next attack would be its true killing blow.
The azure vortex fully bloomed behind the Tower Hunter, seemingly transforming this corner of the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm into a deep abyss. The boundary of the Conceptless Domain was torn open, and countless azure causal threads hung down from the vortex, like countless dying soul tentacles, silently swimming in the void.
"--Erase the World, Final Deletion."
The Tower Hunter uttered these three words softly from its lipless mouth, the sound seemingly not emanating from its body, but resounding directly from the very source of existence of every living being.
In an instant, the dark threads transformed into a dense rain of light, falling directly towards the six female disciples.
Hong Xiuxiang almost instinctively ignited all the pages of the Spirit Brocade Book Realm —each page transformed into a platinum-gold barrier, surrounding her and the others, constructing a protective array resembling an ancient heavenly court.
Light rain fell--
Boom!!!
The platinum barrier shattered upon contact with the first drop of light rain, transforming into billions of fragmented spiritual runes that scattered into the boundless void, instantly annihilated.
"Ah--!"
The two female disciples closest to Hong Xiuxiang were the first to be affected. Their bodies began to become transparent from their toes. Their flesh, clothes, and bones were silently peeled away in the eerie light, along with their names, memories, and traces of existence, all of which were pulled into the emerald vortex by the threads—leaving only an empty space, where even the aura of death Does Not Exist.
The three on the other side attempted to retreat, only to find that the space no longer belonged to them; even the concept of "retreat" had been erased. Ethereal threads of light coiled around their throats, hearts, and seas of consciousness like serpents. The next instant, their outlines in Hong Xiuxiang's eyes transformed into blurry mist, then into wisps of eerie dust, drifting into the abyss vortex—
--As if it had never been born.
In just a few breaths, all six people except Hong Xiuxiang were completely erased, leaving no corpses, no souls, and no clues.
She was left alone in the Conceptless Domain, suspended on a lonely island in the boundless void, surrounded by indescribable silence and emptiness.
The Tower Hunter's deep blue eyes slowly turned to her, as if admiring a prey that was about to be caught.
Hong Xiuxiang lowered her eyes, her fingertips slowly tightening around the last burning page of the book.
"Now that I'm the only one left, I'll end this hunt."