The Source Flow Guardian Arrives · All Daos Tremble

As the five Sourceless Commander stood atop the Silent Profundity Mist Sea, they remained silent, only slowly raising their scepters, halberds, and greatswords.

In an instant--

The surging power of the Limitless Evolving True Flow poured out from their bodies, like five divine rivers traversing the heavens and earth, washing over the entire dome of the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer.

Their movements were extremely slow, yet contained incredible power. The five figures merged into one within the sea of clouds and the halo of light, forming an indescribable array.

"The Five Phases of Silent Profundity and Profound Mystery: The Diagram of Returning to Nothingness"

The first commander brandished his halberd, and a silver-black crack spread from the void, severing the causal chain of the entire continent. The stars in the sky instantly turned into phantoms, as if they had never existed.

The second commander raised his giant sword, its blade gleaming with Limitless Radiance. When it slashed down, the entire world fell silent; all sound and vibration vanished, leaving only the blade of light crushing space and leaving behind a vast emptiness.

The third commander pointed his staff, and invisible ripples spread outwards. Wherever they passed, the bodies of the Dao Shadow Soldier turned into gray dust, and even the illusion of reincarnation could not be reconstructed, and were completely negated.

The fourth commander clasped his hands together, and a huge, Stainless Dharma wheel appeared behind him. As the Dharma wheel rotated, it released billions of light locks, enveloping the entire battlefield and simultaneously locking down the Dao Flames of all the Phantom Demonic Spirit.

The fifth commander, wielding a scepter, plunged it into the sky, instantly creating a "pillar of nothingness" that pierced through heaven and earth, completely severing the battlefield. The half of the space where tens of thousands of Dao Shadow Soldiers were located collapsed directly into an eternal void.

In the blink of an eye, the Phantom Demonic Spirit Legion, which had been roaring and surging forward, suddenly stopped, its tens of thousands of soldiers vanishing like shattered glass, turning into cracks in the void and disappearing without a sound.

Among the more than one hundred commanders, a full third were severely injured by this attack, half of their bodies collapsed, and they were swallowed by the void amidst their wails.

The sky was tinged with an eerie golden-black hue, as if the Limitless Evolving True Flow itself had transformed into a waterfall, cascading down and engulfing the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer.

For the first time, the Phantom Demonic Spirit felt true fear.

They let out eerie roars and frantic shrieks, trying to gather their remaining strength to launch a counterattack, but under the oppressive aura of the Sourceless Commander, their counterattacks seemed so powerless.

The Sourceless Commander remained silent, their figures like ancient deities, cold and ruthless, yet representing the Ultimate order.

Only one sound remained in the world: Annihilation roar of annihilation.

The heavens were shrouded in silence, but in the instant that the "Five Phases of Silent Profundity and Profound Mystery: Return to Nothingness Diagram," Sourceless Commander, was suppressed—

The Phantom Demonic Spirit Commander suddenly rioted!

More than a hundred commanders roared to the sky at the same time. Their voices were not sound waves, but the sound of a twisted chain of logic breaking, like the roar of billions of life-bound stone tablets being crushed, which shook the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer.

Commander Skill Release:

1. The Annihilation Abyss World-Silencing Curse

The thirty commanders simultaneously raised their hands, conjuring up jet-black Dao Flame runes that transformed into a boundless Black Sea, instantly engulfing most of the sky. As the runes flowed, even the illusory figures of the Sourceless Hidden Soldier were temporarily suppressed, their radiance dimming.

2. * The Myriad Illusions Realm-Rending Wheel *

Behind another group of leaders, phantom images of reincarnation rose, each cycle representing a collapsing era, dragging the death shadows of billions of lives, converging into a massive vortex that pressed down on the Sourceless Commander.

The heavens and earth seemed to have been torn open with ten thousand bloody wounds, and even the void itself was groaning.

3. * The Silent Cause Fate-Reversing Roar *

The strongest commander suddenly erupted, manifesting twelve black suns above his head, each radiating a destructive causal chain-severing power. As the black suns burned, Karma Reversal, forcing the attacks of the Sourceless Hidden Army in the void to a halt, as if they had been deprived of their right to launch.

The pitch-black Dao Flame surged like a tsunami, engulfing the Wuyuan Legion in eternal night.

When the giant ship collapsed, it was as if the entire world was flattened, and billions of fragments fell like tears from the sky.

As the black sun burned, golden radiance and Annihilation shadows collided wildly, unleashing blinding flashes of light that tore through thousands of spatial layers.

The vanguard of the Sourceless Hidden Army vanished in swathes; though they could be reconstructed, the speed at which they were annihilated exceeded their regeneration speed.

The Void Commander were also forced to deploy their respective Chaos Domains:

The "Chaotic Source Hammer" swept across, shattering most of the black flame sea;

The "Evolving Source Chain" entangles the twelve black suns, tearing them apart one by one;

The "Source-Sealing Lock" restrained the phantom vortex, yet it still trembled amidst its collapse.

Even so, the Phantom Commanders continued to unleash the "Ultimate Chain of Curses," crushing the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer into blood-red shreds.

The world is no longer the world; there is no earth beneath our feet, no starry sky above our heads.

Only the Limit storm, a fusion of Annihilation and chaos, transformed the entire battlefield into cosmic ruins.

From afar, all the tribes, temples, and survivors could only see the sky above:

Golden light and black flames intertwined, and countless cracks tore open the sky, seemingly threatening to collapse even the foundation of the "Source of Epochless"!

At this moment, even Hao Yuanzun showed a solemn expression for the first time.

The Sourceless Commander remained silent and indifferent, raising their hands to gather power once more.

A clash powerful enough to erase the "middle-class era" has erupted!

The roaring sound gradually subsided.

That was the most terrifying battle in the history of the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer. Under the suppression of the golden radiance of the Sourceless Commander and the collision of the pitch-black raging flames of the Phantom Commander, the sky was twisted into hundreds of layers of rifts. Above and below the heavens and earth, there was no direction, only endless light and darkness intertwined, as if the end of the world and the beginning of the world overlapped in the same instant.

As the final, shattering roar faded into deathly silence in the void—

The entire battlefield fell into an indescribable stillness.

The once densely packed Dao Shadow Soldier Legion is now reduced to scattered afterimages. They have either been "Nullification" by the power of Silent Profundity or have been completely shattered into causal dust, unable to even reassemble into a cycle of reincarnation illusions.

Ordinary Dao Shadow Soldier: Their bodies were completely destroyed, even their aura was swallowed up.

Hundreds of commanders: their bodies shattered, whipped into nothingness by the Origin Destroyer Whip of the Sourceless Hidden Army; some of the remaining black flames still wailed in the void, but could no longer coalesce.

The few remaining strongest leaders, even those who still stand, have their bodies torn beyond recognition, their chests hollow, their reincarnation illusions shattered, and they are only maintaining their existence through sheer willpower.

The overwhelming power of the Dao Shadow Soldier has now completely collapsed.

Sourceless Hidden Army

The Sourceless Hidden Army still stood silently beneath the sky.

Their figures stood motionless like guardians of the black abyss, exuding a silent, oppressive aura that instilled despair.

The sixteen Void Commander stand at the four poles, the chaotic realm still flowing, stabilizing the battlefield and preventing any remaining black flames from escaping.

Five Sourceless Commander: High in the sky, their bodies Limitless Evolving True Flow like a cascading river of stars, their light vast and holy, completely enveloping this world.

In the center of the battlefield, all the remaining phantom commanders trembled slightly.

For the first time, they showed genuine fear.

The sky split open with countless golden rays, as if the "Primordial Laws" of the Source of Epochless were being reshaped once again.

The afterimages of black flames continuously turned into dust, which was dragged into the abyss by the Silent Profundity light and disappeared completely.

Beneath the vast sky, amidst the ruins of temples, the desolation of clans, and the Sea of Form, all the survivors looked up, their eyes filled with the trembling of those who had survived the catastrophe, as well as fear and awe of the Sourceless Hidden Army.

The entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer--

A moment of calm finally returned.

But everyone knows this is not the end.

Because the few remaining phantom leaders are growling in low voices, sending out a distress signal towards a deeper, unknown dimension...

The heavens roared, and the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer seemed to be torn apart at this moment. Just as the five Source -Sourceless Commander were about to unleash their Ultimate attacks simultaneously, the power of annihilation converged like a tidal wave, enough to completely bury the remaining Dao Shadow Soldier and Commanders into nothingness. However, at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the sky, as if the ancient Dao itself was whispering. Golden light poured down from the shattered sky, and a vortex spun rapidly, eventually transforming into a golden vortex that spanned the heavens and the earth. Within it, all things collapsed, stars were destroyed and reborn, and cause and effect and time were annihilated, reorganized, and perished once more.

The combined power of the Sourceless Commander was swallowed by the vortex in an instant. The Annihilation torrent collapsed instantly as if its source had been severed, leaving no trace. All light and shadow were devoured by that supreme power, and the world seemed to return to a golden ocean. As the vortex roared, a tall figure slowly stepped out from within it.

It was a celestial being, three zhang tall, half-illusory and half-real, as if the heavens and earth themselves had coalesced into form there. He wore a flowing battle robe, upon which were imprinted the trajectory of the universe's birth and death. Countless stars were born, burned, and Annihilation within its patterns, endlessly repeating, as if the destiny of all life and the world was tied to the folds of his robe. Above his head floated a halo of gold and silver, slowly rotating, like the Ultimate cycle of the Great Dao. His face was ethereal, yet it exuded an aura of unyielding majesty.

Between his hands, he held up an ancient "Source Dao Wheel." The wheel slowly rotated, each turn accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to Cause Splitting, melt away time, and forcibly bring all things into the cycle of returning to the source. With each step he took, the earth cracked and the void collapsed, only to be repaired again beneath his figure. A vast golden trail extended beneath his feet, like a galaxy forcibly spread across the heavens and earth.

A silent melody resounded from the depths of the void, not a melodious tune, but a judgmental symphony. Each note seemed to strike the very core of the soul, causing all living beings present to tremble. The surviving Dao Shadow Soldier roared in terror. Their Dao Flame, though clearly waning, were forcibly ignited by the aura of this being, transforming into streams of golden light, which were then swallowed up and merged into the vortex surrounding them.

At this moment, even the Sourceless Commander stopped in their tracks. Their figures trembled continuously in the golden ocean of light, and the Limitless Evolving True Flow around them fluctuated erratically, as if suppressed by some higher-level power. For the first time, solemnity and apprehension were revealed in their Chaos Eyes.

The heavens and earth changed color, the winds and clouds reversed, and golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, illuminating the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer. All those still present, friend or foe, held their breath at this moment. For they finally understood that what emerged from the vortex was no ordinary enemy, but the true backbone and Supreme pillar of the Dao Shadow Soldier—

Source Flow Guardian, the embodiment of the Stainless Realm · Supreme · Perfection, the master of the cycle of returning to the source.

With a single step he took, the heavens and earth paled in comparison, and all things were forced to submit.

A silent pressure spread out, as if slowly falling from the source of time, so heavy that the air in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer solidified. Although the remaining Dao Shadow Soldier were on the verge of death, the moment the Source Flow Guardian appeared, they did not despair, but were instead given new life. The fear in their eyes was completely erased, leaving only fanaticism and submission. The golden and silver halo slowly rotated in the sky, each movement like rewriting the rhythm of heaven and earth, freezing all sound and movement in a breathtaking moment.

The Sourceless Hidden Army remained silent. The thousand figures of the Silent Profundity stood in the void, the Origin Destroyer Whip hovering beside them, yet none of them immediately swung it. They were a legion without thought, and should not know fear or hesitation. However, the aura emanating from the Source Flow Guardian caused their figures to tremble slightly, their misty bodies cracking under the pressure, as if the entire Stainless void was about to be crushed by the golden light.

Sixteen Void Commander hovered high in the sky, their chaotic bodies flowing with disordered gray light, runes flickering erratically. These beings, who should have been able to control time and cause and effect, seemed to be unable to even control themselves at this moment. Gray mist surged, yet no one dared to speak first. For they knew that this being was beyond their ability to contend with.

On the battlefield, all the surviving temple cultivators and clan powerhouses instinctively held their breath, their eyes wide open, their gazes fixed on that figure. Fear and despair surged like a tide, each heart feeling as if it would burst. Some trembled in whispers, unable to utter a complete sentence; others gripped their weapons tightly, their arms shaking uncontrollably.

It was a feeling unlike anything they had ever experienced before. Not anger, not despair, but pure, instinctive fear. It was as if what stood before them was not an enemy, but "the rules themselves." The golden trajectory stretched to the top of the sky, illuminating the entire shattered middle world, and all eyes converged on a single voice—

This is the Ultimate "return to the source"; before this being, everything is an illusion.