The Ring Covers the Heavens, Soul and Spirit Destroyed

The heavens and earth were engulfed in flames of war. The Demonic Spirit Commander, like a world-devouring demon god, loomed over the White Cloud Sect. Luo Tianming had become a soul slave, his eyes empty and indifferent. Every strike he unleashed carried a world-destroying power, causing the sect's mountain to rumble and crack. Xiao Yinshan struggled to hold on high in the sky, while the figures of the ten elders had all fallen, their blood mist and remnant souls staining the night sky red.

On the plaza, the disciples were already in despair. They watched as the sect's protective formation shattered completely, and as Luo Tianming, Major Completion of the True Spirit Realm, actually stood on the side of the Demonic Spirit Commander. That sense of powerlessness caused countless people to break down.

On the verge of annihilation, Qin Yu gripped the Black Bone War Spear tightly, his gaze fixed on the carnage unfolding in the sky. His chest heaved violently; he felt as if his very soul was trembling.

--At that very moment, deep within the sea of consciousness, a dark gray light suddenly rippled outwards!

Gray Ring!

It seemed to be completely awakened by the destructive will of heaven and earth, slowly rotating around Qin Yu's sea of consciousness. The deep gray halo was like an Annihilation moon, with ancient patterns and mist churning within it, and every fluctuation tugged at Qin Yu's heart.

Boom!

Qin Yu felt a sudden tightness in his heart, and his spiritual and soul power surged towards the Gray Ring. His face was pale, his knuckles gripping the spear shaft tightly, and he murmured softly:

"If we continue to hide... the entire White Cloud Sect will be destroyed today..."

As if hearing his vow, the Gray Ring suddenly unleashed a tremendous shock! Within his sea of consciousness, runes intertwined, and chain-like phantoms rippled from the edge of the halo. Gray mist emanated from every pore of Qin Yu's body, enveloping him in a layer of deathly radiance.

Boom boom boom!!!

The Gray Ring aura surged forth, instantly fading the colors of the world! Everyone on the plaza, including the injured disciples and the panting elders, froze at that moment, their minds seemingly gripped by an invisible hand, their breaths stopping.

In the sky, the Demonic Spirit leader suddenly paused, its cold pupils locking onto Qin Yu, its sinister smile faltering slightly – it sensed it, that aura was actually quite comparable to the Origin Destroyer aura it had when it devoured the dragon heart!

Qin Yu was shrouded in gray mist, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He knew in his heart that if he retreated again today, all his fellow disciples, elders, sect leader... would all become souls lost in a sea of blood.

His voice was deep and resolute.

"Gray Ring... appears!"

Under the cover of night, the White Cloud Sect was engulfed in blood and fire, with wails echoing through the heavens. However, at this most desperate moment, the entire world suddenly trembled, and a power powerful enough to shake the universe erupted from the depths of Qin Yu's sea of consciousness.

With a low, somber thought— the Gray Ring appears!

The sky suddenly split open!

A deep gray beam of light suddenly swept across the heavens, like a single ring emerging from a void abyss. The halo was so vast that it covered half the sky, its edges churning with gray, misty currents mixed with dark purple lightning and phantoms of pitch-black chains, as if it had fallen from the endless void.

This is exactly the Gray Ring!

It hovered above the White Cloud Sect, like an ancient and destructive celestial ring, swallowing the moonlight and starlight. Countless dark patterns, resembling runes or cracks, appeared on the ring's surface, each pattern shimmering with a mysterious light, like ancient, enigmatic judgment scripts, illuminating the Fate Soul of every living being.

Boom--!

A deathly stillness spread from the Gray Ring, instantly fading the colors of the world! Mountains and rivers turned into gray shadows, rivers froze, and all life seemed to be drained away, leaving only an intense aura of Annihilation. The entire sky above the White Cloud Sect was now shrouded in a layer of dark gray, making it almost suffocating.

Tens of thousands of Demonic Spirit were roaring and fighting, but the moment the Gray Ring appeared, the entire battlefield fell eerily silent. Those hideous and ferocious Demonic Spirit froze in place, the eerie light in their eyes began to tremble, and their roars froze in their throats.

"Roar--!"

The Demonic Spirit leader roared to the sky, its voice shaking the heavens and earth. Its thousands of pale arms writhed wildly, radiating a crimson light. Yet, deep within its eyes, it could not conceal the immense fear and shock!

At that moment, it seemed to recall a nightmarish existence from the ancient abyss, a supreme will capable of completely erasing Fate Soul.

The Gray Ring, however, is that Ultimate taboo that cannot be touched.

Under the vast sky, all the disciples of the White Cloud Sect, the remnants of the royal army, and even Xiao Yinshan and the elders stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the enormous gray halo in the sky.

It's not just a Horcrux, not just a weapon—

It is the embodiment of death itself, the Ultimate Judgment of the Fate Soul.

At this moment, everyone in the White Cloud Sect held their breath.

In this deathly silence, only Qin Yu's figure stood in the center of the square, with gray mist swirling behind him, echoing the Gray Ring that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and a gray light flashed deep in the depths of his eyes.

It seemed as if he was the only one left in the entire world who could control life and death.

For the first time in its true form, the Gray Ring has finally suppressed all spirits!

Qin Yu took a step into the air and slowly stood before the giant ring. The patterns on the inner wall of the Gray Ring flowed like an ancient celestial book. He raised his right hand, pointing to the dark, surging demonic tide and the commander, his voice deep and clear.

"Fallen Light."

The sky suddenly darkened, and countless tiny, dust-like gray-white specks of light emerged from the Gray Ring, like fireflies arrayed under invisible command. They didn't reflect on the armor, nor illuminate the dust, but silently "lit up" the chest and brow of each Demonic Spirit. The next moment, all the specks of light shrank simultaneously—as if twisting the enemy's true spirit inward like a lamp wick. The entire battlefield was devoid of flames and blood mist, only a low-frequency tremor like muffled thunder exploded from within the Demonic Spirit' bodies: black flesh collapsed, soul cores shattered, and the ghostly flames in their eye sockets were extinguished like candle flames. Rows and rows of demonic shadows twitched in place for a moment before turning into fragments and falling. Where the Fallen Light swept past, a straight blank line was forcibly torn in the battle line.

Qin Yu slightly bent his finger, and the second title was displayed:

"Soul Withering."

The Gray Ring slowly rotated, concentric ripples spreading out from behind him. Visible gray patterns spread across the ground, passing over the remnants of the army and the shattered armor. The Demonic Spirit struck by the ripples first saw their patterns fade rapidly, then their entire bodies seemed to be drained dry by the invisible passage of time—their armor and bones crumbled, their fascia atrophied, and even the smoldering Yin Fire within them trembled, thinning and shrinking until finally, strands of it leaked from their seven orifices, shattering into ashes with a gust of wind. The Demonic Spirit leader's skeletal arms trembled simultaneously, hundreds of pale arms clenching in unison, attempting to stabilize its true spirit. But the gray patterns seeped into its bones, and with each surge of its soul power to resist, a layer of its soul was shaved away, like a withered tree being peeled bark layer by layer, its aura visibly declining.

"Void Devouring."

As the third sound faded, the Gray Ring suddenly accelerated. The chain marks crashed down, and a bottomless dark well collapsed at the ring's center. The surrounding light was pulled into crescent shapes, and the rocks and broken flags bent slightly upwards—space itself was being swallowed. Layers of gray mist surged from the edge of the dark well, from which dozens of black and silver shadows burst forth, first "pinching" the four corners of the battlefield, then suddenly tightening, as if the heavens and earth had been twisted into a giant funnel. The Demonic Spirit that had not yet collapsed were lifted up in rows, their bodies elongated into shadows in mid-air, their screams torn apart by the vacuum. Torn horribly; the Demonic Spirit leader roared, its thousand hands outstretched, dark blood raining down from its bone horns, a blue ghostly fire igniting within its chest cavity in an attempt to push through the protective barrier. But the barrier was instantly stretched into threads at the funnel's core, then snapped with a "crack" in the next instant—the void vortex seemed to have found the thread deepest within its Fate Soul, and with a sudden tug, its entire colossal figure was emptied from the inside out, transforming into a thin, invisible gray thread, which was drawn back into the ring's core, along with the struggling horde of demons behind it, all vanishing silently.

The world returned to Ultimate silence. The Gray Ring gradually thinned, and silence hung in the air. Only the shattered ground, the overturned flagpole, and large, abrupt blank spaces remained on the battlefield. There was no blood rain in the sky, only a few specks of gray light falling like snowflakes, melting as soon as they hit the ground, leaving not even a shadow.

Qin Yu withdrew his hand, his gaze cold and resolute. The misty light within the Gray Ring swirled gently, like an ancient behemoth that remained unmoved even after devouring everything—it had come, it had judged, and all was over.

The gray mist had not yet dissipated, and the Annihilation, desolate energy still lingered in the air. The entire battlefield seemed frozen, with only embers of gray light slowly drifting down, as if the heavens and earth were holding a funeral for the vanished Demonic Spirit.

Outside the gates of the White Cloud Sect, the Imperial Clan Legion, which had been fighting to the death, was now frozen in shock. The general, covered in blood, still held his halberd in a slashing posture, but could not bring it down for a long time. His throat bobbed, his eyes were fixed on Qin Yu in the air, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he could not utter a single word.

Xiao Yinshan and the ten elders hovered in mid-air, their divine senses trembling so violently they could barely focus. They had always been proud of their True Spirit Realm cultivation, yet now their minds were shaken, even their breathing tightened. Xiao Yinshan stared at Qin Yu's retreating figure, his pupils narrowing, and murmured, "This... is this something human could do?"

On the plaza, thousands upon thousands of disciples of the White Cloud Sect stood frozen in place. They had been determined to resist the Demonic Spirit to the death, but now the demonic Demonic Spirit Demon Spirit Legion, its commander, and even the enslaved Luo Tianming had all been reduced to ashes under the Gray Ring, leaving not even a trace of struggle. Many disciples of lower cultivation levels felt their souls tremble, and an irresistible awe rose in their hearts.

"Thump!"

A Qi Condensation Realm disciple's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead pressed firmly against the cold ground, his entire body trembling. Then, a second, a third... countless lower-realm disciples were overwhelmed by the irresistible pressure and fell to their knees in worship.

"Senior Brother Qin..."

They murmured Qin Yu's name, their voices a mixture of fear, awe, and fanaticism, gradually coalescing into a surging tide that shook the entire White Cloud Sect plaza.

The remaining royal soldiers were deathly pale, their weapons falling to the ground with a clanging sound. They stared at the enormous Gray Ring in the sky and the solitary figure before it, with only one thought in their minds—this was no ordinary mortal, but a god who controlled the gray judgment.

Qin Yu before the Gray Ring, gray light cascading down like a cloak, his long hair dancing wildly in the still air. His figure was so tall that it seemed to be on par with heaven and earth. He did not speak, but simply looked down upon all living beings, and that one glance was enough to stir up a tidal wave in the hearts of countless people.

At this moment, Qin Yu was the only person in the sky above White Cloud Sect, and he became the sole focus of everyone's attention.

The Gray Ring spun in the sky, like a ring of judgment from heaven and earth, and Qin Yu was the sole wielder of this Annihilation judgment.

Zhao Xinyu stood frozen in place, her body trembling slightly. She gazed up at the figure shrouded in Gray Ring above the sky, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—fear, shock, excitement, and an indescribable joy. She knew in her heart that the young man before her was her Senior Brother Qin, whom she had always followed. But at this moment, he seemed like a true god descending from heaven, superior to all living beings, able to Annihilation endless Demonic Spirit and Demonic Spirit leaders with a mere wave of his hand.

Zhao Xinyu's heart pounded rapidly, her hands gripping her sleeves tightly, her fingertips almost digging into her palms. She was terrified by the destructive aura emanating from the Gray Ring, as if it could crush her soul at any moment; shocked by Qin Yu's power, which far exceeded all her imagination; excited that the Qin Yu she followed could actually stand at the pinnacle of all beings; and deepest within her, however, was an indescribable joy and tenderness, her heart pounding faster with every step Qin Yu took.

Yang Zheng, however, was different. Covered in blood, his eyes were fixed on Qin Yu in the deathly silence of the battlefield, as if he had witnessed the greatest miracle. His eyes were filled with overwhelming shock and fanatical worship. His breathing was rapid, almost a roar. Suddenly, he clenched his fists and shouted as if his throat was about to tear:

"Heavenly God Qin! Heavenly God Qin!!!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in the silent square.

Countless disciples, elders, and remnants of the royal army, still immersed in shock, were completely awakened by this roar. All eyes were once again focused on the sky, and their hearts trembled. At that moment, the air seemed to be ignited, and the suffocating shock transformed into a frenzied wave that surged into the depths of everyone's heart.

"Heavenly God Qin! Heavenly God Qin--!"

This cry began to spread across the plaza. The disciples who had been kneeling and trembling gradually showed fervor and fanaticism in their eyes. First, a few people spoke up, and then more and more people joined in the shout. The sound waves rolled and shook the heavens, and the entire White Cloud Sect plaza was transformed into a tidal wave of shouts like a landslide and a tsunami!

Zhao Xinyu stared blankly at this scene, her heart trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. She finally understood that Qin Yu was no longer just her senior brother, but a figure truly revered by everyone.

In everyone's hearts, he was no longer just Qin Yu, but "Heavenly God Qin".

Qin Yu slowly descended from the sky. The moment his toes touched the ground, the remaining gray mist around him dissipated. Then, the huge Gray Ring that had hung in the sky and suppressed all spirits quietly transformed into a wisp of light and sank back into his sea of consciousness. The oppressive aura between heaven and earth instantly dissipated, leaving only aftershocks that lingered on the earth and in the hearts of the people, as if the shadow of that scene was forever etched in their minds.

Countless disciples and elders in the arena fixed their gazes on Qin Yu, and the shouts gradually subsided, turning into a breathless silence. At this moment, Xiao Yinshan, the sect master of the White Cloud Sect, slowly walked out. His posture at this moment was no longer that of a high and mighty sect master, but rather one filled with awe and sincere respect.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Yinshan bowed deeply, his voice resounding yet trembling:

"Heavenly God Qin, thank you so much for saving the White Cloud Sect Heavenly God Qin!"

That cry of "Heavenly God Qin" was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears and reigniting the passion of countless disciples.

However, Qin Yu only paused slightly, then gave an awkward smile and gently waved his hand, saying, "Sect Master, no... I'm not some kind of god. Qin Yu is just Qin Yu. Please just call me Qin Yu."

His words were calm yet firm, yet they stirred up a storm in the hearts of countless disciples present—such power, such demeanor, yet still so humble, made him seem even more unattainable.

Xiao Yinshan paused slightly, then nodded solemnly. "Very well... Since you are unwilling to acknowledge your divine status, then I will respect your original name. But whether you are willing to admit it or not, you have saved the White Cloud Sect today, rescued countless disciples and elders, and protected this foundation. You are already the pillar of our White Cloud Sect! From this day forward, I, Xiao Yinshan, on behalf of the entire White Cloud Sect, declare—the entire White Cloud Sect obeys Qin Yu!"

As soon as the words fell, the heavens and earth roared once more, and countless disciples and elders were completely consumed by their emotions, shouting in unison:

Welcome, Senior Brother Qin!

Welcome, Qin Yu!

"Heavenly God Qin!"

The sound waves shook the heavens, like a tidal wave sweeping across all directions, completely propelling Qin Yu to the pinnacle in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Qin Yu was not only a disciple of the White Cloud Sect, but also the core of the White Cloud Sect's beliefs.