Qin Yu gently set down his wine cup, his gaze calm, yet a cold glint flashed in his eyes. The cultivators left extremely quickly, but he had already left an invisible Fate Brush in their aura as they rose. It was a chain of logic runes that could not be detected, and he could follow it with just a thought.
He rose, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the Evolution Qing Palace Banquet with steady steps. The Annihilation Void winds of the annihilation outside flowed like silent waves across the sky, and the spiritual light of the main city swept over his shoulders, making him appear like a silent figure emerging from the Star Abyss.
"The Annihilation Wasteland Border..." he murmured, his tone carrying a cold and heavy fighting spirit.
The moment he stepped out of the street, the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel slowly rotated within his body, and the Azure Evolution Core released a ring of silent Karmic Dust. The airflow, spiritual energy, and causal trajectories of the entire Abyss of No Thought transformed into dense lines in his sea of consciousness. The tracks of those people transformed into a faint red trace within the myriad lines, winding southward—towards the Annihilation Wasteland Border.
He didn't rush to attack, but instead followed that trajectory, transforming into a faint shadow and darting out of the city.
The scenery Void Obliteration Domain gradually became desolate, transforming from the shimmering, illusory glow of the city into an intangible, formless mist of annihilation. The ground beneath one's feet was no longer substantial, but rather a "floating layer of illusory causes" composed of a mixture of energy and concepts. Every step felt like treading on a undulating sea of consciousness.
As Qin Yu ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery became increasingly bizarre. The sky began to fold, and the distant mountains and rivers appeared as if a scroll had been reversed in his view—the sea above and the stars below, light and shadow intertwined, as if the entire world was breathing silently.
Suddenly, a wisp of extremely fine spiritual energy spread out in front of him; it was the aura of the cultivator he had marked.
"Found it." Qin Yu's gaze sharpened, and with a light turn of his Fate Brush, he wrote a silent talisman, temporarily "deleting" his own existence logically and entering a state of absolute concealment.
The group landed in front of a rift valley, which seemed to have been torn apart between dimensions, its bottom unseen. A low, rumbling sound could be faintly heard from within the crack, as if some ancient being was breathing.
One of them bent down, took out a token with annihilation patterns, and threw it into the rift. Instantly, a vortex-shaped red light shone from the depths of the rift, and a suction force that transcended time and space suddenly erupted.
"It really is the entrance to the ruins." Qin Yu's mind stirred, and the spiritual light around him subsided slightly as he stood steadily in the shadows in the distance.
Within moments, the cultivators leaped down, engulfed by the red light, and vanished without a trace.
Qin Yu stared at the vortex for a moment, a thoughtful, cold glint flashing between his brows.
"The remnants of Ancient Logic Cultivation God... If they truly belong to him, perhaps they contain a higher level of 'narrative cause'."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a streak of black and gold light, and he stepped into the rift without hesitation.
The world suddenly reversed, his consciousness plunged into chaos, and an invisible whisper appeared in his ear—
"Those who enter abandon logic to live, and abandon existence to observe."
The moment Qin Yu stepped into the rift, the entire world seemed to be rewritten.
The boundless stream of chaotic light unfolded like a scroll, annihilation and birth intertwined into one. His body was enveloped by a gentle yet incredibly ancient rhythm, falling with the distortion of space and time, and finally landing steadily in a world of unimaginable grandeur.
Beneath my feet lies a Heavenly Road woven from golden light and spiritual energy, its surface strewn with shimmering fragments of cause and effect. Each step I take creates ripples of spiritual light. The mountains on either side soar into the clouds, their peaks piercing the heavens. Yet, the heavens are not blue; instead, they flow with countless golden spiral patterns, as if the world's consciousness is silently writing the myriad phenomena.
The clouds and mist in the mountains are alive; they are not merely air currents, but the afterglow of consciousness. As they flow, ancient characters can be faintly seen flickering within them—those characters are the early language of the "Source of Epochless," and each character can stir the rhythm of heaven and earth.
He looked up and saw that the distant mountain peaks were radiating a dreamlike glow, and cascading waterfalls poured down from the clouds, transforming into a vast stream of spiritual energy that flowed into the Golden Valley. The flowers blooming in the valley were no ordinary flowers; they emitted faint fluctuations of spiritual energy, and their petals floated in mid-air, refracting illusions of time and space as they gently spun.
The sky along the way was sometimes as clear as a mirror, and sometimes it transformed into a flowing curtain of light, as if every inch of space carried the existence of different dimensions.
Deeper still, a golden river meanders through the landscape. Its waters are not water, but rather a "flow of Recognition Annihilation" composed of countless energy rays. As it flows, one can hear ancient chants, as if ancient Cultivation God were recounting the truths they left behind.
Qin Yu walked slowly forward, the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel resonating slightly within his body, the Azure Evolution Core echoing in response, its energy seemingly responding to the rhythm of this world.
"This place... is not an ordinary ruin, but a sealed 'domain of primordial logic'." He murmured softly, his gaze deep.
The surrounding world gradually changed; the golden mountains transformed into flowing crystalline layers, the golden ring of the sky began to rotate, and countless veins of light extended from the sea of clouds, like pages of a giant Fate Book unfolding. Each vein led to the unknown.
As he stepped into that curtain of light, a colossal palace forged from golden divine stone suddenly appeared in the distance. Its gates were over a thousand feet high, half-hidden in the clouds. Sunlight refracted onto them, casting countless runic trails, as if sculpted by the will of ancient gods.
That was it--
The first main hall of the Annihilation Wasteland Ruins.
The entire palace was silent, yet it contained an indescribable ancient aura. An invisible pressure emanated from the doors, like a gate to the true realm that had not been opened for billions of years. Qin Yu stood before the gate, the Fate Brush in his hand, the chains of cause and effect around him vibrating gently, reflecting the flowing light of his Fate Soul.
He murmured, "So... this is the true Annihilation Wasteland."
Immediately, the gates of the entire palace slowly opened, and an extremely dazzling golden storm swept out from within, engulfing the Milky Way, the sea of clouds, shattered stars, and myriad language patterns, all of which were swept into the endless sea of light.
The moment Qin Yu stepped into that magnificent golden hall, the entire world suddenly transformed.
The ground beneath their feet was not stone, but layers of golden runes that turned slowly like pages of a book, each page inscribed with unspeakable language and laws. High above, a constellation of billions of light patterns crisscrossed, descending from the center of the palace and connecting with the runes on the ground to form an extremely magnificent array.
This is precisely what is meant by "the Truth Formation".
Its existence seems to be retelling the fundamental nature of the world: light is the cause of cognition, darkness is the effect of existence; all birth and death, success and failure, truth and falsehood are rewritten within the array.
At the center of that formation, countless fragments of shattered spacetime floated, seemingly traces of those who failed the trials of yesteryear. Their remnant souls still wandered within the formation, whispering unknown words, as if ancient gods were reciting the price of truth.
Golden light and black mist swirled slowly in the air as Qin Yu stepped in steadily. His Azure Evolution Core vibrated slightly, automatically protecting him. The Fate Brush appeared in his palm, and a barely perceptible golden line emerged from its tip, outlining the patterns in his sea of consciousness.
He took a deep breath and whispered, "This array... is not a test of strength, but a test of the 'logic of existence.' If one's mind is unstable, one will be devoured by the truth."
Just as he was about to continue on his way, a faint cry for help broke the silence of the entire light field.
The voice was ethereal and fragmented, yet filled with terror and despair, emanating from the depths of the formation.
"Help... help me..."
It was a woman's voice, faint as the wind, yet it carried a pain that seemed to twist the soul. Qin Yu frowned and paused.
His divine sense spread out, expanding throughout the entire palace like ripples on water. Instantly, the scene he saw in his sea of consciousness was chilling—at the edge of the formation, a woman dressed in an annihilation-patterned battle robe was entangled by countless chains of cause and effect, her body floating in mid-air. Her soul was torn in two, one half being absorbed into the core of the formation, while the other half was still resisting disintegration.
The surrounding runes twisted as she struggled, forming a self-consuming vortex of logic.
Every time she cried out for help, her voice would be backfired by the formation, echoing countless times as "I am dead."
Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly, flashing with a blue light. "The Truth Formation... uses spirit as a pen to write existence. If she continues to be trapped, her 'definition' will completely disappear."
Without hesitation, he took a step, and the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel suddenly unfolded.
The Limitless Evolving True Flow surged forth from within him, instantly enveloping his entire body and transforming into a flowing curtain of spiritual energy. Fate Brush in the air, writing four characters—
"Causality Suspension."
At that moment, the entire Truth Formation seemed to be frozen by an invisible hand, all the rotating starlight streams stopped in the void, and even the woman's distorted figure froze in mid-air, as if time had been pressed into a still seal.
Qin Yu's gaze was icy as he strode forward. Each step he took was like the turning of pages in a thousand books, emitting an ancient hum.
When he arrived in front of the woman, he turned his Fate Brush, and the light of the Silent Origin appeared at the tip of the pen. With a gentle stroke, he severed the last chain of cause and effect binding her soul.
A sudden cracking sound rang out, the woman's consciousness began to reassemble, and she abruptly opened her eyes.
Fear still lingered in her eyes, as if she didn't fully understand what had happened. She saw the young man in the black and gold robe standing amidst the radiance, surrounded by countless causal star lines, as if he had stepped out of "truth".
Qin Yu's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "Calm down. If you want to live, tell me—who allowed you to enter this formation?"
She gasped for breath, her eyes filled with deep fear and despair, her voice trembling as it echoed through the golden palace:
"It's... the people from the Asura Immortal Hall... they say that fragments of ancient Cultivation God are buried here..."
Before she finished speaking, the entire palace suddenly trembled, and a deep chanting sound came from the depths of the formation. The golden light expanded again, as if some kind of "consciousness" had been awakened.
The lights in the palace suddenly dimmed.
As soon as Qin Yu finished speaking, the Truth Formation beneath his feet suddenly trembled violently in the silence. A golden ripple, like a heartbeat, spread from the center of the array, penetrating every inch of space. All the solidified runes were rekindled, and the billions of golden radiance chains restarted. In an instant, the entire space went from stillness to rotation.
At that moment, it was as if the world was being rewritten.
Countless rays of light intertwined in the air to form a colossal thematic scroll, runes fell like stars, transforming into countless spiritual chains that bound the entire space. The once tranquil golden palace now roared like thunder, ancient characters flowed from the bas-reliefs on the walls, and golden dust swirled and condensed in the air, forming a gigantic face—facial without features, yet composed of billions of calligraphic lines, like a "spirit of existence" materialized from consciousness.
That is -- the spirit of the formation.
It is not ordinary intelligence, but the remnant will of the "Truth Formation" self-awakening.
Its voice was deep and vast, penetrating directly into their consciousness and echoing in Qin Yu and Ning Qingyao's hearts:
"How can a writer defy the law? Truth cannot be altered, definitions cannot be redefined... All those who usurp authority write false books."
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of golden rune chains suddenly locked onto Qin Yu, and the rune halos swirled towards him like a vortex.
Qin Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel within his body spun simultaneously, while the Azure Evolution Core emitted a dazzling light. He raised his hand and waved his Fate Brush, drawing lines in the air. Wherever the brush touched, countless tiny golden patterns shimmered, as if rewriting the language of truth.
"Silent Origin - Boundless Ashes!"
With a thought, Qin Yu's body erupted with dazzling annihilation light, tearing space into fragments and instantly incinerating the rune chains. However, the array spirit reassembled within the invisible rules, its light folding into an even larger array shadow, transforming into a giant golden flame hand that swept down.
Boom--!
The entire palace collapsed by half an inch, and Qin Yu's figure was pushed back a hundred feet by the stream of light. A strong resonance erupted between the Fate Brush and the Azure Evolution Core. Behind him, countless illusory pages swirled, like a sea of manifested soul consciousness.
"He can even rewrite the rules..." Qin Yu murmured, the light in his eyes growing ever deeper.
In the next instant, he raised his Fate Brush high, the tip's brilliance transforming into countless flowing patterns that condensed into a suspended golden rune— the Limit technique of the Only Book Realm · Intermediate Stage.
"Master Book Seal Severance Reconstruction: Naming Reconstruction!"
The sky cracked open.
The moment the brush touched the ground, all light in the world was drawn away, the entire array was forced to stop, and the river of runes froze in mid-air. Qin Yu's figure merged with the Fate Brush, becoming the sole existence that wrote the rules.
The golden face of the array spirit twisted slightly, as if disturbed by that will, and the billions of runes began to reverse. Its voice rang out again, deep and angry:
"You... dare to write your destiny with your mortal body?"
Qin Yu coldly replied, "Fate is written by my pen, not determined by the formation."
He raised his pen again, Azure Evolution Core cracked open, unleashing a radiant halo of light. Behind him Nine-Wheel True Evolution Rings erupted with blinding annihilation brilliance.
The moment the pen touched the paper, countless words were rewritten in the void, all logic and chains of existence collapsed instantly, and the spirit's form shattered into fragments amidst the tremors.
The golden light exploded, Truth Formation was completely Annihilation.
A surge of light swept through the entire palace, and countless runes returned to the void like quicksand, leaving only silence in the end. Qin Yu at the center of the formation, his Fate Brush lowered, and the flowing light around him slowly receded.
He turned to look at the woman who was still recovering. Her soul light had re-condensed, all the chains on her body had disappeared, and her breathing had become steady again.
The woman gazed at him, her eyes filled with shock and awe. At that moment, she finally understood that this young man in Qingyi was no ordinary cultivator, but an existence capable of "writing destiny with a pen."
She murmured softly, "Who... who are you?"
Qin Yu slowly put down his brush, his voice as calm as ever. "Just a calligrapher."
Then, he looked up at the dome that had been annihilated into emptiness, his gaze deep. Because in that last moment—he sensed an ancient mark left behind by the array spirit before it shattered, from an existence deeper than the Source of Epochless.
The mark left only one sentence:
"If the truth is rewritten... 'He' will awaken."