Thought Remnant Realm, Abyss of Shattered Mirrors
The light completely engulfed Qin Yu's figure. At that moment, his senses seemed to be stripped away—there was no time, no direction, and even the concept of "existence" began to crumble. Only a low hum remained in his sea of consciousness, as if the entire world had turned into endless "thought ripples."
Suddenly, a beam of silver light pierced through the endless void, and Qin Yu's steps became firm again. The surrounding space was no longer a sea of flowers and rock walls, but a boundless and Annihilation Realm Sea desolation. There were no stars in the sky, Boundless Realm on the ground, and countless shattered stone tablets and halos floated all around. Each tablet was engraved with unknown logical runes, seemingly constantly being reassembled and destroyed.
Qin Yu's gaze sharpened. "This... is the Ancient Logic Cultivation God Thought Realm cultivation?"
Beneath his feet lay a mirror-like sea of light, each step leaving ripples that spread infinitely. Suddenly, an ancient bell tolled from afar, its sound piercing through all realms, as if emanating from the very source of time. Then, the light between heaven and earth slowly coalesced, transforming into a towering figure before Qin Yu.
It was a cultivator clad in a golden divine robe, his body formless Formless, with only his face shrouded in a layer of chaotic mist. A golden "thought ring" hung between his brows, within which flowed endless cosmic laws.
He slowly raised his hand, and his voice echoed in Qin Yu's heart—not words, but a pure thought reverberation.
"... My name is [Cultivation God]. In the past, I wrote the 'Foundation of Logic' in the Source of Epochless, but the Thought Realm collapsed, cause and effect were disordered, and Annihilation was imminent... If anyone can come to this place, they will be a witness and a reconstructor."
Qin Yu was shaken. The light and shadow before his eyes gradually changed. The Cultivation God pointed a finger, and the sky suddenly unfolded, revealing billions of intertwined lines of cause and effect, like a flowing river of life descending from the sky. That was the logical source of the universe, the root order of the birth and death of all worlds!
The Cultivation God whispered, "All principles of this world can be written down. Writing brings life, severing it brings silence. You, the successor—are you willing to write a 'new logic'?"
Qin Yu's gaze turned solemn, and the spiritual energy around him resonated uncontrollably at this moment. The Silent Origin Stainless Sword trembled slightly in his sea of consciousness, and thousands of lotus lights appeared on its blade, seemingly responding to that "call of logic".
At that very moment--
The entire Thought Realm suddenly trembled violently! The long threads of cause and effect began to burn, and a crack spread down from the sky! The figure of the Cultivation God gradually blurred amidst the light and shadow, and his voice echoed once more, "Those who enter this realm, if they can inherit its Dao, will see its end. If not, they will forever fall into the Thought Silent Abyss..."
Boom!!!
The entire illusionary realm shattered! Qin Yu was swept up by a massive surge of energy, plunging once again into the torrent of light.
At the same time.
Outside the Annihilation Wasteland Canyon, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a mysterious spiritual pressure. Countless specks of light surged from the earth's veins, transforming into a blue-white pillar of light that stretched straight to the heavens.
Inside the Nine Alliances Gang's headquarters, the gang leader, Huo Yuan, who had been in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes. A crimson light flashed in his pupils, and his expression changed drastically. "That's... the energy wave of the Ancient Logic Relic Array? Who opened the array!"
He immediately rose, his robes fluttering as his aura surged forth, distorting the space around him. He roared, "Pass on my order! All disciples of the Nine Alliances, immediately seal off the area surrounding the canyon! Furthermore, Only Book Realm, please accompany me!"
Boom--!
Dozens of figures soared into the air, their spiritual light flashing like arrows, sweeping straight through the canyon. The sky was torn apart by the Spiritual Qi, and the spatial rifts left long afterimages as they moved at such speed.
Huo Yuan's heart surged with killing intent—the energy fluctuations were too strong, far exceeding the power of ordinary remnant arrays. He was almost certain that someone in the canyon had triggered some kind of forbidden existence.
"Whoever it is, we must seize the energy source!"
At this moment, Qin Yu was being swept up by the stream of light, his consciousness floating between the Realm Sea and Annihilation, his Spiritual Sense traversing an unnamed space. In the distance, a faint light awaited him, which seemed to be the true core of the "Divine Cultivation Legacy Realm".
The stream of light tore through the last barrier, and Qin Yu's consciousness plummeted downwards. In that instant, it seemed as if the entire universe had frozen in time.
He slowly opened his eyes—before him was no longer the azure sea of flowers, nor the shattered Thought Realm, but a pure white "No Definition space." It was a state that even "existence" and "nothingness" could not describe; everything was in the space between "a thought before creation." Heaven and earth had no up or down, no light or darkness, only a huge golden wheel floating in the endless whiteness, slowly rotating, like the heart of the universe breathing.
Each layer of that golden wheel was engraved with ancient inscriptions: thought, destiny, logic, narrative, existence, definition.
Every word is the root of a world.
Qin Yu before the golden wheel, Qin Yu felt a slight vibration within the Silent Origin Stainless Sword in his body. The "absolutely No Definition fluctuation" within the sword resonated with the pulse of the golden wheel. Subsequently, a deep, ancient voice reappeared from the depths of his consciousness.
"The Source of Epochless... is neither the world nor the universe."
It is the 'starting point of the logic of existence'—the first concept before all definitions are written down.
Cultivators who seek to ascend to higher dimensions, attain Annihilation, or transcend all are attempting to return to the 'undefined' state.
With each syllable of that voice, the white expanse of heaven and earth trembled, forming shattered illusions. These illusions flashed before Qin Yu's eyes one by one:
In the beginning of the universe, countless rivers of cause and effect intertwined to form a curtain of light;
Countless cultivators gazed up at the Annihilation starry sky, attempting to capture the shape of the "Dao";
A golden-robed Cultivation God sat atop the myriad realms, wielding the Annihilation Light Brush, writing the logic of the universe;
However, the moment he wrote the four characters "Source of Epochless," light and darkness reversed, the world collapsed on its own, and the pages of the book were swallowed by the wind of annihilation.
The final scene on the screen was the golden-robed Cultivation God turning his head to look into the future void, his gaze traversing countless eras before finally meeting Qin Yu's.
"If those who come after pick up their pens again to write, then the Source of Epochless will be restarted."
Boom!!!
The golden wheel suddenly shattered, and all the white light was instantly absorbed into Qin Yu's body. His body trembled violently, and the Silent Origin Stainless Sword erupted with billions of light patterns in his sea of consciousness, almost shattering the space of his sea of consciousness!
He knelt down to steady his breathing, his face pale and his breath rapid, the lingering sound of the Cultivation God echoing in his mind.
"The Source of Epochless... is the starting point of logic, and also the end point of its end."
As the last ray of light dissipated, Qin Yu's figure slowly disappeared, swept back into the real world by the tide of light.
Meanwhile, outside the canyon.
The sky was completely covered by a silvery energy curtain, Huo Yuan led dozens of powerful members of the Nine Alliances Gang to stand in front of the sea of flowers. The light curtain was as if it were alive, constantly fluctuating with complex energy ripples. Each pulsation caused the surrounding mountains to shatter, and the Spiritual Qi surged violently like a storm.
An Only Book Realm · Intermediate Stage was covered in cold sweat. "Master, the spiritual pressure of this barrier... is even more terrifying than the domain of the Severed Observation Realm. It's probably some kind of ancient remnant array—"
Huo Yuan snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a Flame Annihilation Spear appeared, the air around the spear immediately distorting into a vortex.
"Enough with the nonsense! There must be a treasure within this spirit array! Everyone, listen up! Activate your spiritual energy to block out external disturbances and prepare to forcefully break the array!"
Boom!!!
More than a dozen experts at the Only Book Realm attacked simultaneously, their spiritual light converging into a massive energy shockwave that slammed into the light barrier. The sea of flowers instantly ignited, and space distorted into a giant black hole. However, the light barrier only rippled once before returning to its original state.
Huo Yuan frowned deeply and said in a cold voice, "Damn it! Even the Annihilation Flame Heavy Strike couldn't shake it—it seems I'll have to use my trump card."
He flipped his hand and took out a dark square seal, its surface covered with chaotic star patterns. It was a forbidden seal he had obtained over many years on the Annihilation Wasteland Border — the Annihilation Prison Spirit-Sealing Seal.
He raised the imperial seal high and chanted in a deep voice. "The Prison of Annihilation opens, the Spirit Realm is severed—broken!"
As the seal fell, the heavens and earth roared. A narrow crack was instantly torn open on the outer layer of the spirit array, and the annihilating silver light went berserk, with ancient runes and black light constantly surging out from the crack.
A glint of greed flashed in Huo Yuan's eyes. "It really is Ancient Logic Cultivation God array... Let's go in!"
Dozens of figures rushed into the crack in the light curtain like shooting stars. The world closed behind them again, and the Blue Flower Sea returned to silence. Only a faint white light remained deep in the void—the trace of Qin Yu's existence that had not completely dissipated.
After the light barrier of the spirit array was forcibly torn open by the Annihilation Prison Spirit-Sealing Seal, many cultivators from the Nine Alliances Gang rushed in one after another. As soon as they crossed that boundary, a pressure that seemed to come from "outside of existence" instantly enveloped their souls. The world beneath their feet twisted and collapsed, and the space that should have been a canyon became an endless "Shattered Mirror Realm Sea"—each mirror reflected different celestial phenomena and themselves, and the afterimages torn apart by time and the past locked by cause and effect all overlapped and flickered around them.
Huo Yuan's figure was instantly split into millions, each one roaring the same words in a different spatial rift, "Hold on! Hold the formation!"
But their voices could not overlap, and by the time they reached our ears, they had become broken echoes. It was a fragment of thought in an incomplete layer of the "Divine Cultivation Legacy Realm," whose rules were incomplete and whose logic was unstable. Every step could lead to another dimension of spacetime.
An Only Book Realm · High Stage was the first to lose his balance. The ground beneath his feet transformed into a flowing mirror of runes, and his figure was instantly sucked into it. The next moment, his body appeared in mid-air, but it had already been crushed by the spatial rift, leaving only a wisp of his soul dissipating in the wind.
"Ah--!" The other cultivators cried out in terror, but Huo Yuan roared, shaking the void and forcibly stabilizing the surrounding energy flow. "Everyone, move closer! This is a fragmented realm of an ancient Cultivation God's mind; the spatial logic is discontinuous. Do not use your energy recklessly!"
As he released his incantation, a black spiritual ring spread out, temporarily stabilizing everyone's position. However, they did not realize that on the other side of the sea of mirror light beneath their feet was Qin Yu's "Core Layer of Cultivation God."
The two worlds are separated by only a thin barrier of thought, yet they are invisible to each other. Qin Yu stands in the "white void at the center of the lost world," while the Nine Alliances Gang are located in the "remnants of Cultivation God consciousness." They share the same space, but exist within different narrative logics—unable to see or hear each other, yet able to influence each other's energy structures.
Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes, the whispers of Cultivation God still echoing in his sea of consciousness. A faint white aura emanated from his body, and his aura was extremely stable, but in the next instant, cracks suddenly appeared in the white light of the entire Lost Realm!
His expression changed, and he looked up to see the golden wheel of light patterns in the sky torn apart, a chaotic spiritual pressure tearing at the stability of space. That aura—it wasn't the power of this world, but the forceful intrusion of an outsider.
"... Someone is forcibly breaking into the spirit array." Qin Yu whispered, immediately extending his divine sense. Through the energy vibrations, he clearly sensed the violent and unstable spiritual energy fluctuations outside—it was the spiritual energy of Severed Observation Realm · Initial Stage!
Azure Ring's voice rang in his mind, cold and urgent. "Little Qinzi, those fools are tearing apart the outer barrier of the Lost Realm. If they continue their attack, the 'logic support' of this realm will completely collapse, and you will be forcibly torn out of the spatial rift—even you will be severely injured."
Qin Yu remained silent for a moment, his gaze gradually turning cold.
"I see."
He looked up at the cracking "white sky" above him, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "It seems I have to leave now."
The Silent Origin Stainless Sword appeared in his palm, and the chaotic lotus petals around its blade unfolded one by one. Qin Yu plunged it into the sea of light beneath his feet and whispered, "Silent Origin - Return to the Realm."
Boom--!
The entire lost realm began to collapse, with the surrounding mirrors and streams of light collapsing inward and turning into vortexes. Qin Yu's figure was enveloped by that vortex and transformed into a beam of light that shot out of the realm.
At the same time.
The broken layer where the Nine Alliances Gang was located trembled violently, and countless cracks spread like a spider web. Huo Yuan's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to order a retreat, a blinding white light pierced through the crack in the sky, grazed his spiritual energy, and instantly tore a bloody gash in his protective spiritual domain!
"What--!" He looked up and saw that the light pierced through the entire space, carrying an indescribable pressure, and went straight into the outer boundary.
Within that light, a figure could be vaguely seen, with black hair and white clothes, exuding Silent Void, as if he did not belong to this world.
"That was..." Huo Yuan hadn't finished speaking when the light completely disappeared.
Outside the canyon.
The spirit array shattered with a deafening roar, and a beam of white light shot into the sky, tearing the sky apart in an instant with thousands of annihilation marks. Qin Yu's figure slowly emerged, with residual chaotic light still swirling beneath his feet. His aura was steady and cold, as if he had returned from nothingness.
He looked up into the distance and murmured, "It seems the Divine Cultivation Legacy Realm is nothing special. It only taught me that 'The Source of Epochless'... is the starting point of logic, and also the end point of its end. I thought the Cultivation God would leave behind some cultivation techniques; they're too stingy."
Behind them lay the completely collapsed sea of flowers and spirit array, the wind whipping up dust and light as if devouring everything from the past.