Abyss of No Thought · Floating Light of a Billion Realms

Above the vast expanse of the myriad realms, light flowed like a tapestry, and Qin Yu traversed the void. Beneath his feet, the endless Realm Sea surged; above his head, billions of stars converged into a waterfall of light, cascading down from the depths of the void, transforming into the celestial river of Limitless Evolving True Flow. The river of light flowed through layers of cosmic cross-sections, each cross-section resembling a burning temple, reflecting the rise and fall and Annihilation of countless civilizations.

He traversed the most expansive celestial realm in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer. The sky was like a slowly rotating mirror, reflecting countless overlapping eras and timelines. In the distance, star rings burned with annihilating golden flames, and stars and meteorites overlapped one another, as if time itself was collapsing and reforming.

The Limitless Evolving True Flow like wind and mist, encircling Qin Yu's figure, its flowing energy carrying the low murmurs of the myriad realms. Behind him, the faint phantom of Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel trailed out, the light wheels slowly rotating in the cosmic sea, like a wheel imprint constructed of time, reflecting the trajectory of his journey.

Along the way, he passed through the "Annihilated Star Broken Plains" in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer —a floating continental cluster, each continent bearing the remnants of an Annihilation civilization. Countless broken steles and shattered towers floated in mid-air, the inscriptions on the steles worn away by time, leaving only streaks of light that intertwined in the void to form an ancient lament. Whenever the wind swept by, the sounds of lingering souls blended with the shattering echoes of time, like the whispers of billions of the dead.

Further ahead lies the "Void Abyss Rainbow Realm." It is a time-space rainbow bridge connecting the upper and lower realms, its body composed of pure time flows, with five-colored light ripples like water. The moment Qin Yu stepped onto the rainbow bridge, his figure was infinitely folded into thousands of overlapping images, each one representing his "possible existence" in different times and spaces. These images then dissipated behind him one by one, turning into light dust.

He looked up ahead. The boundary of the Void Obliteration Domain was faintly emerging—a world shrouded in grayish-white mist, devoid of light and sound, with only heavy spatial and temporal fluctuations beating like a heart. Beneath that mist, it seemed, lay countless worlds; and at the end of those worlds lay his destination.

As the wind subsided, Qin Yu stopped and gazed at the distant, gray realm. His eyes reflected endless starlight, and also the unwavering belief in his heart.

"The Void Obliteration Domain..." he murmured softly, his voice seemingly merging with the pulse of the entire Realm Sea, "As long as my destiny remains unfulfilled, that is the time when the pages of my book remain unclosed."

The Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel slowly opened behind him, Limitless Evolving True Flow converged along the wheel imprints into a dazzling stream of light, lifting him towards that gray-white Void Realm. The colors of heaven and earth were gradually stretched behind him, transforming into the Realm Silence.

Every step he took seemed to cross the end of an era.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the wind ceased to blow.

The moment Qin Yu stepped into that realm of annihilation, the world seemed to be stripped of all meaning. There was no longer a sky, no longer an earth, and even the concept of "direction" was removed. The Limitless Evolving True Flow stagnated here, forming countless broken lines, like shattered threads of cause and effect lying across the void.

That is the edge of the Annihilated Spirit Shattered Realm.

The entire space seemed to be torn into countless thin films, each layer silently breaking, reforming, and breaking again. Every inch of air was filled with the atmosphere of "spacetime displacement," where a floating pebble would turn into light dust in the next instant, then flow back to the previous moment and condense again. The whole world was trapped in a bizarre self-cycle, as if watching an endless dream.

Qin Yu stopped in his tracks, his clothes fluttering even without wind.

Around him, the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel rotated on their own, their halos like mirrors, outlining the boundaries of his existence. Even so, the winds that Realm Splitting continued to tear at his figure, as if trying to completely erase him.

"Here... even existence is questioned." Qin Yu murmured, his voice falling into the air, instantly distorted into countless echoes, dissipating in the void.

Just then, a silvery-white light slowly emerged from the depths of the void—the "Bridge of Silent Flow" connecting the Source of Epochless and the Void Obliteration Domain. It was not a physical object, but a ribbon of light composed of countless fragments of the Fate Book and broken narratives. Each page recorded the destruction of a world, the disappearance of an existence. The words flowed, were rewritten, and burned, forming a path leading to the unknown.

Qin Yu raised his right hand, Book of Fate Law - The Realm Severing Origin Brush appeared in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, he drew a line of words. "My name is Qin Yu. On this journey, I will use my soul as my pen to write my own destiny."

The words transformed into golden ripples that surged forward, and the void trembled the moment they touched the Bridge of Silent Flow.

The pages of the book ignited a silent fire, and a path of light stretched out beneath his feet.

He stepped onto the bridge.

Beneath the bridge, an endless, desolate abyss churns. It is not darkness, but "nothingness." Everything that has been named, recognized, and written is utterly erased within that "nothingness." Even the word "existence" loses its meaning.

At the other end of the bridge, a colossal phantom was slowly taking shape. It was a Nameless ancient body, clad in a robe of ashes, with a torn page of the Fate Book embedded in its chest. It had no face, no name, only a broken quill pen hanging from its fingertips.

"... The Writer." The voice seemed to come from all directions simultaneously, deep, hoarse, and carrying a cold authority, "Ahead lies the First Stillness Gate of the Void Obliteration Domain. To enter, you must first complete the Reverse Writing Trial."

Qin Yu's gaze sharpened slightly. "Reverse writing?"

The phantom slightly raised its hand, and the tattered pen moved in the air, revealing a huge page of illusory writing before Qin Yu —written on it was actually his entire life story.

From the initial awakening of the Silent Origin to the cultivation in the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall, and then to the Battle of Annihilation Star and the Journey of Annihilation Dawn... all the past destinies are flowing.

"Only if you can rewrite your own existence without collapsing yourself—can you move forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Silent Flow Space transformed into an Abyss of Reverse Writing.

Qin Yu's image appeared before him, and a lonely light ignited in his eyes. It was another "Qin Yu," exactly the same, but with a completely opposite logic.

"I am you, and you are me. What you write, I will write in reverse."

Qin Yu pursed his lips slightly, and with a gentle twirl of his Fate Brush, a wisp of the Only Book Realm brilliance illuminated the void.

"Then let's see—who is the true writer."

The sound of pen strokes echoed in the void, like countless torn-up decrees reverberating. Qin Yu stood in the center of that Abyss of Reverse Writing, the "sea of words" beneath his feet churning, each layer of pen strokes reversing, collapsing, and regenerating, as if the entire world was using his existence to write its own destruction.

The phantom "Qin Yu" raised its head, a chilling light burning in its eyes, its body swirling with an aura of anti-logic. Its posture, holding the brush, was identical to Qin Yu's, down to the very breath and spiritual pressure. However, the brush in the mirror did not write, but erase. Each time Qin Yu wrote a destiny sequence, the phantom negated it with a reverse stroke. With each stroke, cause and effect collapsed, spacetime backfired, and the pages of the book flipped, revealing countless chaotic "unspeakable forms."

Qin Yu's sea of consciousness trembled; every stroke felt like a life-or-death struggle. The slightest deviation would erase his destiny from the illusion, reducing him to nothingness within the anti-logic.

He took a deep breath and smiled Ji Ran.

"The book is the antithesis of the book; if you deny me, then I will use the denial of denial to establish the eternal order of the book."

In an instant, the sea of books beneath Qin Yu's feet abruptly stopped churning, and the Nine-Ring Evolving Wheel appeared behind him. The light from the brush transformed into nine beams of soul light that pierced through the Silent Flow Space. The Book of Fate Law unfolded in the air, and countless characters of light flowed from the brush tip, like a celestial river falling, each stroke pulsating with the rhythm of existence.

The phantom "Qin Yu" suddenly raised his pen, intending to cut off this destiny sequence with a reverse stroke, but found that before the pen tip could even touch it, it was directly swallowed up by Qin Yu's pen light.

In that instant—the void folded, the order of strokes collapsed, and anti-logic Annihilation.

"The final chapter of 'Book of Destiny: Silent Consciousness'—It is my destiny to write, not my choice to change."

As the last word fell, the entire Abyss of Reverse Writing collapsed into a sea of light, and the phantom figure of "Qin Yu" dissolved into the void bit by bit, turning into countless broken words and returning to oblivion. Qin Yu stood in the sea of light, his chest heaving, but his expression was calm.

He looked down at the still-warm Fate Brush in his hand and slowly clasped his hands together.

The radiant light of the Sole Book of Scripture began to flow back around him, the order of the brushstrokes within his sea of consciousness became completely stable, and the rhythm of the brushstrokes in the world transformed into a profound resonance.

In an instant, all things in the world returned to stillness.

The ethereal light in the sky solidified into a seal—a symbol of his passing the "Reverse Writing Trial."

The voice from the void echoed once more, ancient and majestic:

"The Bookish Scholar Qin Yu, through the Sole Book Reverse Construction Trial."

Its book is no longer bound by rebellion—it can move forward.

Qin Yu raised his eyes, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

With a slight lift of his pen, the void slowly unfolded beneath his feet, a staircase paved with silent light leading to a deeper unknown.

As he stepped onto it, the Abyss of Reverse Writing behind him completely collapsed, leaving only a wisp of light from shattered pages, which dissipated in the wind.

The wind of Annihilation Void rises silently.

As Qin Yu stepped off the Bridge of Silent Flow, the light beneath his feet instantly collapsed into dust, and his figure plummeted into an endless expanse of dark blue. At that moment, for the first time, he felt that even the act of "falling" was no longer defined.

There was no sky, no earth. The world was no longer made of matter, but an invisible sea woven from shimmering points of light, shadows, and ethereal currents. Every breath seemed to be a low murmur, and every glimmer of light seemed to be an abandoned narrative.

This place is the Void Obliteration Domain.

He descended slowly, his figure enveloped in flowing light, as if he were at the intersection of time and existence. There was no wind in the air, only a kind of "disturbance" from the conceptual level vibrating. As soon as Qin Yu's thoughts touched the essence of this realm, they were immediately torn apart into countless fragments of consciousness. He saw himself existing and dying simultaneously in countless possible worlds.

The Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel rotated automatically behind him, stabilizing his sea of consciousness with constant golden radiance. That invisible force pushed aside the illusory mist like a wave, allowing him to breathe again—or rather, to redefine the act of breathing.

In the distant depths of the Void Sea, islands occasionally rise and palaces flip, only to crumble into dust in the next instant. These are not illusions, but rather the logical process of the Void Obliteration Domain itself undergoing "self-repair." Each reorganization of the structure is a miniature universe creation and annihilation.

Colors here have lost their order. Deep blue, silver, and dark black intertwine to form a flowing aurora, and with each flicker, an unseen entity whispers a prayer. That voice doesn't belong to language, but to the "concept" itself—

"Existence is illusion, illusion is reality."

"The observed is distorted."

Qin Yu walked slowly forward, each step he took feeling as if he were stepping on flowing consciousness. Occasionally, phantom figures would rise from the void sea; these were the "Non-Observers"—the ancient inhabitants of the Void Obliteration Domain.

Their bodies were translucent forms of light, their eyes empty and lifeless, their forms ethereal as smoke. Whenever Qin Yu's gaze swept over them, they would dissipate into specks of symbolism, leaving behind brief fluctuations of their consciousness:

"Those Thoughtless One can see the Abyss of No Thought."

As he ventured deeper, the entire Void Obliteration Domain gradually dimmed, with only a massive, rotating vortex slowly swirling in the distant depths of the void.

The vortex was not matter, but the Flow of Void Emanation itself. It emitted an immeasurable annihilation light, like a conscious world breathing.

Qin Yu raised his head and whispered, "The Abyss of No Thought..."

At the center of the vortex, broken steps, translucent floating islands, and shattered halls vaguely emerge. These structures are not real, but rather illusions composed of "thought projections."

As he approached, the shattered steps seemed to be awakened by his will, coalescing one by one in the void and extending towards the heart of the vortex.

He slowly climbed the steps.

With each step he took, a layer of illusory image shattered beneath his feet, as if he were peeling away "his past self."

When he finally reached the highest point, an invisible platform of light appeared before him.

This is the core of the Void Obliteration Domain, the sacred ground in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer — the Abyss of No Thought.

The entire "city" floats above the deep core of the void, its appearance resembling a slowly rotating black and silver mist, with countless rays of light intertwined within, like the flowing tide of thoughts and dreams.

Surrounding the main abyss are countless floating fragments: broken staircases, overturned scrolls, translucent towers—all remnants of the "viewer's thoughts."

He saw three cores:

Firstly, the Severed Observation Platform.

A platform floating within an invisible barrier, utterly silent, where time, space, and perception are all stripped away. It is the extreme realm where cultivators of the Only Book Realm comprehend the true meaning of "no one to observe, no consciousness to measure."

Secondly, the Mirror of Annihilation Dawn.

Suspended in the heart of the abyss, an invisible mirror. The mirror reflects no image, yet it reflects disturbances of "non-propositional, non-logical". Legend has it that anyone who cannot relinquish thought will be annihilated within their own cognition if they gaze into this mirror.

Thirdly, the Flow of Void Emanation.

At the deepest part of the Abyss of No Thought, an infinitely extending band of fluid light stretches out, like thoughts that never cease. That is the essence of the "Stream of Existence," the true destination of cultivators in the Void Emanation Realm.

Qin Yu before the Severed Observation Platform, his eyes reflecting the spectacular sight.

Countless thoughts and images rose from the depths of the abyss, transforming into whispers:

Only those Thoughtless One can see their true nature.

"Only those who understand emptiness can hear the breath of the Void Evolution."

His mind stirred slightly, and the Book of Fate Law and the Realm Severing Origin Brush floated before him. An invisible wind swept by, and the ink at the tip of the brush drew the first stroke in the void, writing his first decree concerning the "Void":

"Illusion is not nothingness; oblivion is not the end; I am within it, and I write it as reality."

The light stream across the entire Abyss of No Thought instantly brightened, and billions of symbols flickered simultaneously, as if the entire realm was responding to the existence of this stroke.

The main city of the Void Obliteration Domain — the Abyss of No Thought —slowly unfolded before Qin Yu's eyes.

It was not a simple city, but a miracle woven from light, laws, and existence itself. From high above, the entire main city floated above the azure void, the mountains transformed into golden spines, the rivers hung upside down in mid-air, the city walls flowed like stars, and billions of rays of light poured down from the dome of the void, like fragments of the universe shimmering in time.

Qin Yu stepped onto the aerial avenue formed by the Limitless Evolving True Flow. The street was wide and boundless, and the stone slabs were not solid, but were formed by "consciousness". With each light step, circles of fine light patterns appeared beneath them, spreading out like ripples.

Towering palaces and pagodas lined the streets, reaching into the clouds. Floating cities, radiant domes, and cascading waterfalls—every building radiated a golden and silver aura. Countless suspended temples and light boats moved slowly in the air, carrying the "concrete images of the wills" of cultivators from all realms. These light boats, some golden, some blue, and some transparent like starlight, intertwined to create a dreamlike sea of light.

In the heart of the city stands a towering 90,000 feet tall, its body constructed from countless characters, symbols, and decrees, each character corresponding to a certain law of existence. This is the "Tower of No Thought," the core energy hub of the entire Abyss of No Thought. Legend has it that the top of the tower connects to the terminal of the "Flow of Void Emanation," the sacred path for cultivators to reach the eleventh realm.

Qin Yu looked up and saw the sky above layered with billions of streams of light, like an inverted Milky Way. These lights were not natural radiance, but rather "soul aurora" formed by the overflow of consciousness from countless cultivators. Each ray of light flowed slowly, carrying the low murmur of countless thoughts, reflecting the heartbeat of the entire city.

Practitioners lined both sides of the street in an endless stream. Some wore star-patterned robes, their eyes shimmering with Annihilation light; some were half-ethereal, their thoughts merging with the outside world; others were beyond recognition, their existence represented only by a wisp of their destiny suspended in mid-air.

These are the cultivators of the Void Obliteration Domain —the lowest being at the initial stage of the Only Book Realm, and the highest having reached the Silent Profundity Middle Stage.

Qin Yu crossed a bridge that seemed to intersect in mid-air, beneath which lay a sea of light. Countless pages floated there, each writing and erasing on its own, like billions of worlds being born and dying.

On the other side of the bridge was a huge market called "Narrative Sequence Market".

The Narrative Sequence Market is the most frequent gathering place for cultivators in the Void Obliteration Domain. There is no buying and selling here; all "transactions" are mediated by "Life Orders," "Narrative Fragment," and "Soul Consciousness Fragments." Cultivators exchange narrative fragments of their own cultivation to gain others' understanding of the world, thereby making up for the deficiencies in their own Life Orders. The air is filled with fluctuations of life light, and the light and shadow of scrolls float at every alley entrance, flowing like fish.

Qin Yu stopped and quietly sensed the pulse of this realm. It was a magnificent aura completely different from that of the Radiant Heaven Imperial Capital —there were no strict sect rules here, only the resonance of existence and thought.

He heard the wind—not the sound of the wind, but the resonance of the thoughts of all spirits.

He saw the sky—but it wasn't the sky itself; it was the reflection of the Flow of Void Emanation in the upper realm.

In this main city where reality and illusion intertwine, he truly understood for the first time why the "Abyss of No Thought" could be called the hub of the Source of Epochless.

In the distance, atop the golden mountain range, a majestic palace soars into the sky. That is the "Annihilated Void Main Hall"—where every cultivator who steps into the Void Obliteration Domain will eventually receive the baptism of destiny. Countless Fate Soul lamps hang outside the palace, billions of points of light flowing in the air, as if the stars themselves are whispering.

Qin Yu raised his eyes and murmured softly:

"Such a prosperous place... no wonder even the upper-level cultivators of the Source of Epochless have stopped here."

A gentle breeze from the Abyss of No Thought swept by, carrying a soft ripple of light that brushed past his sleeves and extended towards the distant temple complex where golden and blue light intertwined.