The Five Halls Gather as the Star Chains Plunge in a Drunken Fall

Today's Southern Region does not belong to the Void Obliteration Domain. It is more like belonging to an "unknown universe" that has been inverted onto reality.

The original colors of the sky have been completely swallowed up. In its place is a huge waterfall of light, like a sea of stars falling from the sky.

No one can say for sure how high it is, how far it is, or where it came from.

All we know is that it fell from outside the Void Obliteration Domain, pierced the sky, shattered the rules, and tore through reality. That was not light.

It was formed by billions of stars falling after being forcibly pulled apart by an unseen force.

The Milky Way Waterfall. Every star in the waterfall looks like it has been ground into tiny particles.

As it fell, it left a long trail of light, like countless burning lifelines falling to earth at the same time.

And at the bottom of the Milky Way Falls—the enormous rift valley carved out by starlight,

It is precisely: --The entrance to the Deep Root Lower Layers. The entrance is shaped like a gigantic, inverted "Star Abyss vortex," tens of thousands of miles in diameter.

The edges are surrounded by countless shattered stars, annihilation patterns, and unknown laws and runes.

At the center of the enormous vortex, faintly visible "root lines" extend downwards.

Like the roots of the World Tree hanging upside down, leading to the deepest part of the Void Obliteration Domain.

The Milky Way continued to rain down from the sky, turning the entire earth a frosty white, as falling stars shattered the air.

It splashed out a halo of light like a supernova explosion. And at this moment,

The entrance was already packed with people—thousands upon thousands of cultivators.

From the five great temples, dozens of sects, over a hundred gangs, Liu Yuan Practitioners, and sojourners...

They all gathered here. They were densely packed, from high in the sky to the ground.

From the various floating palaces to the mountain peaks, a total of three layers of "cultivator battlefields" were formed.

The banner of the Chaos First Palace fluttered on the west side, like the Chaos River hanging upside down;

The crowd at the Asura Immortal Hall surged in shades of red and black, like a blood-red sea of battle about to erupt;

The light array of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall forms a ring around it.

It was as if the sky was being sealed off; yet the crowd in the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall barely sensed it.

Like a corner of light being swallowed up; the Heavenly Dao talisman chains of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall fell like rain.

They crisscrossed in the air. The crowds from sects and gangs surged like a tsunami.

Various divine weapons flashed intermittently, their killing intent, spiritual pressure, and True Soul fluctuations intertwining into a chaotic storm.

On the farthest mountain ridge, the group of Liu Yuan Practitioners climbed up like a swarm of shadows.

The roars were laced with a soul-devouring aura. All their gazes were fixed on the same place: the entrance to the Endless Abyss.

The cascading light of the Milky Way illuminated the faces of all the monks.

That abyss was reflected in the pupils of everyone.

Someone whispered, "Deep Root... has finally opened the entrance."

Someone murmured, "This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity..."

Someone gritted their teeth. "Whoever obtains the things Deep Root will be able to step above the Chaos Realm!"

Someone shouted enthusiastically, "The opportunity lies down below! Going down there will be a stroke of luck!!!"

--A cacophony of voices, a deafening spiritual pressure, mountains and seas churning. However--

At the very edge of the central vortex, not a single human voice could be heard.

Because everyone was staring at that entrance to the abyss, which looked like the root of the universe hanging upside down.

It is slowly rotating, and with each rotation, the earth trembles once.

Like the heartbeat of the world, an unimaginably vast cascade of galactic light.

The water continued to pour into the abyss, making the whole scene so spectacular it seemed beyond reality.

The Milky Way's radiant waterfall cascades down, the Deep Root churns, and the crowds surge like a turbulent sea.

Just as everyone's focus shifted to the entrance—

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "--Heavens... heavens!! Look there!!"

The crowd looked up in unison. Then, countless cultivators simultaneously gasped in shock.

Because they saw that the sky was beginning to "erase its color".

It wasn't the clouds dispersing, nor was it nightfall. It was the entire southern sky of the Void Obliteration Domain.

As if gently wiped away by some invisible hand, the colors, light, scent, and presence all faded away.

That area gradually turned into a giant void—a void devoid of color, light, and movement.

The next instant—a faint blue light pattern lit up from the depths of the void.

Then—the entire sky shattered like a broken mirror.

Countless figures slowly emerged from the crack.

There were no footsteps. No sound. No breath.

But their arrival instantly swallowed up all other sounds. -- The Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, along with its tens of thousands of disciples and the Void Stillness Walkers, descended.

The figures of light and shadow emerged from the crack in batches, sometimes in rows, sometimes in groups, and sometimes spreading out like dissipating mist.

The number is countless—ranging from dozens to tens of thousands.

Each of them was translucent, a deep blue, and clad in robes made from fragments reconstructed from "invisible sea crystal chips."

The robes, like weathered light and shadow, sometimes exist, sometimes break apart.

They had no faces, only a pair of terrifyingly deep, dark blue eyes.

Those are eyes that see through to the deepest fears of the soul.

Everyone who got close felt a chill run down their spine.

Space was constantly distorting around them.

The light dimmed as they approached.

The sound was swallowed up at their feet.

Their journey here-

It's as if a part of the world is being "extinguished".

Someone couldn't help but take several steps back. "It's... the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall!! They've appeared!!"

The other person was trembling all over. "This quantity... how is this possible..."

Why does it feel like it's endless?! "The Void Stillness Walkers... isn't even human!"

"They are fragments of the 'Sea of No Return' manifested by the will of the temple!" "Don't get too close!"

Their 'No Observation Technique' will make you forget who you are!

More and more people were filled with fear: "I... I can't see their footsteps..." "They... they're silent..."

"Even the fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao are being eroded... Is this the power of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall?!"

The Void Stillness Walkers continued to descend from the cracks in the sky.

An eerily quiet "silent realm" formed before the entrance.

Someone gritted their teeth. "It seems that Fallen Dawn, Asura, Heavenly Emanation, and Chaos are all coming... but I still feel... only the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall makes me feel like I'm facing death."

The Void Stillness Walkers continued their journey. One of the taller Void Stillness Walkers stopped in mid-air.

He raised his hand. There was no movement. No energy fluctuation.

But the instant it raised its hand—tens of thousands of cultivators near the entrance simultaneously experienced "tinnitus."

It was as if my hearing had been instantly taken away. The air vibrated for three breaths, then fell silent again.

The arrival of the Void Stillness Walkers plunged the entire entrance into a deathly silence.

But the silence of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall had not yet ended when the sky suddenly changed again.

Someone looked up, their expression instantly changing. "The light... the light is falling backwards?!"

On the other side of the sky, a massive wall of light, like a shattered setting sun, slowly appeared.

The light didn't illuminate the heavens and earth, but rather seemed to "devour the afterimage of light."

It was as if a giant curtain of sunset light had been torn apart, with fragments floating in the air.

It breaks, flows, and reforms repeatedly in the wind.

The instant the light barrier stabilized completely— the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall descended.

The Fallen Light Hermits, along with thirteen elders, stepped out of the light curtain.

The appearance of the first place is a silent collapse.

A thin crack appeared in the light barrier, and a figure stepped out—

Clad in a robe woven from shattered light curtain,

Like the flickering rays of the setting sun, his body shone and faded. He made no sound of footsteps, for with each step,

Ground logic would be disrupted, and the air would be rewritten as emptiness. He looked up.

His eyes were obscured by a screen of light, but beneath that screen lay countless tiny fragments of thought.

In constant disintegration and rebirth, he is one of the Fallen Light Hermits, the Thirteenth of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall, whose logic has finally collapsed.

The second, third... all the way up to the thirteenth, slowly walked out from the depths of the light curtain.

The body of every hermit is not a physical entity.

Instead, their forms are composed of countless "indescribable symbols" that flow, vanish, and then recombine.

That was a form beyond language, an existence beyond concepts. Their aura burned like the setting sun.

With a pulse of chaos and desolation, as the thirteen hermits stood simultaneously in the air—across the entire southern sky of the Void Obliteration Domain —logic began to crumble.

The world suddenly seemed to freeze for a moment. The cultivators near the entrance were horrified to discover that their language was becoming disordered.

My thoughts started to fragment. My ideas seemed to be broken into pieces.

Someone exclaimed, "No... something's wrong... what... what am I thinking...?"

The other person clutched their head, their face contorted in pain. "I... I know a sentence... but I can't say it! Why?!"

The third person's voice trembled. "The Hermit... the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall... the Fallen Thought Technique— "

They are... dismantling our thoughts! Step back!!! Fragments of light continue to fall from the sky.

It burned in the air, turning into fire dust that scattered across the void.

Wherever a piece of fire powder falls, the surrounding spatial order instantly becomes disordered:

Left becomes right, front becomes back, cause becomes effect, and effect becomes cause.

One of the cultivators exclaimed in surprise, "My shadow... why is it moving backwards?!"

"Concepts are collapsing... This is the 'Domain of Disorder' of the Fallen Light Hermits..."

Thirteen hermits stood suspended above the Milky Way Falls.

Countless shattered light runes floated around them, like broken embers of a setting sun scattered by the wind. Their existence...

It was as if they were declaring that logic had no place beneath their feet.

Amidst the throng at the entrance, all the cultivators retreated.

Someone whispered, trembling. "The thirteen hermits of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall..."

It really is the legendary 'Thirteenth Order of Logical Collapse'...

The other person was deathly pale. "The Void Stillness Walkers of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall..."

The Fallen Light Hermits at the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall... Now... our chance has been halved again...

The thirteen Fallen Light Hermits all looked up, facing the abyss at the entrance of Deep Root.

They were silent. But in their eyes... the unknown source of light at the bottom of the abyss was reflected.

When the Void Stillness Walkers of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall silenced heaven and earth, and the thirteen hermits of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall shattered logic—

Suddenly, a completely different kind of tremor came from the sky. It was not silence, not collapse, not Realm Collapse.

Instead, it was a chorus of celestial sounds and war drums!!!

The Asura Immortal Hall - Immortal Emanation Asura makes its appearance, and a nine-colored rift of light suddenly appears in the southern sky and sea of clouds.

A vast river of light descended from the sky, as if the heavens were pouring down upon a celestial realm. Within the river of light, first came a clear, melodious sound, like a celestial bell.

Then, suddenly, it was torn apart by a thunderous roar like war drums. The entire sky was ripped open simultaneously by the voices of "immortals" and "Asura".

The river of light seemed to be pulled by two forces—one half was like a gentle, clear, jade-colored stream, the other half was like a raging, roaring, blood-red Asura.

At the very center of this clash of forces—the crowd saw countless figures slowly emerge from the depths of the River of Light. The Asura disciples— the Immortal Emanation Asura —had descended.

The River of Light shattered into countless fragments, each fragment transforming into a semi-illusory, semi-real humanoid figure. Their bodies were formed from the streams of light from the River of Immortal Emanation.

Jade white and blood red alternated, one moment radiant with divine light, the next chilling with blood-red armor.

Some of the Immortal Emanation Asura are draped in flowing jade robes, their movements are as swift as the wind, and their figures are like those of immortals; others are covered in blood armor, their battle intent soaring, like a resurrected Asura of slaughter.

More often than not, their forms shift wildly between the two.

Reality and illusion intertwine. Immortals and Asura coexist. Existence and non-existence interchange.

Their faces darted between ethereal tranquility and Asura ferocity.

It's as if the world can't weave a stable outcome. This is the true power of the Asura Immortal Hall, the Third Divine Palace.

The moment the Immortal Emanation Asura disciples descended, the world was forcibly divided into two domains of light:

A jade-white fairyland emerges on the left, while a blood-red battlefield surges on the right. The two worlds intertwine and tear each other apart.

This created an enormous virtual and real battlefield, a scene that shocked all the cultivators.

Someone exclaimed in surprise, "The virtual and real spaces are merging automatically?!"

A chill ran down someone's spine. "This is the 'Illusory and Real Fusion Technique' of the Asura Immortal Hall... It can make heaven and earth..."

It instantly transformed into a realm of immortals and a battlefield of Asura?!

Dozens of Immortal Emanation Asura stood upon the River of Light, their celestial swords clashing with Asura blades. Ten thousand Immortal Emanation Asura stood at the edge of the abyss.

The aura was like flowers blooming in a fairyland, or like ten thousand soldiers roaring in unison. The numbers were constantly increasing.

Because the River of Immortal Emanation is still flowing. With each fluctuation,

New luminous humanoid figures will be born. Immortal Emanation Asura... are endless.

But what truly broke the crowd was their eyes.

In the eyes of every Immortal Emanation Asura, a profound light, a mixture of reality and illusion, flickered.

It's as if they can see through the "essence" and "non-essence" of others' existence.

Being glanced at makes one feel. "My existence... is being questioned."

Someone screamed, "Are they... immortals?! Or Asura?!"

One of the cultivators suddenly knelt down, his face deathly pale. "No... they are not human..."

"They are the embodiment of the Immortal River's will!!!" "Chen Jieli has arrived!!! The truly powerful direct disciple of the Asura Immortal Hall!"

The crowd trembled at the shout. From the deepest part of the River of Light,

A tall, imposing, and aloof figure stepped forward.

A crimson blade of light was slung across his back, and he was enveloped in celestial light; his aura possessed both creation and destruction.

His face was covered by a mask that depicted him as half-immortal and half- Asura.

Only a hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Jieli, one of the direct disciples of the Asura Immortal Hall. And beside him—

The young man, wearing a gold-cracked mask and exuding an aura of Supreme chaos, stood slowly.

The Asura Wuye the two appeared, the entire southern sky seemed to sink under the weight of their battle intent and divine radiance.

The Milky Way Falls trembled slightly. The Deep Root widened slightly as if sensing some ancient pressure.

The Silent Nothingness Divine Hall brought deathly stillness. The Fallen Dawn Divine Hall brought the collapse of logic. The Asura Immortal Hall brought the fierce aura of dual cultivation of immortality.

Just as the myriad realms were about to be overwhelmed by the pressure of the three great temples—

The sky suddenly "darkened." Not dimmed, not faded.

Instead, it was "swallowed up by chaos." The Fourth Temple— the Chaos First Palace —finally descended.

The chaotic aura rewrote the sky, and a gigantic chaotic rift suddenly appeared high in the sky.

The crack's edge was devoid of light, texture, and sound, as if a corner of the world had been torn open.

Revealing the true "origin of No Definition." And from the depths of the crack—

Layer upon layer of invisible gray-white mist surged forth.

The fog tide is not fog, but rather the outward leakage of the "Heart of Chaos." The lines of heaven and earth begin to distort.

The colors of the space began to be homogenized, and even the light of the Milky Way waterfall was tinged with chaos, becoming half-real and half-illusory.

Someone exclaimed in shock, "That's... the Primordial Mist Realm Chaos First Palace!!!"

The next instant—the misty realm exploded. The Primordial Envoys and his ten thousand disciples...

Unlike other temples, it did not produce a roar or a burst of light.

Disciple of the Chaos First Palace - Primordial Envoys

They appeared without making a sound. They are --

An invisible being born from chaos. Once the supreme being of a certain universe.

In pursuit of eternity, they relinquished their selves and merged into chaos. When they descended,

As if faded from the world's memory and then rewritten, tens of thousands of Primordial Envoys appeared in the air.

They have no physical form, no facial features, and no name.

Half-illusory, half-real, like an outline drawn from primordial chaos.

Sometimes it resembles weathered lines, sometimes a human phantom, and sometimes the afterimage of a shattered universe.

Their steps lacked speed, yet each step felt like stepping on an "undefined fragment of the world."

It pulls the universe itself into the rhythm of chaos.

The monks who were near them all trembled with fear.

Someone couldn't help but stammer, "My... my sense of existence... is being diminished?!"

Another cultivator, pale-faced, exclaimed, "Primordial Envoys —this group of Nameless, selfless beings..."

Even a monster like Asura Wuye would be wary of such a being...

Some even knelt down, saying, "They're not human..."

"They are avatars of the will of chaos!!!" Ten thousand Primordial Envoys stood silently in mid-air.

There were no shouts, no fighting spirit, yet the entire world order seemed to bend slightly beneath their feet.

More than a dozen elders appeared at the same time.

Just as the Primordial Mist Realm surged to its deepest point, steady streams of chaotic light rose from the sea of mist.

Those were true Chaos Palace-level powerhouses—more than a dozen elders of the Chaos Return to Oneness Palace. Each of them possessed an unfathomable aura.

Even the disciples of Silent Void and Fallen Dawn paled at this. And one figure stepped out gracefully...

The light waves of the jade zither hummed softly behind her. Bright Zither Hall, Ling Liangyan, Void Emanation Realm, Ultimate.

The Lord of Boundless Return to Silence. The moment she appeared...

The Primordial Mist Realm instantly brightened by a third. Her presence carried no killing intent.

There was only a cold, quiet sense of oppression.

Someone exclaimed from afar, "That's Elder Ling Liangyan of the Bright Zither Hall!"

"She actually came in person!" Another person exclaimed, their eyes wide with shock.

"I heard that she and Qin Yu, the newly promoted guest elder of the Chaos First Palace, jointly ventured into the fourteenth level of the Yuan Dynasty and wrote their final words..."

But Ling Liangyan didn't look up at the crowd. Her gaze remained calmly fixed on the Deep Root entrance.

He uttered softly, "Qin Yu... where have you gone...?"

The Chaos Elders then stood in the air, together with ten thousand Primordial Envoys —pressing down the heavens and earth so that only the pulse of chaos remained.

This is a team without shouts of battle, without battle cries, and without any sense of intimidation.

Yet, of all the temples, they are the most feared by the world. Because they did not come to fight.

They came not for a chance encounter, but to maintain the true order Deep Root Lower Layers. They are...

Guardian of Chaos. Selfless Patrolman. Eternal Will Beyond the Rules.

Just as the ten thousand Primordial Envoys of the Chaos First Palace pressed down on the sky, making it half-real and half-illusory,

The blood-red light of the fierce immortal battle in the Asura Immortal Hall tore and churned in the clouds; the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall shattered logic.

When the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall silenced all sound—the sky suddenly brightened. It wasn't a cascade of light, nor falling stars, nor the afterglow of a blazing sun.

Instead, it is "the Light of Limitlessness".

It was a light that transcended color, energy, and even existence itself. The instant the light shone...

All phenomena in the southern sky of the entire Void Obliteration Domain--

Falling starlight, surging chaotic mist, and the torn flow of celestial light.

Even the rotational speed of the Deep Root entrance itself --

Everything was forced to a standstill. It was as if the heavens and earth had been pressed on an incredible pause button.

The next moment—a burst of light. Light of Limitlessness exploded from the deepest part of the sky.

Like a cosmic wheel turning in reverse. At its center is a Wheel of Heavenly Emanation.

The outer ring is Fate-Path Star Chain composed of countless fragments of cause and effect.

As the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation slowly rotates, the threads of cause and effect are stretched, rewritten, and intertwined.

It's as if the world's deepest rules are being rearranged.

The light from the Milky Way waterfall was compressed into a narrow line. The instant all the cultivators looked up...

Their hearts skipped a beat, for they saw: the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall descend.

Nine Fate-Emanating Immortal Envoys emerged from the Sea of Heavenly Emanation, followed by tens of thousands of Heavenly Emanation disciples.

At the deepest part of the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation, it seemed as if a "Sea of Destiny" had been opened.

Seawater is not water, but rather—pure fragments of causal light.

From that sea of cause and effect, nine figures emerged one after another. With each step they took...

Every time the line of fate in the sky trembles, the River of Cause and Effect in the world is stirred into a ripple.

They were clad in radiant, shimmering armor, engraved with inverted patterns of fate.

As if the era and the great principles were etched into armor, their faces were...

The mist of fate completely obscures their true appearance, making it impossible for anyone to glimpse it.

But deep within the eyes of every celestial envoy, there seemed to be an ancient, infinite path—

The river of fate. Nameless. Selfless. Formless. Formless.

Yet it controls the segments of nine tributaries of fate.

They never speak. Because for them—

Language, logic, causality... these are all low-dimensional communication methods.

They used -- the fluctuations of fate. The light and energy fluctuations emanating from the steps of the celestial messengers.

It caused a slight "rewriting" of the causal threads of heaven and earth. Even a weak cultivator staggered backward instantly. "My... my future... was shaken?!"

Another person, pale-faced, said, "No... it's not the future... it's a premonition of fate..."

The celestial messenger of the Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall... can 'see' my destiny?!

The nine celestial envoys stood in a line, the Wheel of Heavenly Emanation behind them automatically compressing into a Heavenly Emanation Dragon Chain.

It stretched towards the entrance to the abyss. At that moment, even the Void Stillness Walkers of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall paused for three breaths.

The chaotic light in the eyes of the Fallen Dawn Fallen Light Hermits dimmed slightly.

The light flow of the Asura also paused. The illusory form of the Chaos Messenger trembled slightly.

The Heavenly Emanation Limitless Hall is the only one among the five great palaces that can silence all the powerful figures of the other four palaces.

The five great temples gathered, and the crowd buzzed with discussion.

Around the entrance, countless sects, gangs, and Rogue Cultivator were packed tightly together.

Finally, they couldn't hold back any longer and erupted in a clamor.

Someone exclaimed in a trembling voice, "The five great temples... all of them are here?! This... this is a spectacle unseen in the entire history of the Void Obliteration Domain!!!"

Another person trembled. "For a small sect like ours... going Deep Root Lower Layers... wouldn't that be suicide?"

"Yes! What if we run into the Fallen Dawn or the Asura... who could escape?!" "Let alone the temple..."

Even those Liu Yuan Practitioners are stronger than us!

Some people turned pale and even began to back away. But others had a red glint in their eyes, filled with murderous intent and desire.

"What's there to be afraid of? The Deep Root Lower Layers have always been the battleground and opportunity for the strong!"

"Only those without strength will die; those with strength can still claim the treasure!"

"The temples represent a higher level of conflict; we'll take what we can!"

At the very edge of the dark crevice, a group of menacing, twisted figures slowly approached.

Yes, they are the Liu Yuan Practitioners. They don't care about the Five Great Temples at all.

They only care about killing and devouring. One of the Liu Yuan Practitioners licked his teeth and chuckled softly:

"The Five Great Temples? Ha... The Deep Root Lower Layers don't recognize any temples."

Another hoarse voice said, "Once inside—who lives and who dies will depend on their own abilities."

The wind howled. The Milky Way waterfall roared. The roar from the Deep Root entrance was even more intense.