Three Treasures Claimed, the Mighty Contend

The entire Annihilation Void Sky Curtain had now transformed into a boiling Holy Domain Storm. The shattered spatial layers crashed and reformed amidst the roar, and countless rays of light converged into a collapsing Abyss of Holy Radiance. The five Primordial Limitless Sacred Treasure, like shattered stars after the self-destruction of the Heart of the Epoch, pierced through the sky and scattered, illuminating the entire ruins of the fallen Lingyao Immortal Palace. That was "Holy Realm Light," a level higher than divine radiance, each ray carrying the dual breath of annihilation and creation.

Among all the streams of light, the most dazzling one is none other than the Primordial Sacred Core.

It hovered in mid-air, motionless, its outer layer enveloped in an energy field that alternated between pure white and pitch black, sometimes radiating, sometimes engulfing. Each fluctuation caused the surrounding space to disappear by hundreds of feet, even drawing the laws of nature into its colorless core.

Standing atop the collapsed rooftop, his robes fluttering in the wind, Yan Xuanyao's gaze pierced through countless layers of spiritual mist, fixed intently on the sacred core. It was a "source" he had never seen before in his life, a sacred substance that even Annihilation Void himself could not define. He murmured softly, "The Heart of Primordial Chaos... the Sacred Root of an Epoch... it has truly manifested in this realm."

In the next instant, he moved, the void beneath his feet shattered into a mirror, and he vanished in an instant, leaving only three afterimages of annihilation.

Yan Xuanyao traversed through layers of collapsed realms at such speed that even the flow of time was torn apart. Just as he was about to approach the Primordial Sacred Core, waves of greedy auras erupted from all directions.

More than ten figures rushed toward the Sacred Core almost simultaneously. They were all experts at the Annihilation Dawn Mirror or even the Annihilation Origin level, from various domain alliances and Nameless sects, and their eyes burned with naked greed.

"That's Primordial Sacred Core! Obtaining it can pacify the Jiwu!"

"Although Yan Xuanyao is strong, we may not be afraid of him if we attack together!"

The howling sound merged into a storm, and dozens of divine skills, soul consciousness, and domains erupted at the same moment. The extremely dazzling energy flow poured down like a waterfall, making the entire holy domain burn like the end of the world.

Yan Xuanyao stopped in his tracks, his gaze shifting from indifference to icy coldness. A slight smile played on his lips, his voice, though calm, resonated like thunder across the heavens.

"You dare to compete with me for this treasure?"

He slowly raised his right palm, and a black-gold halo appeared in his palm. The halo was not a physical object, but was composed of thirty-six layers of Annihilation Reincarnation Formation. The array patterns rotated slowly like a nebula, each rotation carrying the sound of tens of thousands of years of collapse.

"Since you do not understand death, then let silence be your witness—"

He sighed softly.

The halo in his palm suddenly spun, and instantly, all the colors in the entire sacred domain were stripped away!

Boom--!!!

A burst of darkness erupted from Yan Xuanyao's hand, instantly expanding into a vortex hundreds of millions of feet wide, as if even time itself had been forcibly restarted. It was a "logic of Annihilation" that transcended energy; wherever it passed, all the pursuing cultivators were directly wiped out without a sound, without burning, and without even consciousness.

Their bodies vanished, their souls vanished, and even the concept of "they once existed" was completely erased from the world.

Space collapsed, folded, and subsided beneath his fingertips—leaving him alone in the eye of the storm.

Yan Xuanyao slowly withdrew his palm, glancing indifferently at the still dissipating mist. "Fool, what is there to fight for?"

With a single step, the Annihilation shockwaves transformed into a staircase, extending from the void into the light layer where the Holy Core resided. With each step, Yan Xuanyao's figure became increasingly ethereal, as if even he himself was being eroded by that holy radiance.

The outer layer of the Primordial Sacred Core fluctuated violently, and a halo of white and black light shot out thousands of feet, as if refusing to be touched.

Yan Xuanyao's eyes remained calm. He raised his hand, and a wisp of Silent Void Divine Radiance condensed at his fingertips—the supreme divine consciousness imprint of the Elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, containing "Silent Eternal Cause: Immortal Sealing Law".

"You were born in the Primordial Sacred Domain, but you will ultimately return to Silent Void."

He used his finger as a pen to slowly write a symbol in the air.

"Lonely".

As the word was uttered, the entire world seemed to freeze in its turbulence.

The radiance of the Primordial Sacred Core was swallowed up by that one word. Black and white dimmed simultaneously, and the originally restless saintly essence within the core slowly calmed down, as if soothed by an invisible force.

Yan Xuanyao's palm reached into that light. Instantly, countless reverse energy flows rushed into his arm bone.

His body shuddered, and countless cracks appeared on his skin. Golden blood gushed out from under his skin, but was instantly annihilated and absorbed back.

"Heh... truly worthy of being Primordial Sacred Core." He chuckled softly.

"Even someone with my level of cultivation would find it difficult to withstand... but I'm determined to have this power."

The Silent Void Divine Radiance erupted, transforming the entire sacred domain into a moonless, lightless circle.

All sounds of laws, breaths of the soul, and the flow of time were sealed off.

In that deathly silence, a flash of black gold appeared in Yan Xuanyao's palm— the Primordial Sacred Core, which he sealed completely within his hand.

Liberation. The winds of change rise again.

Everyone looked up and saw Yan Xuanyao's back as solid as a mountain, standing like a god at the end of the collapsing holy light. The light around him no longer flickered, but was completely absorbed into the holy core.

He turned around, glanced indifferently at the cultivators in the distance who were filled with greed but dared not make a move, and smiled coldly.

"This thing... Silent Void. Anyone who harbors further deluded thoughts will also Entering Stillness."

As his voice fell silent, the entire battlefield fell into an instant—even breathing became an offense.

The Annihilation Void roared, and the winds of the shattered Holy Realm swept across the entire collapsed Lingyao Palace Domain. The sky shattered into layers of light curtains, and countless fragments of holy radiance scattered in the storm, like billions of shattered stars falling to earth. The Primordial Sacred Core had been taken by Yan Xuanyao, but the other four Holy Treasures were howling and flying in the ownerless heavenly domain—among them, the most dazzling golden rainbow of Annihilation Radiance was tearing through the void and falling into the ruined Holy Peak on the west side, that was— Sacred Radiance Limitless.

Nan Lan, an elder of the Chaos Return to Oneness Palace, stood atop the rifting sky, his long hair flowing like clouds and his robes fluttering. Six chaotic rings appeared around him, each rotating in reverse. As the six colors of gold, white, purple, black, gray, and blue flowed, the form and formlessness of space were constantly reversed, and the order of heaven and earth seemed to be rewritten by his will.

His gaze was calm, yet his voice carried an irresistible majesty. "Sacred Radiance Limitless... indeed, it originates from the same source as you."

He slightly raised his hands, and the air between his palms instantly collapsed, a chaotic phantom rising from his body—it was the illusion of a faceless giant god, with six arms dragging different spatial rifts.

"Return to One: Six Extremes Primordial Chaos Array - Activate!"

In an instant, the noise of the collapse of all worlds was completely suppressed.

A silence that traveled faster than the speed of light spread out, even the thunder was silenced.

In the silence, the Sacred Radiance Limitless burst forth with dazzling white light, waves of light surging like a tide, instantly transforming the surrounding thousand feet into a blazing refining domain. Those cultivators who approached did not even have time to react before their bodies turned to ashes, their souls were completely annihilated, leaving only the dust of their clothes.

At this moment, all six rings of Nan Lan exploded, the halos shattered and transformed into six chaotic star streams, which condensed behind him into a giant blade forged from "spatial self-folding".

That is the secret technique of the Chaos Return to Oneness Palace — the Chaos Silent Abyss Blade.

He stepped into the void, and a blade of light rose from the ground, slashing towards the sky where the Sacred Radiance Limitless resided.

The moment light collides with light, the world's colors vanish.

Countless spatial planes were simultaneously stretched into sheets, as if ten thousand mirrors shattered at the same moment; wind, clouds, light, shadow, rules, and time were sliced into strip-like fragments, floating slowly around Nan Lan. A silent shimmering wave erupted from the center of the holy radiance, a "holy law collapse" that transcended energy, capable of rewriting the definition of all existence into "gray."

However, Nan Lan remained completely still.

The Annihilation Abyss Mark on his forehead ignited, and a stream of chaotic light rose from his body, forcibly restoring that gray domain into a tangible space.

"Sacred Radiance Limitless... You are born of light, I am made of chaos."

"If light is the extreme, then chaos is the source!"

He roared, and his entire being merged with the Chaos Silent Abyss Blade, transforming into a six-colored light dragon that roared and pierced through the sky.

In that instant, the core light domain of the Sacred Radiance Limitless was pierced, and chaotic energy poured into it. The rhythm of light and the origin of darkness tore violently at the core, forming a Holy Radiance sphere that rotated in black and white.

All that could be seen in the direction everyone was looking up was the sphere continuously compressing, collapsing, and finally—freezing.

The wind stopped. The light faded. The sky closed up again.

Nan Lan slowly descended, and the still Sacred Radiance Limitless appeared in her hand. It had no light, yet it caused time to revolve around it, as if the entire world's timeline was being gently held in place by it.

Nan Lan grasped the Sacred Radiance Limitless with one hand, her expression calm, but the shock in her eyes was hard to conceal.

"This is not a treasure... this is the very lifeblood of the Holy Realm. If this item were to fall into the mortal realm, the Three Realms would surely fall into utter desolation."

He absorbed the Sacred Radiance Limitless into the Chaos Seal Ring in his palm, closed his eyes to steady his breath, and his silhouette stood like a monument as tall as heaven and earth, against the collapsing sky.

Meanwhile, in another sacred realm far away, Yan Xuanyao Temple still stood silently holding the Primordial Sacred Core. The holy radiance of the two intertwined in the high sky, forming two sacred yet oppressive aurora borealis.

The sky above Lingyao Immortal Palace completely cracked open, and the shattered light poured down like burning clouds. Gan Yaokong, an elder of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall, stood atop the ruins of the collapsed star palace.

Clad in a golden robe of Heavenly Emanation, the aura behind him, as it was lifted by the fierce wind, resembled a sky woven from countless "timelines" slowly revolving. Each line was writing, each moment a chapter of destiny.

He is the strongest "Destiny Order Writer" in the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall.

At this moment, his gaze fell on the churning "Annihilation Vortex" in the distance, which was the Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss, one of the five sacred treasures.

That holy radiance was not light, but the shape of an abyss. Layers of collapsing light and shadow chased each other in the void, as if the light was trying to escape the darkness it projected. With each shift, another layer of the sky collapsed.

Gan Yaokong whispered, "The Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss... can devour all darkness beneath the definition of existence."

He extended his right hand, and a "golden Fate Brush" materialized out of thin air. The pen was not made of matter, but rather folded and formed from his Spiritual Sense. With a flick of the pen's tip, the void trembled, and a line of characters appeared:

[Prologue 1: Heaven and Earth Have Form.]

Golden light flowed, the shattered space reformed, and the raging annihilation storm around him was instantly tamed into a quiet circular domain.

But before things could stabilize, the Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss suddenly became agitated.

From its core depths, countless undercurrents erupt, each like a "reflection of time," carrying destructive gravitational waves that pour out in all directions.

Gan Yaokong's brows furrowed, but his brushstrokes did not stop:

[Preface 2: Spatiotemporal Order.]

--boom!!!

Countless dark currents and bands of light collided simultaneously in front of him, forming a mirror-like time wall. Time was frozen, and even the direction of energy flow was locked.

A chain of golden characters appeared on the mirror wall— the Heavenly Emanation True Script, each character a manifestation of a law.

"The Laws of Heavenly Emanation: The Order of Boundaries!"

With a sudden stroke, his brush pierced the void. In that instant, the swirling currents of the Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss were forcibly severed in two, as if "commanded" to be stopped.

However, this force was beyond human control—the Holy Abyss violently backfired, and all the broken light and darkness were reversed and reassembled in the void, condensing into an invisible giant maw, as if to devour the "existence" he had written.

Gan Yaokong's figure disintegrated instantly, and the next moment, he appeared ten thousand feet away. The golden pen spun in the air and was then thrown out.

The tip of the pen transformed into countless points of light, connecting to form a curve of destiny, like a golden dragon vein surging into the sacred abyss.

His voice came from within the storm, low and chilling:

"Since you are Boundless Realm, then I will write your boundaries—"

[Prologue 3: The Abyss Has Boundaries.]

The moment that stroke was completed, the world seemed to darken.

The light of the Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss suddenly froze, and the shadows of the entire world were instantly locked within three thousand feet around it, as if a command to "cease existence" had been pressed.

Gan Yaokong, and the golden ring of destiny in his palm spun faster. The light flowed like the pages of a book turning, and thousands of characters swirled around him, forming a river of Fate Book.

The river flows straight into the heart of the sacred abyss.

Boom--!!!

At that moment, the layers of space and time collapsed into a mirror. Heaven, earth, light, shadow, wind, sound, and soul—all froze.

Gan Yaokong stepped into this silent mirror realm, golden pen in hand, his expression solemn, his voice like a judgment from the very source of the Heavenly Emanation Laws:

"Where destiny is written, the boundaries will never overflow."

A single stroke of the pen.

A golden seal emerged from the center of the Mirror Realm, overlapping with the core radiance of the Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss.

Light and darkness clashed, producing a low "hum" sound. It was the sound of the laws of the entire Annihilation Void Era being forced to adjust.

The next moment, the darkness completely subsided.

The Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss was sealed within the golden seal. It lost its flow and its will to retaliate, leaving only layers of dark ripples slowly swirling, like a sleeping miniature universe.

Gan Yaokong reached out and gently lifted the golden seal, his face calm, but a deep, undisguised shock lurked in his eyes. "This thing... can actually use concepts as bait to devour existence itself. If it falls into the hands of mortals, all realms will be thrown into chaos."

He took a deep breath and sealed the Boundless Realm Sacred Abyss into the Heavenly Emanation Fate Seal.

Behind him, space collapsed again, all the Heavenly Emanation Script patterns vanished like dust, leaving him alone at the end of the light's extinction.

High in the sky, the Primordial Sacred Core and the Sacred Radiance Limitless shone brightly in the distance, while a third pillar of light rose from beneath Gan Yaokong's feet. The three intertwined to form a massive Sacred Radiance Array, illuminating the entire Annihilation Void Dome.