He Walked the Perfect Timeline Among Countless Selves

After an unknown amount of time, the shouts from the square below gradually faded and eventually fell silent.

All the people knew was that the figure had climbed to a height that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Jie Jin Jian Wo am not omnipotent; there is a limit to the external force I can absorb.

The Immortal Bone, having exhausted their power, finally lost their brilliance and returned to silence.

The golden light emanating from Qin Wangchuan had long since subsided. His dark robes, soaked with blood and dried by the Gale Wind, now bore mottled dark marks.

At this moment, only pure willpower is sustaining this crippled body.

His breathing was steady and long, but each step felt as heavy as if he were carrying the entire world on his back.

Finally, just as he was about to put his foot down again, Qin Wangchuan stopped.

He withdrew his foot and looked down at the Golden Steps, which were no different from before.

Looking around, I realized we were above the clouds, in complete emptiness, with nothing at all.

But it should be there.

A profound feeling welled up inside me.

He knew he had reached the end of this "Heavenly Road".

Just one step.

Taking the next step will grant you something—perhaps a gift, or even a direct breakthrough.

However, in reality, with nearly a hundred times the accumulation of Origin Source energy, Qin Wangchuan already possessed the strength to break through to the Supreme Being.

He deliberately suppressed it, unwilling to easily cross that threshold.

Find someone to guide you, and you'll discover the name that's deep in your heart.

Once announced, one can directly enter the Supreme Realm.

But he didn't.

Instead, they focused all their energy on developing the Dual Heaven-Earth Method, pursuing ultimate perfection.

A breakthrough at this point wouldn't be considered perfect.

The noisy whispers around him disappeared, and the lingering image stopped at some point, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

In the end, Qin Wangchuan made his choice.

With a push, he sent Dragon Scale, who had been holding his hand, up the Golden Steps.

The girl in the Dragon Scale was also covered in wounds, her eyes filled with confusion, still holding Qin Wangchuan's hand, not understanding why he had stopped.

However, the next moment, a blinding light suddenly burst forth before their eyes.

A magnificent, ancient, and sacred building appeared, radiating a gentle yet irresistible power that drew Dragon Scale into it.

The girl's figure was swallowed by the golden light. She instinctively tried to grab Qin Wangchuan, but he let go of her.

"Go," Qin Wangchuan said softly.

The Heavenly Step vanished as if it had never existed.

Having lost his support, Qin Wangchuan plummeted rapidly from the sky towards the plaza below.

Below, shrouded in clouds, those below had no idea what was happening above.

Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the Wandao Heavenly Stele in the center of the square!

Upon seeing this, everyone instantly became excited.

"They're here! They're here!"

Unsurprisingly, Qin Wangchuan's name will be engraved on it for future generations to admire.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for that name that was destined to be recorded in history.

However, when the golden light stabilized, an unfamiliar name appeared on the celestial monument:

Dragon Scale

"Dragon Scale? Who is that??"

The square instantly erupted in chaos.

Upon seeing this, Yan Wujin was the first to scream, his voice shrill and almost out of control. "It's Qin Wangchuan's armor! The woman who ripped my heart out!!!"

"His armor? What about Qin Wangchuan?"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, their doubts reaching their peak.

Just then, someone looked up, pointed to the sky, and shouted in terror:

"Look! What's that!"

A Shadow Figure shadow tore through the clouds and was falling downwards at an alarming speed, like a meteorite.

"It's Qin Wangchuan!"

After everyone recognized the figure, a commotion erupted.

But something was very wrong with him at that moment.

"It didn't slow down."

"Can't he use Spiritual Power yet?"

"I feel like I've fainted."

"I..." Chu Wujiu was about to step forward when Yan Wujin pushed him away.

Yan Wujin looked up at the sky and proudly shouted, "Son!"

With a high-pitched cry, a Nine-Flame Golden Crow streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of intense fire, and flew towards Qin Wangchuan.

Having done all this, Yan Wujin stood with his hands on his hips, his face full of smugness. "You took my heart, and I saved your life. You'll have to kneel down and thank me afterwards."

But there is someone who is even faster than the Nine-Flame Golden Crow!

"It's Qin Wudao!" someone shouted.

But upon closer inspection, there was more than one figure.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, a figure in pure white swept across the sky like a wisp of smoke, steadily catching the falling blood-red figure in its arms and dissipating all the impact of the descent.

With great effort, Qin Wangchuan lifted his eyelids, his vision blurry as he focused on the face of the newcomer.

That face, with its familiar features and worry, made him recognize the person in a daze, and he softly called out:

"Eldest Brother?"

However, the response he received was another soft voice, choked with emotion. "It's me."

Looking at the bloodied figure in her arms, covered in wounds and barely breathing, Li Qingluan felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Qin Wangchuan's eyes remained unfocused. Hearing this, he chuckled softly and whispered weakly, "I think I just... saw my Eldest Brother."

Not far away, Qin Wudao paused almost imperceptibly in his steps as he was about to step forward.

He then stood with his hands behind his back, simply gazing silently at the two of them, his deep eyes revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Can't you see me?" Li Qingluan's voice was so gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.

"I didn't see it..."

His breathing was soft and his words gentle; all his sharpness had vanished, and he appeared incredibly frail.

Seeing this unprecedented sight of him, Li Qingluan's eyes stung with tears. She forced back her tears, raised her head, and gazed into the void, as if making a vow to someone:

"Okay. Next time, I'll make sure you see me first."

Just as Li Qingluan carried Qin Wangchuan and gently landed, before anyone could even step forward to check on them, a figure bathed in golden light, resembling a goddess descending from the heavens, fell from the sky.

It was indeed Dragon Scale.

She was enveloped in a holy golden light, her aura powerful yet pure.

However, everyone who saw her had their pupils shrink in disbelief.

Dragon Scale, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old back then, is now tall, slender, and shapely with perfect curves, truly deserving of the title "Goddess".

The falling Dragon Scale ignored everyone else; her eyes were only on the unconscious Qin Wangchuan in Li Qingluan's arms.

He lay sprawled on Qin Wangchuan, the golden light and bloodstains intertwining to create a strange scene.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's watchful eyes, Dragon Scale's figure transformed back into that of a young girl.

It then gradually began to fade, transforming back into the original intangible golden Dragon Pattern, which then receded back onto Qin Wangchuan's dark robes.

Qin Xuanji walked slowly from the crowd in the distance. He looked at Qin Wangchuan without saying a word, but his eyes showed an undisguised shock and lingering fear.

With Spiritual Power severed, relying solely on the physical body, one defies punishment and rises upwards.

If there's one time Qin Wangchuan came closest to death, it's probably this.

What exactly lies above the clouds? Qin Xuanji had no time to ponder this further.

His gaze turned to the Wandao Heavenly Stele, and a nameless anger suddenly surged within him—the one who reached the summit had not even left his name? How absurd!

If you won't leave your name for him, then we'll do it ourselves!

After thinking it over, his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

With a wave of his hand, a cold light ripped through the sky, fiercely slashing towards the hundred-step Heavenly Ladder.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the First Tier of the Heavenly Ladder, that section of golden staircase that shone with light, was actually cut in half by his supreme power!

Qin Xuanji grabbed the half of the Golden Steps from a distance and then slammed it into the ground.

The ground trembled, Golden Steps were deeply embedded in the ground beside the Wandao Heavenly Stele.

After doing all this, Qin Xuanji looked at Qin Wudao not far away and called out, "Eldest Brother."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wudao shifted his gaze from Qin Wangchuan, glanced at the half-finished Golden Steps, and then nodded almost imperceptibly.

No words are needed; everything is understood without being said.

Then he moved, drawing his sword "Dao Ji".

There was no earth-shattering display, only the Sword Light, like a brush, moving gracefully across the Golden Steps.

It only took a few breaths.

Sheathed the sword.

Stone chips fell in a soft rustling sound, revealing three powerful and naturally meaningful characters—

Qin Wangchuan.