Dao Shadow Soldiers · Annihilation Judgment

The Dream Color Hall fell into a deathly silence. The seven-colored sea of light, like a extinguished flame, gradually receded, turning into countless mottled light fragments suspended in the void. Hong Xiuxiang's aura became disordered, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the Spirit Brocade Book Realm in her sea of consciousness also cracked due to the Limit clash. Countless book pages and their soul shadows dimmed, as if they might collapse at any moment.

However, at that very moment, an ancient resonance suddenly resounded from the depths of the Dream Color Hall, as if some supreme logic that had been dormant for billions of years had been awakened. The fragments of light from the tattered pages suddenly gathered and condensed into an ancient and vast spiritual book in front of her. The runes engraved on its surface had long surpassed the scope of runes she was familiar with. It was a forbidden chapter above "The Only Book Realm - Supreme", carrying an irresistible sense of destiny.

The scroll opened, releasing a radiant flame powerful enough to shake the entire Dream Color Hall, transforming into countless flowing symbols as if writing everything in heaven and earth into it. The flame surged into Hong Xiuxiang's Spirit Brocade Book Realm like a tidal wave, forcibly repairing the cracks in its soul pages, and even inlaying unprecedented mysterious golden seals between the cracks.

Hong Xiuxiang felt a sudden explosion in her sea of consciousness, as an unparalleled power surged in, and her Spirit Brocade Book Realm underwent a complete transformation in that instant:

The sea of books expands to infinity; the billions of pages are no longer merely constructs of the soul, but a supreme realm of books that uses the Tao as ink and time and space as paper. Each page of a book can carry the concept of a world, and each turn of the page can rewrite cause and effect.

Deep within her Spirit Brocade Book Realm, a completely new ultimate technique quietly emerges:

The Sole Book Ultimate Style: Annihilation Chapter

Definition: This ability uses one's own spiritual book to contain the entire scroll of destiny, writing down the fate of both the enemy and oneself, then annihilating them together within the pages. The enemy's fate is locked at the moment the book is completed, unable to escape, while Hong Xiuxiang, at the cost of her soul's blood, is also written upon it. It can only be used under extreme circumstances.

When this ultimate technique is activated, the boundless sea of books surges and billions of pages soar into the air, transforming the sky into a swirling ocean of literature. The enemy will find that their future, past, and present have all been transformed into pages of text, forcibly frozen in time. As the last page burns out, the enemy 'Fate Soul and the book's title are simultaneously annihilated.

Countless seas of books floated in the air, like a collapsing galaxy at the end of the world. The pages transformed into a rain of light that enveloped the enemy, and the world seemed to have become a giant "Book of Doomsday." When the final stroke fell, the entire world Annihilation.

The saying goes, "I write your fate, your fate turns to ashes. Once you enter my book, you will surely be buried in the Book of Calamity."

Hong Xiuxiang's consciousness trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze completely different from before. The echo of that new power resonated deep within her soul, and she understood that this was the most terrifying move bestowed upon her by the Dream Color Hall.

The entire Dream Color Hall Entering Stillness, as if the trial had come to an end. The seven-colored light completely subsided, leaving only a vast and deathly quiet palace. Hong Xiuxiang stood in the center, her clothes torn, her expression cold, but a barely perceptible sneer appeared on her lips.

She knew that she possessed an Ultimate card that even the pinnacle of the Severed Observation Realm would fear.

The gates of the Dream Color Hall slowly opened with a roar. The heavy gates moved like a mountain, exuding an ancient and imposing aura. The remaining seven-colored light inside poured out through the cracks in the gate, like a celestial river that had stopped flowing, illuminating the entire square outside the palace.

The elders and disciples of the Dawn Cloud First Hall all looked over and saw a slender yet resolute figure walking out from the depths of the light. Hong Xiuxiang's steps were slow and steady. Her robes were tattered and mottled, her temples were slightly disheveled, and a few drops of blood seeped from her forehead, but she was not at all disheveled. Instead, she carried a cold aura as if she had emerged from the dead.

With each step she took, faint phantom images of book pages appeared beneath her feet, rippling like water and radiating a mysterious Daoist glow. The sound of "books" echoed in the void from time to time, as if billions of ancient books were being turned at the same time, bringing an invisible sense of pressure that made onlookers involuntarily hold their breath.

"Senior Sister Hong!"

Several female disciples looked delighted and rushed forward. Their eyes were filled with awe and worry, as if they wanted to ask but dared not speak.

Elder Liu Mei gazed at her, her eyes complex and profound. She could see that although Hong Xiuxiang was injured, the aura of "the Sole Book Ultimate Realm" emanating from her was different from before she entered the hall. It was a sharpness that transcended life and death, as if what she held in her hands was not just ink and brush, but a scroll that could rewrite the order of heaven and earth.

Hong Xiuxiang nodded gently, saying nothing more, only saying, "The hall is quiet now; the trial is over."

Having said that, she slowly raised her hand, a wisp of residual seven-colored light emanating from her fingertips before completely dissipating in the wind, as if the breathtaking clash had been nothing but a dream. Only the fleeting glint in her eyes testified to everything she had experienced in the palace.

Elder Liu Mei felt a slight tremor in her heart, but ultimately did not press the matter. Instead, she softly instructed, "Alright, since the hall is closed, return to the ranks."

Hong Xiuxiang nodded, standing shoulder to shoulder with her fellow disciples. She appeared calm, yet exuded a chilling and awe-inspiring aura. When the disciples from other halls looked at her, a hint of fear crept into their eyes, as if they instinctively understood that this woman had already received the true gift of the Dream Color Hall.

The inner sanctuary fell silent once more, leaving only the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace standing there, as if it had witnessed the rise and fall of countless people.

As time passed, many of the palaces within the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace began to rumble one after another. Each loud bang marked the end of a trial.

On the east side, a palace gate covered with black iron chains slowly opened, and the disciples of the Crimson Annihilation Divine Gate staggered out, their bodies radiating the charred aura of flames, as if they had undergone a trial of being burned to the core within the palace. Although none of them had perished, their eyes had become even more sinister, as if their souls had been reshaped by the flames.

In the south, a palace paved with white bones cracked open, and several disciples of the Ming Yuan Ghost Palace slowly emerged. Their auras were extremely cold, and their skin was faintly covered with gray-white ghost patterns, as if they had been forced to fight against endless dead souls in the palace. Some had numb faces, and some had crazed eyes, but without exception, their bodies trembled slightly due to the backlash of the power.

In the north, a frost-covered temple suddenly burst forth with an icy blue light, and the disciples of the Profound Frost Sacred Hall stepped out. Each step carried a bone-chilling cold, and cracks appeared in the air, freezing the void. The test within the temple was clearly related to the "Frost Ultimate Realm." Although they Anran, their faces were deathly pale, and their souls seemed to have been cleansed by the cold, carrying a deathly indifference.

Following closely behind, the disciples of the Eternal Night Observatory Pavilion emerged from a dark and gloomy hall. Their eyes were completely different from before they entered the hall; they were as black as ink, as if they carried the eternity of the night. Their aura was so calm that it was almost suffocating, but this also made them more elusive, as if they could vanish into nothingness and disappear into the darkness at any moment.

Finally, several disciples of the Annihilation Dream Sacred Hall emerged from a dreamlike hall interwoven with light and mist. Each of them had eyes that shimmered with an unusual iridescent light, and their footsteps left behind afterimages of dreams, as if they had easily broken down the boundary between reality and illusion.

In the arena, disciples from various halls gathered, hundreds standing on the vast front plaza of the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace. A strong contrast permeated the air: some carried the ferocity of slaughter, some carried a cold, deathly light, and some emitted an unfathomable darkness... Among them, Hong Xiuxiang and several female disciples from the Dawn Cloud First Hall stood out, their seven-colored radiance as clear as the sunset, highlighting the coldness and cruelty of the other halls.

Qin Yu stood at the back of the crowd, his gaze slowly sweeping across them. He saw the changes after the various palaces had been baptized, and he saw that these geniuses, who were once fellow "entrants to the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm," had undergone earth-shattering transformations in their demeanor after just one palace trial.

The plaza of the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace was now like a vortex gathering a storm. Hundreds of pairs of eyes clashed and intertwined, filled with killing intent, vigilance, greed, and repression. Everyone knew that the real struggle had not yet begun; the final battle after the trial would be the most brutal test.

In the front hall plaza inside the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace, disciples from different temples and clans have gathered. They have all been approved by the guardian statues of the palace to enter this place—therefore, the atmosphere here is more solemn and pure than outside, and those gathered here are the best of the best.

An indescribable tension filled the air.

The disciples of the Crimson Annihilation Divine Gate were surrounded by deep red embers, as if they had emerged from a fiery inferno. Some wielded Crimson Abyss Bone Swords, the blades bearing the blazing runes left from the trials within the hall; with each swing, the void seemed to steam.

The disciples of the Ming Yuan Ghost Palace were extremely cold and sinister. Their bodies were covered with faint gray-white ghost patterns, each line seemingly connected to the Netherworld. Some of them had translucent ghostly figures floating behind them, their eyes lifeless and dull, as if their souls had long been corroded by death energy.

The disciples of the Profound Frost Sacred Hall exuded an aura of bone-chilling cold, their bodies covered in ice crystals. After emerging from the temple, their gazes seemed frozen by eternal frost, devoid of any extraneous emotions. Someone casually exhaled, and the void froze inch by inch, covered by an icy blue radiance.

The disciples of the Eternal Night Observatory Pavilion were even more unsettling. They stood at the edge of the plaza, seemingly about to merge with the darkness at any moment. With each blink, their figures would overlap with the night, making it impossible to distinguish whether they were real or merely illusions. The power emanating from them was silent and profound, yet each of them was like a lurking blade, ready to tear everything apart at the slightest movement.

The disciples of the Annihilation Dream Sacred Hall emerged from the Hall of Dream Colors, their figures seemingly shrouded in a seven-colored dream light, their every step flowing with a mirror-like radiance. Each gaze carried an elusive, dreamlike quality, as if reality and illusion had long since become indistinguishable in their eyes.

Most striking were the Hong Xiuxiang of the Dawn Cloud First Hall, along with their elders and fellow disciples. Their robes were adorned with vibrant, shimmering light, resembling blooming goddesses. Dreamlike radiance intertwined around them, forming runes that seemed to record and protect them. Compared to the coldness, bloodshed, and icy chill of the other halls, they appeared both pure and radiant, like a ray of colorful light in the darkness of this secret realm.

All the disciples were watching each other. No one spoke, but their eyes were filled with wariness and probing. There were no weaklings here; everyone who entered was a core member carefully nurtured by their respective temples. Gathered together now, it was like having countless sharp swords erected in the same narrow space, where even the slightest friction could trigger a cataclysmic collision.

Around the plaza, the stone walls inside the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace shimmered with ancient blue patterns. Each pattern seemed to be scrutinizing everyone, drawing them into some grander game of strategy.

Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang stood facing each other. Although they did not reveal much of their aura, they still appeared extremely composed in this oppressive atmosphere. Qin Yu's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes shining deeply, as if he were silently deducing the next turn of events.

Hong Xiuxiang Xiang's eyes were clear and bright, and the light of dreams flowed around her, making her seem as if she were independent of the world, but she was also secretly wary of every aura around her.

Meanwhile, outside the palace, those cultivators who had failed to gain the approval of the palace's guardian statues were still lingering. Some were resentful, some were secretly angry, and others greedily watched the disciples who had already entered the palace, wondering if they still had a chance to seize the treasures.

However, the surrounding air suddenly trembled violently.

An invisible rift seemed to slowly tear open the void, bringing with it an indescribable sense of oppression. The sky lost its color, and the outline of the earth began to blur, as if the entire world was being covered by some higher rule.

Twelve figures emerged side by side from the crack.

They were not human, nor even had fixed faces. Each of them was about two zhang tall, with slender figures. Their bodies were formed by translucent energy flow, and golden-blue Dao patterns floated on their surfaces. The Dao patterns flowed like living things, flashing with the ancient seal characters "Dao," "Return," and "Source," flickering incessantly with their breath. At the head, there was only a ball of golden-blue burning "Dao Flame," radiating a silent yet extremely oppressive aura.

Their armor resembled ripples of liquid gold and silver, thin and clinging to their bodies, yet exuding a cold, austere radiance. Each of them held a "Origin-Returning Blade"—an invisible blade of light that trailed ripples and faint golden waves in the void, as if they were absorbing all energy.

They are the Dao Shadow Soldier.

The twelve figures stood in neat rows, silent, yet it was as if heaven and earth were softly chanting. It was the resonance of the Dao, an absolute declaration of cycle and Return to One.

The cultivators lingering on the periphery were suddenly gripped by an unprecedented fear. Some tried to retreat, but before they could even move, the twelve Dao Shadow Soldier simultaneously raised their Origin Origin-Returning Blade.

The golden-blue ripples spread out instantly.

Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!

The world seemed to be stripped into countless pieces of light, with boundless phantoms overlapping. Before the cultivators could even scream, their bodies, souls, and law imprints were simultaneously stripped away, turning into countless tiny streams of particles that were swept away by the light waves.

Some desperately used secret techniques to try to reverse time and summon their Innate Martial Soul, but the moment the Origin-Returning Blade struck, their existence was redefined as "invalid components."

The sword light spread between heaven and earth like a deep Dao chant, and not a single drop of the remaining blood mist splattered out, but was directly returned to nothingness.

In just a few breaths, all the cultivators in the entire area Annihilation.

The air fell silent once more, with only twelve Dao Shadow Soldier standing outside the Annihilation Ancient Divine Palace, their bodies surrounded by golden and blue light, like twelve indifferent Adjudicator, their eyes devoid of any emotion.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if even the concept of "they once existed" had been completely erased.