Silent Consciousness Corridor: Abyssal Flow Realm Devouring

The aftershocks of the fifth layer of the Fate Realm had not yet completely subsided, and the silence following the "Collapse of the Fate Book" still echoed throughout the world. The collapsed light layer reformed, and the characters of fate rolled up into a new domain. At this moment, only the two Abyss Flowers remained on the battlefield—they were among the oldest beings in the Void Obliteration Domain, their names long since sealed away in the pages of time.

The first one, named "Yuan Ming," was thin, and half of his face had long been eroded by the Flow of Void Emanation, leaving only the outline of light. Countless dark patterns overflowed from his consciousness, surrounding the ancient Yuanwen chains.

The second is "Liu Jing," clad in a gray-silver robe, whose eyes are mirrors reflecting the future and the Unborn simultaneously. They stand on the ruins of a collapsed Fate Realm, the world beneath their feet like shattered chapters of destiny, words turning to wind, lifeblood turning to ash.

Boom--

The fragmented images of the three Illusory Spirits coalesced above them, broken yet still brimming with killing intent.

"You all, with fate as the topic and books as the boundary, I ask you—do you dare to write against fate?"

That was the echo of the consciousness of the Tower of Fate. The final trial of the fifth level was "Reconstructing the Fate Book," which involved rewriting one's own existence onto the Book of Fate. If even one word was wrong, one would immediately be devoured by the flow of fate.

Yuan Ming chuckled softly, his voice like the grinding of sand. "Ten thousand years ago, I fell into reincarnation in this Fate Realm. Now, to come again is nothing more than a repetition."

He stretched out his hand, and a swirling light appeared in his palm. The life chain broke off section by section and merged into the void.

"The Secret of the Abyss: The Record of Life Silence - Beginning."

The world suddenly went dark.

A chain of fate woven from reversed characters spread from his sea of consciousness, the handwriting reversed, the order of destiny completely reversed. Each character was burning itself, rewriting itself, and finally converging into a halo of dark abyss.

A beam of life light shot into the sky, almost tearing Yuan Ming's figure apart—but he still smiled, stepping into the Fate Book, rewriting the "self-definition" as a silent sound. Instantly, the first Illusory Spirits exploded into dust.

At the same time, Liu Jing raised his hand, and a mirror world unfolded like a starry curtain.

"Flowing Realm: Mirror Soul Reverse Derivation."

Countless mirrors floated, each reflecting a different version of oneself: dead, destroyed, obliterated, or silent.

He reached out, grabbed one of the "dead" lenses, and forcefully integrated it into his sea of consciousness!

Boom!

The heavens and earth split open.

His soul split in two, life and death becoming one, light and darkness reflecting each other. The mirror world flashed, light flowed backward, dragging the soul of the second Illusory Spirits into the void of the mirror. The Illusory Spirits struggled frantically, but the mirror light stripped it of all its destiny, leaving only a low murmur before it completely dissipated.

The last phantom Illusory Spirits roared and pounced out, its pages transforming into blades that shattered space and time, heading straight for the two.

Yuan Ming and Liu Jing attacked simultaneously!

"Abyssal Flow, Layered Recognition Returns to the Sea!" "Mirror Shattered, Annihilation Heart by the Ring!"

The power of the Black Abyss and the Silver Mirror erupted at the same moment, instantly splitting the Heavenly Canopy of the Fate Realm in two.

The bodies of the Abyss Flowers were nearly torn apart, fragments of their souls dissolving into countless streams of light, yet they did not retreat. It was an unwavering conviction forged over millennia—"Within the Annihilation Void, only I trace the abyss."

The Tower of Fate trembled, and the silent stream swirled back.

The remains of the three Illusory Spirits were completely engulfed in the intense light, transforming into pure rain of life force that fell upon the two of them.

In the rain of light, Yuan Ming looked at Liu Jing, his voice low and husky yet tinged with laughter. "Ten thousand years later, it was finally not in vain."

Liu Jing smiled slightly, and the reflection in the mirror shattered into points of light.

A deep, resonant sound echoed from the depths of the Tower of Fate, as if acknowledging their existence.

A bridge of light extends from the void, reaching the higher heavens.

The two looked up at the same time, watching the door leading to the sixth floor slowly open.

The door is inscribed with Annihilation Void script. "Use fate as your book, and reverse the book to create your abyss."

They stepped onto the bridge of light, their lives swirling beneath their feet, their souls intertwining to form two trails of annihilated silver.

As their figures completely disappeared into the light and mist of the sixth level, the space of the fifth level finally fell silent, leaving only the life pages swept away by the wind, floating and shimmering in the air.

The sixth layer of light and mist was deep and cold, the space seemed to have stopped flowing, with only layers of light folding and undulating gently between each other. The entire illusion was like a dream sea composed of countless reversed pages, the floating text transforming into slowly rotating runes of destiny, shimmering with alternating silver and dark light. With each step, the ground beneath one's feet would dissipate like ripples, revealing the unfathomable abyss of Fate Abyss.

Qin Yu and Luo Shuangyue stood side by side, their figures reflected in the flow of life in the void, the light and shadow behind them slowly rotating in the silence. Luo Shuangyue's aura was still slightly weak and unstable. Although the injuries she had sustained in the previous level had been stabilized by spiritual medicine, her energy channels were still somewhat unstable. At this moment, her gaze shifted slightly, and she gently raised her head.

At the far end of that distorted Fate Abyss, two familiar beams of light slowly descended—those were the Abyss Flowers. Yuan Ming and Liu Jing arrived side by side, and the moment their feet touched the ground, the surrounding Fate Flows trembled slightly as if recognizing their masters. Their auras were cold and desolate, as if they did not belong to this world, and the light of their soul consciousness shone with an eerie gray-silver color, emitting a "Non-Existence" fluctuation in the void.

Luo Shuangyue's brow furrowed, her expression turning grave. She softly said to Qin Yu, "Young Master Qin... I didn't expect that even Abyss Flowers would pass the fifth level of the test."

Her voice was soft, yet tinged with wariness. Qin Yu glanced sideways, his eyes reflecting those Dao Abyss shadows, and asked calmly with a hint of curiosity, "Abyss Flowers... what kind of cultivators are they?"

Luo Shuangyue remained silent for a moment, gazing in the direction of the two people in the distance. Her voice flowed softly, carrying a hint of indescribable coldness and awe.

"The Abyss Flowers... are a race born from the Source of Epochless. That area is called the 'Domain of the Abyssal Rift' —it belongs neither to the middle layer nor the upper layer of the Source of Epochless. Time and space there are unstable; existence is torn apart, laws are reversed, and even cause and effect cannot remain constant. Any being that can cultivate within it is already beyond the realm of ordinary reason."

She paused, then continued in a low voice, "They... do not belong to any sect, temple, or clan. They have no masters, no clans, no rules, only the 'Abyss' itself. Every person who can emerge alive from the Abyss is equivalent to an independent plane of destiny."

Qin Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, his Fate Brush gently twirling the brush, the tip gleaming faintly, a subtle aura of solitude emanating from it.

"So, they are not bound by the rules of the Source of Epochless?"

Luo Shuangyue nodded, her expression growing increasingly cautious. "Yes. Their whereabouts are mysterious, they have no fixed cultivation methods, and they don't judge people by their cultivation level. Some say their cultivation is 'the reverse writing of existence,' using the destruction of rules as nourishment and shattering as sublimation. Their soul consciousness is unstable, often wandering between humanity and nothingness, and even the Heavenly Dao cannot completely record their existence."

She exhaled softly, her voice trembling slightly. "If they wanted, they could erase their definition of being observed by the world at any time, just like... completely disappearing from reality."

After listening, Qin Yu remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed intently on the Dao Abyss figures in the abyss. Yuan Ming and Liu Jing seemed to sense something as well; a brief flash of cold light appeared in their eyes, as if they had noticed Qin Yu's gaze.

In that instant, the auras of the four intertwined quietly deep within the Abyss of Fate Abyss, and an imperceptible pressure spread through the void. The structure of space was gently disturbed, and even the invisible Fate Realm emitted a low hum.

Luo Shuangyue looked into the distance, her expression slightly grave, and said in a low voice, "It seems that this level... is destined to be anything but peaceful."

The entire sixth layer of the sea of light slowly rotated at this moment, and the color of the life flow changed from blue-silver to dark purple, as if in the next moment, a deeper level of destiny-related shocks would rise from the void below.

Suddenly, as the Gate of Fate slowly closed beneath her feet, Luo Shuangyue's figure plummeted into an endless abyss of illusory light. She had initially thought it was an instantaneous teleportation, but during the fall, she suddenly realized that she was traversing a kind of—reversed causal layer.

There was no ground beneath her feet, nor sky around her. The world seemed to be inverted into an unfinished "Fate Book," each page suspended in the air, overlapping with each other in eerie patterns of light. The characters were not ordinary language, but runes that flickered with "definition of existence," constantly changing as if rewriting Luo Shuangyue's destiny.

She gently reached out her hand, and a rune traced across her fingertip—in that instant, she saw her own phantom:

In one version, she stands in the palace of the Void Obliteration Domain, surrounded by honor and glory;

In another version, she kneels amidst the ruins, her body shattering into dust.

There is another version of her— Does Not Exist at all; only a cold, lonely light floats in the depths of the River of Fate.

"This is—the Reverse Book of the Cause Realm." She murmured softly, her voice echoing infinitely in the void, reverberating into countless whispers of her own.

A tremor suddenly came from afar, not a roar, but a low-frequency echo of existence itself being denied. Following it, a surge of light and gray filled the sky, and a vast and ancient aura slowly rose from the bottom of the abyss.

The wind has no direction; time itself seems to stand still.

A shadow rose from the abyss, initially just a faint, blurry outline, but as the light flowed backward, the shadow gradually became more concrete—

That was a Dim Annihilation Dawn Realm Consciousness-Burning Spirit-Devouring Phoenix.

Its wings were composed of countless rays of light, each feather like a twisted thread of cause and effect, churning in the interplay of light and darkness. Its head was covered with translucent spiritual bones, and its eyes burned with colorless fire. Though it had no pupils, its power could pierce straight into the deepest recesses of the soul. Its form was so enormous that it almost covered the entire sky, yet even the sky collapsed under its aura, turning into layers of falling pages of the Fate Book.

It did not utter a shriek, yet the voices of countless souls echoed simultaneously in the space—the sound was both a song and a cry. Each syllable carried the image of "disappearance," as if stripping away the right to exist.

Luo Shuangyue looked up, her long hair whipped up by an invisible wind, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

A roar resounded in her mind; the gaze of the demonic phoenix seemed to have pierced through her soul, peering into the source of her destiny.

The colors of the sky began to reverse, light turned to darkness, and darkness turned back to light. In the distance, fragments of Fate Book rose from the void, each inscribed with her own name—yet each one was different.

"This is the reflection of the Cause Realm..." she murmured softly, the soul light at her fingertips flickering and rising slightly.

Her aura began to circulate, and the Mirror Soul Mark appeared and disappeared on her body, preparing to face the inevitable judgment.

At this moment, the Consciousness-Burning Spirit-Devouring Phoenix slowly spread its wings, and the surrounding void suddenly transformed into countless layers of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of Luo Shuangyue's fate.

The sky becomes pages of a book, the ground becomes a reflection, and time flows backward like quicksand.

At that moment, the world fell completely silent, leaving only the eyes of the Annihilation Dawn Phoenix burning silently.

Meanwhile, in another abyssal rift of life, Yuan Ming's figure was swallowed by light, yet his descent was extremely slow. The sensation of falling was not physical, but rather a peeling away of layers of "existence definition."

The surrounding scenery was pitch black and boundless, with only countless silver-gray symbols slowly floating. These symbols were the "reverse fragments" of the Fate Book, each one constantly disintegrating, recombining, and disintegrating again. Yuan Ming raised his head, and his pupils reflected a meaningless, chaotic sea of characters.

A faint blue ripple suddenly appeared in the space beneath their feet, followed by a massive halo rising from the bottom of the abyss. Within the halo, the silhouettes of countless souls could be vaguely seen writhing, burning, and collapsing.

This is the second dividing line in the Fate Source Abyss Tracing: the Silent Consciousness Corridor.

The sound of the wind is composed of the low murmurs of broken souls. They unconsciously repeat a sentence that cannot be fully expressed, "I was... I am not... I still..." Each syllable sways on the boundary between formation and collapse.

Yuan Ming's expression remained unchanged. He stepped lightly, and dark ripples appeared on the ground. Wherever he stepped, the light in the void contracted inward, as if being swallowed by some "unobservable" force.

"I see... This is—the end of existence where the book is reversed." His voice was cold, like a broken piece of logic.

The surrounding light and shadow suddenly coalesced, forming a gray-white ring above his head, on which his name was densely engraved.

But that name was constantly erased and rewritten.

"Yuan Ming", "Yuanming", "Wuming", "Wu" -- until finally, all the symbols turned to dust and disappeared, leaving only a blank space.

"Cause Realm's order... is it really going to use 'erasing names' to fold the principles of destiny?"

He sneered and raised his hand.

In his palm, a spiral of light slowly unfolded— the Abyss Flowers Seal Core —the primordial mark originating from the Domain of the Abyssal Rift, symbolizing "the self-definition of Non-Existence."

The light imprint spun, and gray-white waves rippled outwards. A deep rumble came from the bottom of the abyss. It was not a beast's roar, but the resonance of space itself.

Immediately afterwards, shadows surged like a tidal wave, and a colossal figure slowly rose from the bottom of the Fate Abyss.

Its body was pieced together from countless soul shadows, its eyes were two white holes hanging in the void, and the patterns on its body surface flickered like fault lines in a galaxy.

As it ascended to its highest point, the light of destiny within the entire illusion began to distort, even devouring the logic of existence.

That was the Annihilation Dawn Realm, Final Phase Grade demonic beast, the Realm-Devouring Soul Prison Beast.

It has no fixed form; it is merely a collection of souls that constantly devours its own body. Its logic of existence is "to survive by being devoured."

The moment its aura appeared, the void shattered, and even the River of Life began to flow backward.

Yuan Ming slightly raised his head, his eyes as cold as still water.

"Annihilation Dawn... Final Phase Grade..."

He murmured softly, his expression remaining calm, then extended his finger, and a wisp of grayish-white, deep-flowing light condensed at his fingertip.

The void collapsed instantly, and the surrounding space was sucked in by his aura, turning into a silent vortex.

"Very well... I'll use you to test the Limit of the 'Dao of Abyssal Flow'."

At that moment, the world fell silent, life ceased, and dim particles of light slowly floated around him.

The enormous shadow of the Realm-Devouring Soul Prison Beast descended, yet Yuan Ming remained motionless, gradually making his presence transparent—until he almost merged with the void.

The entire illusion fell into an eerie standoff—

On one side are the Annihilation Dawn Beasts, whose instinct is to devour all existence;

On the other side are those Abyss Flowers the elimination of existence.

At this moment, cause and effect solidified into a thin line, and even the pages of the Fate Book stopped turning.