Annihilation on the Far Shore: Final Beauty Page

Qin Yu in the hall, silently observing the patterns, stone pillars, and flowing light around him...

Not a single word was superfluous. This place is too ancient, too quiet, too profound.

--More like the "bottom page" of the world, not a layer of the world.

In this stillness... a slight ripple appeared in the air.

It wasn't the wind. It was the sensation of "consciousness" being gently lifted from the void.

The shadow in the center of the hall was elongated, transforming into a blurry, unfocused silhouette of a soul.

His silhouette was distorted like smoke, like the remnants of a soul weathered by countless eras, yet it carried an aura of power that transcended life.

The moment Qin Yu's Annihilation Dawn Realm perception touched that figure, his consciousness felt as if it had been gently pressed down.

It's not suppression, it's simply impossible to observe.

Qin Yu's eyes darkened slightly: (... Even the Annihilation Dawn Realm couldn't detect his presence... This isn't as simple as 'higher cultivation level',

Rather—he's not even at the level I can observe.

Extinguished Light stood a step to Qin Yu's side, her black light swaying gently, but she did not speak.

The soul-like figure slowly raised its head. It had no facial features, no expression.

But Qin Yu could sense that he was "looking at him"—a gaze that pierced through countless eras.

Then, that ancient voice, as if it came from the very depths of time, resounded:

"... Thousands of epochs... finally... the destined one has arrived."

The sound wasn't loud, but it lingered throughout the entire palace.

It was a wait so long it defied description, like watching countless galaxies be extinguished and then relit.

Qin Yu did not immediately ask "Why wait?", but first tried to determine the intention of the next sentence from the source of the sound.

He stared directly at the ghostly figure and asked calmly and directly, "Where is this place?"

The soul's form trembled slightly, as if a long-forgotten memory had been awakened.

"... This place... is the bottom of the Void Obliteration Domain... the Deep Root Lower Layers."

As the words "Deep Root Lower Layers" were uttered, the light in the entire palace seemed to dim slightly.

Qin Yu frowned deeply. "Deep Root Lower Layers?"

The shadowy soul continued, "... Deep Root... are not for people to explore..."

Rather... it is... the true beginning of the Void Obliteration Domain...

"It is also... the end." Qin Yu's gaze sharpened slightly.

The soul whispered, like a recounting of history. "Back then... the Void Obliteration Domain had not yet been formed..."

The Five Great Temples were not yet divided... Heaven and Earth had no roots...

The world floats on an unknown sea. Until... Deep Root emerge...

His voice drifted out softly, like dust falling from an ancient stone wall.

"Deep Root is not a secret realm... Deep Root is the root of the Void Obliteration Domain..."

The root of all paths... the root of all causes of existence.

A thought instantly formed in Qin Yu's mind: (In other words—the reason why the Void Obliteration Domain has a 'domain' is...)

Its entire structure is built upon this Deep Root Lower Layers.

The shadowy soul continued, "Back then... that underground battle you witnessed..."

This happens before the Deep Root are fully established.

After that battle, all realms were sealed... the history of the Void Obliteration Domain...

It only truly began from that moment.

Qin Yu thought to himself: (So... the Void Obliteration Domain only has the history of being sealed off from the Deep Root.)

He raised his eyes, his voice calm yet carrying a deep understanding:

"... So the history of the Void Obliteration Domain... only exists from the era after it was Deep Root sealed off."

The shadowy soul slightly raised its head, as if smiling, or perhaps sighing:

"You were able to... see this in the very first moment..."

As expected... you are the one... 'chosen by the coffin'.

Qin Yu did not respond to this statement, but continued to scan the texture and structure of the palace.

He had realized that the Deep Root Lower Layers were more dangerous and more ancient than anywhere else in the Void Obliteration Domain.

At this moment, the soul shadow gently raised its hand, and a wisp of soul light transformed into a shadow pattern, slowly descending in front of Qin Yu:

"... Now that you've come... Deep Root... will turn that page for you."

The patterns of light slowly unfolded before Qin Yu's eyes.

Qin Yu looked up at the soul figure, his expression calm yet filled with deep contemplation.

Before him lay the oldest bottom of the Void Obliteration Domain, the root of all paths. Reaching this point was enough to shatter anyone's common sense about the Void Obliteration Domain. But Qin Yu did not panic. Instead, he instantly archived, attributed, and arranged all the clues.

He spoke in a deep voice, "Since you call this place the root of the Void Obliteration Domain, then... why has no one ever been heard of entering this place? Since it is the root, why does no one come to seek opportunities?"

The shadow of the soul slightly raised its head, as if gazing at the sleeping galaxy.

"... No one can enter... not because no one wants to come..."

"Deep Root Lower Layers... not a secret realm... but the origin page of the Void Obliteration Domain."

"The Page of Origin will only be opened briefly for a single moment within a certain epoch cycle."

Qin Yu frowned slightly. "... I see. When will the entrance open?"

The shadowy soul slowly uttered three words: "One month later."

Boom—this single sentence caused all the spatial textures surrounding the palace to tremble slightly by half an inch.

Qin Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he instantly completed his deduction: (In other words... the "Deep Root Trial" that countless forces in the Void Obliteration Domain are vying for,)

It wasn't a trial at all... it was about seizing that fleeting window of opportunity.

The voice of the soul shadow slowly drifted over. "The Deep Root Entrance... was originally scheduled to reopen in a month at the 'Root Vein Collapse Chasm' Void Obliteration Domain."

"At that time... countless people will flock there." "But—"

The voice of the soul gently brushes past, like dust falling from the sky:

"You are not the person 'at that time'." Qin Yu's heart suddenly jolted.

The shadowy soul stared at him. "The Obliteration Coffin... has chosen you."

Qin Yu clenched his fists slightly, his heart churning with turbulent emotions. The Obliteration Coffin.

He was protected by Azure Ring when he accidentally touched the coffin.

It wasn't an accident, but rather a choice that transcended time.

The shadowy soul continued, "The Obliteration Coffin is the only... key to rapid advancement and Deep Root left behind by our lord."

"Throughout history, no one has ever been able to make the Obliteration Coffin open on its own." "Only... those recognized by the Obliteration Coffin."

Qin Yu listened quietly, quickly processing the information in his mind:

(Obliteration Coffin = the only shortcut to advancement for those Deep Root Lower Layers)

(Recognition by the Obliteration Coffin = Prior qualification)

(This means that one was not an intruder, but rather someone who was chosen.)

This "choice" is not a matter of chance... but a resonance of destiny.

Qin Yu raised his eyes, his voice deep yet extremely penetrating:

"... I see. The entrance to the Deep Root Lower Layers won't open for another month. And I—entered early because of the Obliteration Coffin."

The shadowy soul nodded slightly. The next moment, it raised its hand.

Suddenly, all the light in the palace was drawn into his palm, like countless galaxies being pulled apart.

Then... Boom!

The ground in front of the palace suddenly cracked open, and a giant field of light slowly rose up.

That wasn't a portal. It was a sphere of light suspended between the heavens and the earth.

A sphere of light, nearly the size of a planet, rises between the giant pillars.

Countless golden patterns shimmered inside, and the outer layer of the sphere was enveloped by a sea of clouds.

Within the sea of clouds lies a self-contained "Order Sphere".

The sphere of light seemed to be breathing, as if waiting to be opened.

It was as if the shadowy soul was watching Qin Yu. It gently pushed its palm forward.

"Go, you are destined." The Obliteration Coffin has acknowledged you...

"That page of the Deep Root palace also belongs to you." Qin Yu's gaze sharpened.

He saw within the sphere of light, seemingly endless fragments of life's order flowing slowly, as if calculating the very first breath of a world.

Qin Yu did not hesitate. He took a step, and his figure transformed into a streak of silver light.

Under the silent gaze of the Extinguished Light, they rushed into the teleportation light domain that resembled the core of the celestial canopy.

In an instant—the field of light closed. The galaxy reversed its course. The world turned a new page.

The moment Qin Yu stepped into that sphere of light surrounded by giant pillars, supported by a sea of clouds, and woven with starlight, the world seemed to suddenly lose all logical support.

There was no ground beneath his feet. He had no sense of direction.

Even the concept of "falling" was automatically erased from the world. The entire field of light seemed not to be space, but a --

A piece of paper being turned over, but not yet written on.

Countless golden lines flowed from all directions, without any pattern, beginning, or end, as if the "shattered light of destiny" at the origin of the world was being rearranged.

Qin Yu's image was etched into the depths of the sea of light, and he looked up.

The sea of stars slowly rotated overhead, eventually converging into a massive, cosmic "narrative nebula."

At the center of that nebula... floated a piece of paper—a completely blank piece of paper.

It's not yellowish, nor pale, but rather "the absence of the concept of color" itself.

It hangs above the sea of clouds, like the first page of the Dao of Heaven. Anyone who glances at it will instantly shatter all their preconceived notions about paper.

Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly. (... This is... Nameless object.)

He could see it clearly: this piece of paper—it didn't look like an object. It didn't look like a cultivation technique. It didn't look like a secret treasure.

Rather, it's more like the page used to "write the universe" before the universe itself was written.

At that very moment—the edge of the paper trembled slightly.

It wasn't the wind, but rather its own active breathing.

What followed was an indescribable "blank".

That "blank" is not the absence of content, but rather—the very idea of 'content' has vanished.

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat. His consciousness was instantly drawn half an inch into that blank space, but he immediately pulled his consciousness back from the edge of the blank space with the stability of his Annihilation Dawn Realm sea of consciousness.

He did not panic. Because he saw something extremely terrifying in that "blank space":

The shape of that blank space—it's a ring. It wasn't drawn on, but rather the blank space itself.

Ultimately, this resulted in a circle that "cannot be defined".

The paper fell slightly. The blank ring appeared gently, as if—

The end of narrative. The end of definition. The place where language collapses.

Qin Yu's gaze was deep. (... This piece of paper... is not unfinished. It refuses to be finished.)

Even without Extinguished Light by his side, Qin Yu could deduce the terrifying nature of it all.

Once the last stroke is written on this paper, it will become "the stamp of all narratives in the entire universe".

Therefore... it chooses to remain blank forever.

At that moment, an ancient hissing sound came from the depths of the sea of light.

"... The Final Beauty Page... the deepest part of the Void Obliteration Domain... the draft of the Source of Epochless..."

The paper slowly fell towards Qin Yu. Qin Yu did not reach out to catch it.

But the paper suddenly stopped just before it reached his brow.

It trembled gently, as if recognizing its master. "... Soul frequency matching... Circular response..."

The blank circle on the paper slowly lit up.

Qin Yu's Annihilation Dawn Realm soul consciousness was silently "read" in that instant.

However, it was not invaded.

He immediately understood: (This wasn't reading... but rather it determining whether I was qualified to "ascend it to a higher dimension.")

The blank ring scatters extremely fine light dust.

The light dust transformed into an incredibly gentle, yet absolutely cold, notification:

"You are the one who can make it put pen to paper."

Qin Yu's eyes darkened. (Let me... put down the last stroke? No... it shouldn't be writing. It's about... elevating this paper to a higher dimension?)

At that very moment, a thunderous tremor shook the depths of the Sea of Light.

That ancient consciousness spoke once more, "... When you master this page..."

"I will use my own soul frequency... to elevate it, forge it, and incinerate it..."

"... ultimately... it transforms into Absolute Ring."

Qin Yu's heart tightened suddenly. (Absolutely... a ring?)

The voice from the depths of the sea of light continued, "--The ring is complete."

"All things lose power." The moment those words were uttered—

Qin Yu saw a scene from a certain point in the future.

Paper is elevated to a circular shape.

The ring was guided by his will--

Heaven and earth choked. Time and space extinguished. Narrative ceased. Existence lost its power. The power of that moment...

It was so high that even the Annihilation Dawn Realm couldn't withstand it.

The paper finally landed in Qin Yu's palm.

Gently, coldly, yet it felt as if it held the "unwritten words" of the entire universe in its grasp.

Qin Yu lowered his eyes, looking at the perpetually blank sheet of paper.

Deep in my heart, only one name surfaced: Final Beauty Page.

The sea of light suddenly closed in that instant.

The blank circle instantly vanished, disappearing into the depths of the paper.

Qin Yu gently raised his head, his face obscured by light and shadow.

He ventured deeper. This piece of paper... would ultimately be elevated and forged by him.

Qin Yu held "The Final Beauty Page" in his hand, the eternally blank page floating silently in his palm.

The paper is like a first draft of a world that never touches the ground, with pale gold lines moving across its surface, yet the final stroke can never be made.

The instant the paper touched Qin Yu's soul core—BOOM—!!!

It wasn't a sound, but the "structure of the Soul Domain" bursting open.

The Fifth Form of the Silent Ring Return to the Abyss Diagram within Qin Yu's Body

Soul Suppression, Reflecting Gate Tower, Ring Descent, Extinction Trace, Abyss Explosion

They all light up at the same time.

There was no energy burst, no soul pressure shock.

Rather, all five styles are simultaneously reflected in "The Final Beauty Page".

It was a feeling of "the concept being illuminated".

It was like a giant mirror reflecting the soul rings within Qin Yu's body.

The next instant – First move: Soul Suppression erupts

The Silent Ring Lock Wheel deep within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness suddenly shattered.

No longer just locking onto pseudo-souls as before,

Rather... it locked away Qin Yu's own "Observer's Soul".

The Soul Suppression had locked away Qin Yu's ability to recognize himself.

But Qin Yu's gaze remained calm.

Because he understood: the Final Beauty Page was "comparing his soul frequency".

Light passes through the Soul Wheel,

A transparent, circular shadow fell onto the paper.

The paper trembled slightly—a perfect synchronization of soul frequencies.

The next instant, the second move, Reflecting Gate Tower.

Countless mirrors flashed in the Consciousness Realm.

Qin Yu in the mirror is not a physical entity.

Rather, it is a form of countless overlapping and colliding soul frequency lines.

Reflecting Gate Tower fully presents Qin Yu's "essential structure as a soul body".

The paper slowly fell.

It landed in front of Qin Yu's mirror.

It was as if I were "reading" him.

But the reader is not Qin Yu Yu--

It's not the paper itself that matters.

The mirror shattered. A tiny glimmer of light appeared on the blank circle on the paper.

--Soul structure matching.

The third move then spontaneously elevates the form:

Third Technique: Ring Descent Resonance

A vast, infinite ring, like an abyss of eternal night.

It rose from the depths of Qin Yu's soul domain.

That wasn't summoned by him.

Rather, it was the "Origin of the Ring" lurking within his soul.

The Ring Descent was originally intended to cause false souls to sink and Return to the Abyss.

But now it's having a reverse effect on me—

Scroll down Qin Yu's soul channel,

This pulls us into a deeper "abyss of destiny".

Qin Yu did not resist.

Because he knew:

This is not a danger, but a necessary process for dimensional ascension: the "fall to the bottom of the soul frequency."

The deeper the soul frequency sinks,

Qin Yu could see--

The outline of the Return to the Abyss Diagram is changing.

Not the Five Styles

It's like a complete picture folded behind the Five Styles.

The blank circle on the paper was noticeably brighter by one inch.

--Soul Pendant Core Combination.

Vibration of the light field.

Fourth Form: Automatic Triggering of Extinction Trace Elimination

This time it's not about destroying enemy soul marks.

Instead--

Eradicate the "traces of being a cultivator" from Qin Yu's own body.

Annihilation Dawn Realm, Severed Observation Realm, Logic Realm Realm...

All descriptions of cultivation realms, all definitions of spells, all terms related to destiny...

At this moment, it was reduced to an extremely faint state.

Not being deprived,

Rather, these definitions no longer fully describe Qin Yu.

He is transcending the "writable" format of life.

The Final Beauty Page begins to rotate.

The light from the blank circle resembled a ring of pale gold flame, slowly spreading across the paper.

The fifth move was immediately forced to resonate: Ring Master Resonance - Abyss Explosion Ascension

Originally used to destroy the False Soul Chain Heart, Abyss Explosion

This is not the time to release it against the enemy.

Instead, it's about Qin Yu's own "Soul Frequency Ring" connecting with the "Blank Ring of the Final Beauty Page".

In an instant, the two rings resonated at the same frequency, Qin Yu's soul consciousness experienced an unprecedented shock.

It's not pain, but a feeling of "being replaced in a different hierarchy of existence".

He saw that the five forms of the Return to the Abyss Diagram had been separated from the diagram.

It split into five rays of light, all falling into the blank circle on the paper. Then—the light exploded!!!

The ring is beginning to take shape.

It's not drawn.

It's not about writing it down.

Instead: Qin Yu's soul channel and the blank page of the Final Beauty Page.

--They are mutually causal, mutually pivotal, and mutually mirror images.

At this moment, dimensions overlap.

The Final Beauty Page begins to burn.

Not flames,

Rather, it is the scar of "the narrative itself being deleted".

The entire sheet of paper was "upgraded and forged" by Qin Yu's soul frequency.

Extinguished Light isn't here, but if she were, she would say: --That's not refining, it's "erasing the paper from the concept of the world."

The paper disappeared, leaving only a blank circle.

The ring landed silently and without light in Qin Yu's palm.

But it caused the entire Deep Root Palace to freeze for a moment.

The next instant, the ring and Qin Yu's soul almost overlapped.

The world went dark for a moment, then awoke.

Qin Yu opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils, a faint, cold halo was slowly rotating.

He gently raised his hand.

There was no energy. No light. No magical fluctuations.

But in that instant—it felt as if the Deep Root Lower Layers had been uprooted, stripped of its very right to exist.

The circle is formless. The circle leaves no trace. The circle has no dimensions. --Boundless Return to the Abyss, the Annihilation Other Shore.

Qin Yu uttered these four words softly in his heart.

It wasn't a soliloquy, but rather—

He understood the "name" of the power he had just acquired.

This is not magic, not a skill, not a talent.

Rather: the final form of the Silent Ring. The end of the order of fate. The end of the narrative. The return of the soul frequency to zero.

If he so desires—the moment the circle shines upon him—the right to exist becomes invalid.

At that moment, Qin Yu slowly withdrew his soul frequency.

The Deep Root palace seemed to breathe, as if everything had recognized the new— the Ring Master.