In the Void Obliteration Domain, the Ancient Logic God-Cultivation Tower floated in the chaotic mist, its body shimmering with countless rings of light, each level resembling a complete universe breathing its own breath. The moment Qin Yu stepped into the second level, the void beneath his feet suddenly shattered like a mirror, countless rays of light intertwining into rings, flowing into endless patterns of destiny.
He felt a violent tremor in his mind, and the world suddenly froze. An invisible desk emerged from nothingness, with four words written on it, "Fate Folding".
On that desk, countless pages were turning on their own, each reflecting Qin Yu's "future." In some pages, he transformed into Nameless light, annihilating all worlds; in others, he lay in a sea of blood, buried by the God of Time; and in still others, he held the Fate Law Origin Brush, severing the fates of all heavens with a single stroke, becoming the final master of the narrative.
This level no longer tests "truth," but judges "fate."
Qin Yu raised his head, and thousands of phantoms emerged from behind him, all of them his "Destiny Track Avatars," each a possible "future self" of his. Their auras were all different; some carried the power to Mieyin, some controlled the power to write the world, and some even exuded the world-destroying aura of the Annihilation Dawn Realm.
They spoke in unison, their voices overlapping and echoing in countless layers:
Only by severing all of destiny itself can one bear the unique destiny.
A cold glint appeared in Qin Yu's eyes. The Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel spun in his sea of consciousness, their light transforming into nine layers of boundary seals, stabilizing his mind and soul. He slowly raised his hand, and the Source-Extinguishing Divine Sword and the Book of Fate Law appeared simultaneously. The sword's edge reflected countless selves, and the light of the pen illuminated endless paths of fate.
"If fate is to be folded, I will use my pen as the scribe and my sword as the silent blade—to write out my unique self."
In an instant, the void shattered, and countless "Qin Yu" stepped out from different dimensions. They all raised their swords, and the sword light fell like a river of stars. The world suddenly fell into chaos, and countless futures intertwined into an annihilation battle between "me and myself".
A future Qin Yu strikes first with "Sever the Void in a Single Thought," his sword light severing the current spatial logic; another Qin Yu activates "The Lord of Silence - Causeless Judgment," completely severing his causal ties with this world; while more "Selves of Destiny" devour, recombine, and reconstruct each other using different causal laws.
Every collision triggers a cosmic collapse. Every broken sword reshapes a narrative of destiny.
Qin Yu in the center, the Nine-Ring Evolving Wheel spinning rapidly, his sea of consciousness transforming into endless pages. He used a pen as a sword and his soul as ink to write the words of Annihilation on the river of fate:
"All branches are false; I am the only one."
A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth. A pale crack pierced the sky from the heart of the tower, and countless lifelines melted into light in an instant. In the end, only Qin Yu remained, standing in the center of the void, his body radiating the light of reversed cause and effect. The pages behind him burned to ashes, and the lifelines transformed into a lone star.
He whispered, "The Fate Book is set, folded Return to One — Sole Book is mine."
The entire illusion collapsed with a deafening roar, the pages of the book scattered like snowflakes, and the world Annihilation, leaving only him standing firmly at the original point. At this moment, a light screen appeared in the tower, displaying ancient characters. "The order of destiny has not collapsed; this person is the 'Sole Book Holder,' and may advance to the third level of the illusion."
-The tower resounded three times, shaking all the palaces in the Void Obliteration Domain.
The echoes of the ancient tower's resounding boom still lingered in the void, and all cultivators in the Void Obliteration Domain could feel the resonance emanating from the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer. It was the Annihilation wave generated after the Return to One destiny—spreading layer by layer, briefly shaking back the souls of all those who were spying.
When the second layer of "Fate Folding" completely collapsed, countless silent light passages appeared in the void. Each passage shimmered with different hues of fate light, symbolizing the strength of the Fate Soul of the one who passed through.
As the serene light gathered, the gate to the third floor slowly opened.
Two powerful figures from the Asura Immortal Hall emerged slowly amidst flashes of light. Their bodies were stained with blood, their clothes torn, and the mark of the "Remnant Flame of Fate's Path" still lingered above their sea of consciousness. They exchanged a glance, their faces pale. One of them gritted his teeth and said, "The Fate Book has turned back three times. I traded my future for the present... This ancient tower's trial is truly killing." The other smiled bitterly, "Don't forget, the mission of our Asura Immortal Hall is to break through limits and be reborn. Having reached the third level, you've already surpassed ninety percent of all cultivators."
They looked up and saw a new gate to the Silent Realm appear, its halo as clear as a mirror, and three characters inscribed on its lintel: "Cause-Observing Trial Realm".
Almost simultaneously, a pale blue light streaked across the sky, and a Rogue Cultivator from the south slowly stepped into it. She was draped in silver gauze, with lotus patterns floating around her. Her aura was gentle, yet it subtly revealed the sharpness of someone at the Only Book Realm · Peak. She murmured, "The fold of fate has been broken, the third layer... perhaps it is the key to unlocking the cause." Her eyes reflected the starry scene within the tower, and with a soft sigh, she too disappeared into the Entering Stillness.
On the other side, four black-robed cultivators from the Abyss Flowers faction also appeared from the tide of light.
Their figures were like shadows and mist, their bodies disappearing into the zigzag lines of the void, each step they took creating faint Void Evolution in the ethereal atmosphere. The four were expressionless and calm, except for the leader, who slightly raised his head, a cold light of the Annihilation Dawn level flashing in his eyes.
"Only four survived... It seems this tower no longer distinguishes between identities, but only selects those with true knowledge."
His voice was as faint as a whisper, drifting in the wind, yet it made the air tremble.
Almost simultaneously, another pinkish-white light flashed, and Ning Qingyao and Luo Shuangyue's figures appeared from the collapse of their life runes. Both were wounded, their robes stained with blood, Only Book Realm faintly visible. Ning Qingyao clutched her chest, her breathing slightly disordered, and she chuckled softly to Luo Shuangyue, saying, "It seems this ancient tower... doesn't just test strength."
Luo Shuangyue sighed softly, "Let's go. The test of 'cause and effect' may be the root of verifying 'causal logic'."
Their figures sank into the heart of the tower with the silent light, like two streaks of rosy clouds falling into an abyss.
However, just as everyone stepped into the third floor, an even more terrifying tremor emanated from the heart of the tower.
It was a kind of fluctuation that did not belong to any realm; it was intense, pure, and immeasurable.
The "life patterns" on the tower wall cracked inch by inch. Before the light on the third floor was completely closed, a jet-black beam of light pierced through the sky from the direction of the fourth floor, illuminating the entire Void Obliteration Domain.
Countless powerful spectators looked up at the beam of light and saw a blurry figure standing within it. The figure's robes fluttered without wind, and thousands of rings of runes floated behind him, each ring seemingly carrying a universe that had been annihilated.
He didn't even make a move; his mere presence caused the surrounding void to distort and collapse, and the silent stream outside the tower to pour down like a waterfall.
"That means... someone entered the fourth floor ahead of time?!"
"This is impossible—the fourth level requires at least the Annihilation Dawn Realm · Initial Stage, or even the Void Emanation Realm · Initial Stage mental strength!"
Inside the tower, Qin Yu stood quietly before the light gate on the third floor, looking up at the beam of dark light piercing the sky, his heart sinking.
"It seems... the real enemy has yet to appear in this tower trial."
The tower's heart murmurs in silence; the third tremor of destiny begins.
Within the third level of the Ancient Logic God-Cultivation Tower, countless streams of light flowed silently like tides of consciousness. There was no ground, no sky, only billions of "lines of cause and effect" intertwined and suspended, like a galaxy woven from Fate Soul, or an invisible cage. Each line shimmered with the faint light of birth and death; it was the "flow of cause" composed of countless lives, events, and choices.
The moment the two disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall were swallowed by the stream of light, they felt their sea of consciousness being ripped open and their souls being torn into the endless dream wheel.
Their trial has begun.
In the darkness, the first Asura disciple, "Yan Ce," suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing on a desolate battlefield. The sky was filled with broken life patterns, and the ground flowed with the blood of time. Every step he took corresponded to a life he had killed in the past. The resentful shadows of those lives appeared around him, turning into chains of cause and effect that tightly bound him.
"This is... my 'fruit'?" Yan Ce murmured. In the next instant, the vengeful spirits whispered in unison:
"You killed me in the name of Asura, and severed my destiny under the pretext of the Dao. Now... who will sever yours?"
Yan Ce roared and summoned the Asura Battle Halberd. His body was engulfed in spiritual flames as he unleashed a full-force attack on the chains in the void. However, the chains did not break. Instead, they tightened their grip due to his attack, each loop cutting into his soul consciousness as if rust were seeping into his bones.
His consciousness was swallowed up by the recurring killings of the past, his body gradually disintegrated, and black soul blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"I don't believe in fate! I will sever the Cause Severance!" he roared, swinging his halberd once more.
However, the web of cause and effect suddenly backfired, and all the people, beasts, souls, and gods he had killed simultaneously appeared, transforming into countless clones of himself, engulfing him in a vortex of blood and fire.
On the other side, the second disciple of the Asura Immortal Hall, "Mo Ren," fell into another illusionary realm.
He stood in an ocean of light, surrounded by countless "selves". Each "Mo Ren" extended at different times and with different choices: some chose loyalty and were appointed as guardians of the Immortal Palace; some chose to defect and were annihilated into ashes; and one betrayed the creed of the Asura Immortal Hall and became a fictional narrator within the tower.
These countless "selves" now turn to him together, uttering in unison one sentence:
The cause you deny will eventually become the effect.
Mo Ren retreated in terror, his Spiritual Sense trembling. The figures of "himself" transformed into countless shadows, rushing towards him and completely engulfing him.
In his sea of consciousness, the voices of a thousand versions of himself echoed, each whispering a different destiny, clashing, tearing, and devouring each other.
He tried to condense the Asura Seal, but found that even the concept of "self" was beginning to collapse.
"Who I am?"
"Who I am?"
"Who I am--!!!"
With that desperate scream, his soul shattered completely.
In an instant, the entire illusion shattered like a broken mirror, and the bodies of the two Asura disciples trembled violently inside the tower as they were directly enveloped by the annihilation light.
Those watching from the outside world saw two beams of blood suddenly burst from the third floor of the ancient tower, and two disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall were thrown out of the tower by the force of the recoil, crashing onto the ground of the Void Obliteration Domain.
Their aura vanished, their consciousness went blank, and even their names were erased from the Fate Book.
The Asura Immortal Hall camp was deathly silent. The Palace Master's eyes were gloomy as he muttered, "The third level... it really is based on 'cause and effect'."
The silent light within the tower slowly swirled, the aftershocks of the two from the Asura Immortal Hall being completely swallowed by the flow of fate had not yet subsided. The causal chains on the third level continued to intertwine, billions of life lines winding and twisting in the silence, like a living sea of stars. That was the true form of the "Cause-Observing Trial Realm"—a web of truth constructed from the cause and effect of all worlds.
At this moment, a silver-white figure slowly rose from the depths of the Flow of Fate. Slender yet firm footsteps traversed the mirror-like surface of the void, each step creating a lotus flower, the petals composed of folded causal sentences. That was the Rogue Cultivator —her name was "Bai Li," a free cultivator who had reached the Only Book Realm · Supreme with her "Brush of Language Construction."
Her figure was light and graceful, yet carried the Ultimate order. With each step she took, a deep hum resounded from the void, as if cause and effect themselves were making way for her.
Before her, the third layer of illusion had fully unfolded—countless versions of her from the past, the future, and the forgotten emerged slowly from opposite ends of the river of time, forming a halo of light around her. Each version of her represented a rejected or unfulfilled choice: some died because of compassion, some were born because of indifference, and some fell because of obsession.
This time, the illusion did not attack her.
Instead, it asks silently:
"Bai Li, do you dare to judge all effects based on a single cause?"
She closed her eyes, her long hair floating gently in the still air. After a moment, she stretched out her right hand, and a wisp of silver light leaped from her fingertip, transforming into a transparent pen. That was her "Language Construction Brush," the source of her destiny.
She whispered, "I take words as my heart, and speech as my cause. What this pen writes, cause and effect are determined."
In an instant, the silence shattered.
Her pen swept across the void, and countless "selves" instantly transformed into countless streams of light and language, rushing towards her from all directions, trying to engulf her. But her pen fell like a flower in bloom, and the light and language swirled in a circle.
"Fixed sentence: My cause is the only one."
Boom!
The void collapsed into a giant flower of language, billions of lifelines snapped simultaneously, and the galaxy of cause and effect was rewritten into a blank page. At that moment, the third layer of the world fell into pure silence, and even the word "existence" temporarily lost its meaning.
As the fading light converged once more, Bai Li stood before a golden platform. It was the end of the third level, and also the "Destiny Platform" leading to the fourth.
The voice of the Tower Spirit echoed like a dream:
"Cause and effect Return to One; the effect is lost because of the cause; there is only one way to succeed."
Bai Li looked up and saw an invisible staircase slowly unfold beneath her feet, leading to the top of the tower.
She took a deep breath, a faint weariness and clarity in her eyes. She didn't turn back, but walked step by step into the staircase made of light and illusion, her figure gradually disappearing in the myriad streams of light.
The cultivators outside only saw a beam of silvery-white light suddenly illuminating the core of the third level of the ancient pagoda. The light did not explode or vibrate, but instead pierced straight through the pagoda wall and extended into the silent sky of the fourth level.
Countless people gasped in shock.
"That's... the Only Book Realm · Supreme? She actually succeeded in passing the third level?"
"Even those outside the tower probably didn't expect that she would beat them to the test this time."
In the distance, Luo Shuangyue and Ning Qingyao also saw the light, their expressions complex. Ning Qingyao murmured softly, "That Bai Li... her 'Dao of Language Construction' can even rewrite cause and effect."
Deep within the tower, a pale, ethereal light began to slowly condense—it was the fluctuation of Qin Yu's Fate Soul, preparing to step into the trial on the same level.