All Myriad Causes and Effects Fall Upon Me

At first, only a few vague whispers lingered in the depths of my Divine Soul, like an echo from distant mountains.

Li Qingluan didn't pay too much attention to it, simply assuming it was due to excessive mental exertion.

"Miss, what's wrong?" The clansmen beside her noticed her momentary daze and asked with concern.

Li Qingluan squeezed her eyes shut, suppressing the strange feeling, and shook her head. "It's nothing, just a little tired."

After saying that, he continued walking towards the Flying Ship where Qin Wangchuan was without stopping.

However, as time went by, the whispers did not fade away; instead, they gradually became clearer.

And then some incredibly clear, yet terrifying images began to appear—

She saw Qin Wangchuan's cold body lying on the Jade Bed, his face pale and lifeless.

She saw her future self, always coming to the Jade Bed at night, her fingertips tracing his already stiff face again and again, her eyes filled with unfathomable loneliness.

She heard herself, in the empty Wangchuan Pavilion, whispering to someone who would never respond again, about the bottlenecks in her cultivation and the changes in the world. Her tone was calm, but every word was filled with anguish.

Then, the scene shifts to one of overwhelming rage and resentment!

She saw herself holding a long sword, fighting a bloody battle against an unknown and powerful enemy, her eyes filled with madness and despair, as if she wanted to burn everything in the world, just to avenge someone.

Finally, Li Qingluan saw herself thrown into the battlefield, fighting against whomever she chose.

Upon closer inspection, the enemy... was none other than Qin Wangchuan.

He coldly raised his hand, and a Sword Light, formed from all laws, pierced through heaven and earth, attacking.

The scene changes.

He lay quietly in his arms, covered in blood, the frost that had been etched between his brows for years seemingly washed away by spring water.

A faint smile crept onto his lips, yet it seemed to hold the weight of millennia—a sense of relief, weariness, and an unspeakable longing, all ultimately settling into an almost transparent tranquility.

"Look—" His breath was weak, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet tinged with a familiar teasing, "Crying again... it's nothing like you."

The bloodied fingertips tried to lift, but ultimately fell limply to the ground.

"The world was destroyed because of me, and the Myriad Ages Dao Lineage were destroyed by my own hands... I am the final calamity of Heavens and Myriad Realms, the great villain destined to be annihilated by justice..."

His breath was weak, but his gaze seemed to pierce through Myriad Ages, looking towards the new world nourished by his blood.

"After this calamity that consumed me is extinguished... you will embark on that path."

"Don't cry... The Immortal Path has been opened, the Immortal Court... still stands..."

Li Qingluan saw it and felt it.

The feeling of your loved one turning to ashes in your arms and disappearing into the world.

What followed was a long, seemingly endless period of sitting and practicing.

In the lonely River of Time, the only thing that seemed to sustain her was that unwavering determination mixed with deep longing and regret...

These images were no longer fragments, but rather a torrent of memories, forcefully flooding into her mind.

Each image carries a corresponding state of mind.

That bone-deep longing, that boundless loneliness, that raging fury, that almost insane stubbornness.

Everything, like heavy shackles, pressed down on her Divine Soul, layer upon layer.

The real corridors and the clansmen coming and going began to intertwine and overlap with the horrific scenes that kept surfacing in his mind.

Li Qingluan's steps became unsteady, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her vision began to blur, unable to distinguish whether what was in front of her was the real Qin Clan Flying Ship or the Ruins in the illusion.

Finally, she "heard" it clearly—

That was not a whisper, but a crystal-clear message, filled with endless resolve and unwavering determination.

It was another "her" who burned everything, transcending time and space, leaving behind a final warning and entrustment.

"This time... I'm on his side..."

The whisper rang out again, this time like a thunderclap, carrying an undeniable resolve!

Finally, relying on instinct, Li Qingluan staggered to the door of Qin Wangchuan's Quiet Room.

Almost the instant the door opened, she couldn't even see who was inside. All her reason was overwhelmed by the surging torrent of emotions, a mixture of immense sorrow and the joy of regaining what she had lost.

To Qin Wangchuan's astonishment, Li Qingluan, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly with all her might.

The girl's body trembled slightly, as if if she let go, the person in front of her would disappear again like a phantom.

Qin Wangchuan was slightly taken aback by her sudden embrace, and then felt the body in his arms trembling violently.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and gently patted her back, asking in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Li Qingluan suddenly raised her head, tears still welling in her eyes, and opened her mouth to speak:

"I see you! I see you..."

However, the words abruptly stopped.

The grief, fear, and anxiety on Li Qingluan's face seemed to be wiped away in an instant by an invisible hand.

All that remained was utter bewilderment and emptiness.

She abruptly broke free from Qin Wangchuan's embrace, staggering back a step.

His eyes swept around in confusion before finally settling on Qin Wangchuan.

"I... I forgot..." she murmured to herself, her brows furrowed tightly. She tapped her forehead hard. "I clearly had something very important just now... something very important... how come I can't remember anything at all?"

"It's alright, don't think about it if you can't remember." Qin Wangchuan, seeing her unusual demeanor, already understood.

This is clearly something left behind by Li Qingluan from the future, transcending time and space.

However, what she left behind may involve cause and effect, and has been temporarily erased.

"No! It's related!" Li Qingluan suddenly became agitated, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible panic. "I shouldn't have forgotten! I absolutely shouldn't have forgotten! That feeling... that feeling is like..."

It was like a vow branded into one's soul, yet its traces were ruthlessly erased.

Seeing her face slightly distorted and her eyes unfocused as she tried so hard to remember, Qin Wangchuan no longer hesitated.

He stepped forward and, without saying a word, pulled her tightly into his arms.

"It's alright." His voice was deep and steady, carrying a reassuring strength.

However, Li Qingluan did not calm down immediately. She struggled violently in his arms, weakly pushing against his chest with her hands, her voice choked with sobs:

"You don't understand... that's very important! It can't be forgotten..."

Qin Wangchuan didn't let go; instead, he tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace, enveloping her unease with his body heat and heartbeat.

He repeated words of comfort, again and again.

"I understand, I understand..."

Gradually, that strong embrace and steady heartbeat seemed to build a safe haven that isolated me from the outside world.

Li Qingluan's resistance gradually weakened, her tense body slowly relaxed, and she finally collapsed completely into his arms, leaving only soft, suppressed sobs.

"It's okay if you forget..."

Once she had finally calmed down, Qin Wangchuan loosened his grip slightly, but still held her close in his arms.

His gaze passed over her shoulder, looking into the unknown void, his eyes revealing a calm and resolute understanding of everything.

'Because, it's enough that I remember.'

'I will bear all the consequences, all the blood and tears.'