Annihilation Abyss Urgently Summons Yunyi Home
The eerie winds of the ruined city of Annihilation Abyss echoed among the broken walls, and dust swirled in the air like fragments of time flowing in the shadows. As soon as Qin Yu stepped into the depths of the stele tower, the entire space suddenly trembled, and a familiar yet profound fluctuation erupted in his sea of consciousness. It was not Realm Spirit pressure, but rather came from a vast distance—a magnificent space-time that transcended the Void Obliteration Domain.
The frequency of the fluctuations was extremely unique, carrying the primordial imprint of the "Annihilation Abyss Epoch." That was a supreme realm personally created by Qin Yu, an independent universe extending from the Era of Silent Origin, and now, the rhythm of that universe was beginning to become unstable. Qin Yu's mind jolted, and he immediately stood still, closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly dissolved into...
--boom.
His consciousness seemed to fall into an endless sea of stars. Stars hung upside down, and the barriers peeled away layer by layer, revealing a familiar and solemn grand realm in his sea of consciousness. It was a projection of the "Annihilation Abyss Epoch"—billions of eternal domains revolved around the Silent Origin Heart Wheel, the Heavenly Abyss Pillar pierced the void, and spiritual energy flowed like the Milky Way flowing backward.
In the center of that Realm Sea, a figure almost identical to him slowly materialized. The figure stood in the void, surrounded by a deep golden aura, with endless wisdom and coldness flowing in his eyes—that was Qin Yu Yingling, his perfect clone, the master guardian of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch.
"Lord, you have come."
The voice, like a divine bell in the still night, carried a tremor of Spiritual Sense that had traveled billions of miles away. Qin Yu opened his eyes, his expression slightly changing. "Yingling, something happened to the Annihilation Abyss Epoch?"
Yingling nodded slightly, her expression solemn. "Yes. Three days ago, the spacetime barrier at the boundary of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch tore open, and a tide of monsters from other dimensions poured in through the rift—those things are not composed of any known logical realm or Fate Soul realm; their essence is 'Narrative Residual Constructs' —fragments of abandoned world logic, half-illusory and half-real, capable of devouring order and laws."
Qin Yu's brows furrowed slowly, the light and shadow in his sea of consciousness fluctuated more and more violently, and his aura stirred slightly, causing the void of the tomb domain to tremble faintly.
Yingling continued, "Three of the seven defensive layers of the outer ring of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch have already fallen, and fierce battles are raging in the Silent Light Heavenly Domain and the Soul Annihilation Plain. Each of those 'Outer-Dimensional Beasts' can rewrite its own logic of existence—we cannot erase them using conventional Annihilation techniques. If left unchecked, the Annihilation Abyss Epoch will likely be completely devoured within a few dozen days."
Qin Yu was silent for a moment, then his voice was deep and thunderous. "I understand... It seems that this time, the 'Annihilation Abyss Epoch' has been chosen as an invasion node for a higher-dimensional narrative."
Yingling gently raised her hand, and a beam of light appeared. She embedded a burning star map into Qin Yu's sea of consciousness. It was a battle map of the outer domain of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch: thousands upon thousands of black vortexes spread across the star field, countless streams of soul light shattered within them, and the spiritual lines of heaven and earth were torn into pieces, as if the blood of the universe was seeping into the void.
"Look at how to deal with this next." Yingling's voice was calm but slightly trembling. "Although the Annihilation Abyss Epoch is still running, if that external dimensional logic spreads, even the 'Silent Origin Main Ring' will be corrupted. At that time, not only the Annihilation Abyss Epoch, but even the Fate Soul logic of our lineage will collapse."
Qin Yu raised his head, his gaze piercing through the illusion in his sea of consciousness, looking straight towards the end of the void.
"Understood, Yingling. Continue to stabilize the inner domain boundary and prevent them from crossing the 'Annihilation Abyss Origin Platform.' If necessary, invoke the spirit realm projection of the 'Silent Origin Stainless Sword' —I will completely end all of this after returning to the realm."
Yingling nodded, her figure gradually fading in the stream of light, leaving only a final, deep echo:
"Yes, I understand. Annihilation Abyss Epoch, we await your return."
The resonance in his mind slowly dissipated, and the world returned to silence. Dust from the ruined city drifted down from the sky, landing on Qin Yu's shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them.
"External dimensions... Narrative Residual Constructs... it seems that even the external world has begun to stir during the years I've been away."
He looked up at the sky, where the air currents of the Annihilation Abyss Rending Domain swirled among the stars, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Within his sea of consciousness, the once tranquil Soul Sea suddenly rippled. Countless silver-white butterfly lights emerged from those ripples, then transformed into starlight, and a familiar soft light bloomed between Qin Yu's brows. The star butterflies fluttered their wings, and the void softened into a lake of light mist, where a stunningly beautiful figure slowly appeared— Yunyi.
Her robes were like a dream, as white as snow, and butterfly-like soul wings slowly unfurled behind her, carrying a long-lost gentleness in her spiritual aura. The moment those bright eyes opened, all the light in her sea of consciousness seemed to be awakened.
"Hmm? Little Qinzi... is that you calling me?" Her voice carried a touch of languid dreaminess, like a spring breeze caressing the water's surface.
Qin Yu smiled at her, his gaze deep and unwavering. "Yunyi, something's happened in the Annihilation Abyss Epoch. The outer dimension's monster tide has invaded, and the defenses there need your help. Right now, in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer, I can handle it alone; you don't need to intervene here for the time being."
Yunyi's expression froze, the dreamy light in her starry eyes dimming slightly. She pursed her lips, her voice low and soft yet tinged with reluctance. "Annihilation Abyss Epoch... something happened?"
Qin Yu nodded, his tone calm yet resolute. "Yingling is fighting over there. Ruishan is also coordinating the Source Tower's military lines. Go help them stabilize the outer ring. I can sense that the essence of that power belongs to 'Narrative Residual Constructs,' and ordinary seals are ineffective—but I will find its source."
Yunyi was silent for a few moments, then smiled softly. Her smile was like the wings of a star butterfly gliding through the night, faint yet bright. "I understand. Since you last awoke, you've rarely called me. It seems... you're going to walk that path no one else can reach again."
Qin Yu looked at her, slightly raised his hand, and light intertwined in his palm. The golden thread at his fingertips transformed into spatial runes that spread through the void. He said softly, "Leave this part to me. Go—there lies the battlefield most suited to you."
A hint of reluctance flashed in Yunyi's eyes. She raised her hand and gently touched Qin Yu's chest. Light butterflies flew from her palm and circled around Qin Yu's sea of consciousness, like a silent farewell.
"Then be careful not to push yourself too far. Everyone in the Annihilation Abyss Epoch is waiting for you to come back."
Qin Yu smiled, and in that instant, all the starlight in his sea of consciousness converged in his palm. As he slowly raised his arm, a white rift Time Splitting appeared, its edges flowing with the illusory light of the Annihilation Abyss and chaotic particles. Qin Yu's voice echoed deep and resonantly in the vibrating space:
"The Annihilation Abyss Epoch: Boundary Coordinates - Beginning."
Boom--
The starry sky collapsed, and her sea of consciousness, like a mirror reflecting all worlds, shattered completely. Yunyi's body transformed into countless star butterflies, swept upwards by the stream of light. She turned back for one last look at him, a look containing a thousand unspoken words, which condensed into a soft whisper, "Waiting for you to come home."
Qin Yu's gaze remained fixed, and he pushed forward with his palm.
"Go."
Starlight suddenly ignited. The torn space exploded in his palm like a miniature Star Abyss, Yunyi's spirit image merged into the stream of light and was sent to the coordinates of the Annihilation Abyss Epoch. The moment the void gate closed, his sea of consciousness returned to silence, leaving only a few withered butterflies dissipating in the wind.
Qin Yu stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the distance. The wind whipped up ashes, swallowing his shadow, and his whisper seemed to echo in the silence.
"As long as the Annihilation Abyss Epoch exists, it will never perish."
Then, he took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the Stainless light mist, and the world fell Ji Ran.
The wind still whispered through the ashes as Qin Yu walked alone behind the desolate cluster of tombstones. Each tombstone was engraved with ancient symbols long since unrecognizable, the inscriptions fragmented, as if swallowed by time and war. The tombstones were not still, but floated slowly in the wind, as if even the definition of "gravity" had been erased here. Qin Yu's footsteps were silent, his clothes brushing against the air, not even daring to disturb the dust.
As he passed the last row of sloping tombstones, the view ahead suddenly changed.
It was a wasteland completely forgotten by time, the sky hanging low, its color like a gray-silver soaked in ink; huge cracks stretched from the distant horizon to his feet, and from the cracks came a stream of eerie blue energy, like some ancient "world veins" still pulsating faintly. Qin Yu looked up, and the terrain in the distance gradually collapsed into a swirling canyon-like vortex—that was a deeper part of the Annihilation Abyss Rift, seemingly leading to the core of some sealed existence.
He narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in his eyes.
"The aura here... doesn't seem to be from a naturally formed Realm Splitting, but rather something that was forcibly torn open."
With a gentle lift of his hand, the Stainless Silent Origin Sword appeared in his palm. The sword's edge was not yet fully solidified, but it stirred up ripples of light in the air. The ashes were parted by the invisible sword intent, revealing faintly shimmering traces of a magic array below—an ancient sealing pattern, spiraling downwards into the earth, faintly carrying the pulse of "Annihilation Origin Logic".
Qin Yu crouched down, his fingertips touching the ground. In an instant, the energy lines beneath his feet lit up, and a cold light streaked across the surface, illuminating the dark layers of the wasteland. The wind suddenly turned extremely cold, gray mist swirled, and a low breathing sound echoed in the distance.
That wasn't the sound of the wind.
It was an awakening of "existence".
"Something beneath the Annihilation Abyss... that isn't quite dead yet?" Qin Yu murmured softly.
He stood up, his gaze deep and calm, and slowly raised the sword. The oppressive atmosphere in the air grew stronger, as if countless unseen eyes were watching him from the ground.
Suddenly, a very low "hum" came from underground, and then the earth trembled as if it were alive. Countless shattered tombstones were blasted into the air, hovering and rotating, forming a huge circular array. The inscriptions on the surface of the tombstones began to flash again, and the symbols lit up one after another, piecing together a huge "Soul Annihilation Chain Pattern", which slowly coiled in the void.
Qin Yu raised his head slightly, and a golden light shone between his brows.
"What's sealed here... isn't just the soul of the dead."
As the last chain closed, the gray mist beneath the ground was suddenly torn apart, and a chaotic torrent of annihilation surged forth, accompanied by countless fragments of will—not mere souls, but rather "definitions of consciousness" before their annihilation. They screamed silently, as if some "denied existence" was struggling to reconstruct itself.
Qin Yu remained expressionless, his two fingers joined together, a glint of annihilation light flashing in his palm.
"It seems that even Annihilation Abyss is unwilling to mention what is buried here."
He moved swiftly, his robes billowing in the wind, and the instant his foot landed, nine halos appeared in his sea of consciousness. Each halo represented his supreme control over his Fate Soul within the Only Book Realm Bliss, and then—
--boom!
The void collapsed.
With the Stainless Silent Origin Sword as his core, he unleashed a sword strike that pierced the heavens and earth, tearing apart the seal layer beneath the tombstones. Instantly, a dark red wave of energy surged into the sky, swirling up countless dust particles and fragments of soul light, as if countless spirits were breathing at the same moment. That power, mixed with pain, resentment, and lost consciousness, almost solidified into a physical form.
Ashes turned into storms, and the sound of the wind turned into sobs.
A colossal "Soul Annihilation Beast," formed from the remnants of consciousness, slowly rose from the ground. It had no physical form, yet it constantly shifted into countless human, beast, and shadowy silhouettes, each flash accompanied by an illusion of a civilization's destruction.
Qin Yu slightly raised his gaze, remaining Ji Ran, holding a pen in his left hand and a sword in his right.
"Then... let me see what you're really guarding."
Behind him, the nine rings of his sea of consciousness ignited simultaneously, with countless golden patterns of life law swirling upwards. The annihilating gray light intertwined around him, forming a light curtain, and a deep tremor resounded between heaven and earth, as if even this desolate realm was waiting for this attack to arrive.
The next instant, the sword was drawn, its light splitting the heavens.