As if sensing Qin Yu's probing, the surrounding array mist surged and boiled, and large swathes of gray-white causal chains were pulled out from the sea of mist, like invisible fangs, fiercely attacking Qin Yu's consciousness, attempting to drag his consciousness directly into the core of the array and annihilate it.
Qin Yu's brow furrowed slightly, and the illusory image of the Book of Fate Law slowly unfolded in his hand. He uttered a cold, chilling voice in a low voice—
"Three Forms of Fate Construction Cause and Effect Deconstruction!"
Instantly, a circle of eerie green life-structure ripples spread out from him, and the surrounding space instantly shattered into countless fragments of causal light. The chains were directly dissected into pieces, suspended in mid-air, briefly tearing open a corner of the mist. Through that gap, several figures tightly bound by chains came into view—it was none other than several senior brothers from the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall!
However, the mist seemed to be thoroughly enraged. A deep, nightmare-like howl echoed through the heavens and earth, and a tidal wave of Illusory Spirits suddenly surged from the depths of the mist—billions of soul shadows, carrying the sharp edge of rules, rushed forward, each one carrying the power to obliterate the sea of consciousness.
Qin Yu brought two fingers together, and the Seal of Fate-Cause appeared in his palm.
"Fate Cause Master Seal Cause-Determining Silent Judgment!"
In the void, invisible marks intertwined like chains of Star Abyss, instantly solidifying this space, freezing the flow of the Illusory Spirits tide, and causing all its causal fluctuations to completely stop.
In that instant of solidification, Qin Yu stomped his foot, and the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword flew out from his sea of consciousness, its blade as deep as an abyss, unleashing a silent storm of annihilation.
"Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword - Sever the Realm, Leaving No Name!"
With a flash of sword light, it was as if the name of the entire formation was completely erased from the world. The foundation of the mist was directly severed, turning into countless shattered void patterns that fell into the abyss.
The moment the formation collapsed, the trapped disciples of the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall fell to the ground, their expressions still shaken, yet their eyes filled with gratitude and awe for Qin Yu.
The fragments of light from the broken formation were still drifting in the air, like billions of stardust falling silently. The cold light shining through the cracks in the center of the formation illuminated the faces of the disciples of the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall. Their breathing was still not calm, as if a ferocious beast was roaring wildly in their chests.
"Senior Brother Qin... you..." One of the disciples' voices trembled, his eyes filled with shock as well as a deep-seated awe.
They witnessed it with their own eyes—the array that was powerful enough to trap and kill cultivators at the Annihilation Dawn Realm was like a fragile paper drawing in Qin Yu's hands, peeled away layer by layer by him with three consecutive annihilation powers. The ripples from the moment the Cause and Effect Deconstruction made them clearly feel that their own existence was being redefined; Cause-Determining Silent Judgment froze the Illusory Spirits tide, the ruthless sense of rule locking felt as if even their heartbeats were being imprisoned; and Sever the Realm, Leaving No Name, the entire array disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed at all.
Another disciple swallowed hard and murmured, "This... is something Logic Realm Realm · Initial Stage can do?" His eyes trembled slightly, and the way he looked at Qin Yu was completely different from that of ordinary fellow disciples—it was the look he gave an elder, or even an untouchable being.
Some people were kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, recalling the pain of their sea of consciousness being torn apart when they were invaded by the Illusory Spirits tide. Looking at the calm Qin Yu in front of them, they felt that this senior brother's back was like an unmoving Silent Abyss Mountain, so stable that it made them feel at ease.
The air around them still carried the oppressive feeling left by the broken formation. The space felt as if it had been through a storm ravaged by a giant beast. Every speck of dust and spiritual energy reminded them that this was real, and that the person who had saved them was someone who could truly stand at the forefront of the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm.
In the silence after the formation was broken, the rescued disciples of the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall were still adjusting their breathing, their eyes still filled with fear. Just then, two core disciples at the Severed Observation Realm · Supreme slowly stepped forward, their gazes steady yet probing.
One of them spoke, his voice low and metallic. "How long have you been trapped here? And what set up this formation?"
Another disciple at the Severed Observation Realm gazed at the remnants left by the shattered mist, narrowing his eyes slightly. "The construction of this formation... is not the kind of work commonly seen in the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm; it carries an aura of 'foreign logic.' Before you were trapped, did you see anything unusual?"
The rescued disciples exchanged glances, their throats bobbing, seemingly unsure where to begin. Hong Xiuxiang stepped forward, her voice gentle yet reassuring. "Don't rush, tell us the whole story from the beginning. We need to understand what's lurking here."
Wang Yuan crossed his arms and added in a deep voice, "If the formation here can trap you, it can trap even more people. Before you were trapped, did you notice any signs that the formation was about to activate? For example, changes in the energy flow or fluctuations in your consciousness?"
One of the older core disciples took a deep breath before slowly speaking, "We were originally tracking an extremely faint wisp of spiritual energy, which seemed to be guiding us forward. But as soon as we stepped into this misty region, the space beneath our feet seemed to be reversed... The next moment, we were dragged into the formation."
Another person added, "Inside, the perception of time was completely distorted. We didn't know how much time had passed; we could only feel our consciousness being peeled away, our souls being dragged to an invisible place... If it weren't for Senior Brother Qin's timely appearance, we would probably have perished here long ago."
Even at the end, their expressions still betrayed lingering fear, as if the feeling of being completely "erased" from the formation still echoed in their hearts.
Qin Yu at the edge of the mist, a sharp pain surging deep within his consciousness. The feeling was not ordinary pressure, but rather like an invisible hand tearing at his sea of consciousness bit by bit. In the distance, countless invisible cracks seemed to be spreading in the void. With each pulse, the surrounding spatial particles distorted, and the logical flow of light was peeled away layer by layer, revealing an abyss of pitch-black nothingness.
He turned around, his gaze as sharp as a knife fixed on Wang Yuan, his voice low and restrained, yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Senior Brother Wang Yuan, you should lead the other senior brothers away from here and find a safe place to heal their wounds."
As he spoke, a faint blue light flickered between Qin Yu's brows, as if he were using some profound perception to track the approaching aura. He slightly raised his chin, a cold glint appearing deep in his eyes, and lowered his tone even further:
"I sense... a powerful force is rapidly approaching."
This short sentence seemed to ignite an invisible cold current in the air—the surrounding temperature plummeted, several broken dark golden arcs of electricity flashed across the mist, and the space seemed to emit a barely audible mournful sound.
Wang Yuan frowned, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but under Qin Yu's almost razor-sharp gaze, he took a deep breath and slowly nodded.
"Okay, Senior Brother Qin, be careful."
With a wave of his right hand, his Annihilation Abyss Soul Power surged like a tide, enveloping the several Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall senior brothers who had just been rescued in a deep, dark light curtain. The light curtain was like a torn galaxy, its eerie light carrying a strong aura of annihilation. It crashed through the surrounding mist barrier, transforming into a dark rainbow that disappeared into the end of the void.
The moment they departed, the space beneath Qin Yu's feet began to collapse slightly, and layers of fine light fragments rippled in the void beneath his toes, as if stirred by the breath of an invisible behemoth. In the distance, the power had not yet manifested, yet it had already caused the logic of heaven and earth to spontaneously collapse, as if everything that existed was making way for it—whether it was living beings or the rules themselves.
Qin Yu stood alone at the edge of the swirling mist. The sound of the wind had vanished, leaving only the heavy pulse deep within his sea of consciousness, like ancient war drums, counting down to an unavoidable collision.
Deep within the mist, the spatial fluctuations suddenly became heavy, as if some enormous object was slowly moving, its presence causing the heavens and earth themselves to emit a low groan.
Hong Xiuxiang stood half a step behind Qin Yu, her eyes reflecting the layers of mist that had been torn apart in the distance. Her lips parted slightly, her voice soft yet carrying a barely perceptible tremor:
Is it coming?
Qin Yu didn't turn around, his eyes fixed on what lay ahead. The azure light between his brows deepened, as if he were staring at something unseen. His voice was low and crisp, like a drawn sword.
"Pay attention."
As soon as the words were spoken, a heavy pressure that seemed to cut off breathing suddenly surged in the air. The two Severed Observation Realm · Supreme, took half a step forward at the same time. Their auras instantly rose to their peak, and the space around their bodies distorted like water being hit by a boulder, creating large ripples.
The first senior brother at the Severed Observation Realm raised one hand, and a purple-gold pillar of light suddenly shot out from the depths of his sea of consciousness, transforming into a giant battle spirit ape that was a thousand feet tall. Its eyes were like burning stars, and its muscles were covered with shimmering cracks and runes. Every breath it took seemed to tear space apart, and its roar shook the sea of mist to shatter.
The aura of Annihilation Abyss emanating from the second senior brother at the Severed Observation Realm suddenly surged. Behind him, a pitch-black battle monument appeared, his Innate Martial Soul "Severed Abyss Stele Shadow" standing tall in the void, like the Ultimate judge of cause and effect. The surface of the monument was covered with countless runes, radiating a destructive light that was impossible to look directly at. As soon as the monument appeared, the surrounding mist automatically retreated, as if afraid of the name of annihilation engraved on it.
The two Innate Martial Soul stood on either side of Qin Yu, their auras intertwining and slightly blocking the approaching unknown force.
However—deep within the misty sea, the approaching entity did not pause in the slightest. Instead, as if provoked, its aura suddenly exploded, bringing with it a roar like invisible thunder, making every breath incredibly difficult.
Qin Yu's fingertips slowly caressed the hilt of the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword, the cold light in his eyes already transforming into a sharp edge ready to be unleashed.
From the depths of the foggy sea, a voice suddenly echoed, as if whispering since the dawn of the universe, carrying an ineffable antiquity and indifference. The approaching aura finally tore through the mist, revealing its form—
It was an existence that was almost impossible to describe in ordinary language.
He was completely enveloped in an obsidian robe forged from stars, every inch of the robe's dark gold patterns resembling the latitude and longitude lines of the universe. In the shimmering light, it was as if billions of stars were breathing, flashing, and annihilating on his body.
Where the head is, there are no facial features, no face, only a vast and Ultimate sea of stars—an endless void that forms its own universe, where stars slowly revolve, and occasionally a streak of light flashes by, bringing with it a low murmur that seems to come from another end of time and space.
His right hand was slightly raised, his palm holding a spinning seven-colored vortex—not mere light, but a dimensional vortex folded and compressed into a singularity. With each rotation of the vortex, billions of miniature universes were born, collapsed, and turned to dust within it. Deep within the vortex, a chilling iridescent light shimmered, capable of freezing one's soul, as if a mere tremor could erase all that had ever been written.
Behind him was a black dome that resembled a temple combined with an abyss, with countless crystal chandeliers and chains of light hanging down. The light was not for illumination, but rather like fragments of time frozen by his will, suspended in mid-air, never to dissipate.
As he took a step forward, the entire logical chain of the space trembled—his footsteps were silent, yet they seemed to tread directly on everyone's consciousness and Fate Soul, forcing their hearts to stop and their breathing to become unbalanced.
It was an indescribable sense of oppression—a sense of non-proposition, non-logic, beyond conception, writing, and prophecy. This was the embodiment of the Source of Epochless.