One Life, One Person, Can Never Achieve Myriad Laws; Only Myriad Myriad People, Myriad Myriad Lives
Inside the Wandao Academy.
Martial Arts Arena, Chu Wujiu sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the weapon rack, stroking the Jade Slip in his hand, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"As expected of you."
I agree.
In the Quiet Room of the Library Pavilion, Ji Wuchen glanced at the general outline and agreed almost without hesitation.
"Go forward," he whispered, "And let's see how far you can go."
Inside the Rune Chamber, Zhao Lingyun leaned against the table, clutching the Jade Slip. His expression shifted from shock to helplessness, before finally shaking his head and laughing out loud.
"We were clearly working together to figure out something new, but you, without a word, have already reached a new level... You're a monster."
"Okay, okay, I agree."
Ye Lingchuan stood atop the mountain.
He didn't look down at the magic manual in his hand, but instead gazed up at the magnificent scene in the sky—a scene invisible to ordinary people, yet crystal clear to him.
Countless threads of cause and effect rise from the earth, converge into a pillar, and finally transform into a torrent that runs through heaven and earth.
"Gathering the wishes of all beings to achieve the path of one person."
He commented softly, a rare hint of appreciation appearing in his eyes.
"This scene isn't bad."
With a silent vow in his heart, a steady and profound power of wish was sent forth.
Inside the scorching cave abode.
Yan Wujin irritably tossed the Jade Slip aside. "I'll have to punch you first before I agree!"
He decisively chose to refuse.
In the moonlit courtyard, Xie Qingshang whispered devoutly, "I am willing to dedicate this insignificant karma to you."
Pure and intense willpower gently flows into the long river.
Qin Zhaoer sat alone by the window, all her defenses shattered, her voice barely a whisper, "Take some more... you brat."
An awkward yet sincere wish was quietly sent out.
In the dark cave, Tan Lingfei stared intently at the Jade Slip in his hand, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.
His arm muscles were tense, almost crushing the Jade Slip, but in the end he just let go of the pressure.
Despite utterly disliking Qin Wangchuan.
But--
"Even a dying person should leave something behind."
"I... agree."
A faint yet tangible force of causal will, carrying complex and indescribable emotions, quietly flowed from between his brows.
After doing all this, Tan Lingfei gently placed the Jade Slip on the ground, leaned against the cold Rock Wall, and slowly sat down, raising his hand to cover his eyes.
In the darkness, that thought grew uncontrollably and wildly—
'Wow, that's really impressive.'
'If he's someone like that... he also has the same blood as us...'
Will the world be different now?
The Age of Divine Ability began at this moment.
Deep within the Wandao Academy Seclusion Valley.
The surging torrent of cause and effect crossed the World Barrier, finally converging and condensing into a massive, tangible force above the Quiet Room, like a celestial river bursting its banks, pouring entirely into the figures inside.
Qin Wangchuan, who was in deep seclusion, was suddenly awakened by this vast and unfamiliar torrent of power.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
What greeted the eye was a dazzling golden light, with Great Dao Rune covering the entire world.
Almost simultaneously, another sense forcefully overwhelmed his Sea of Consciousness—
The whispers came again, more intense than ever before.
Countless, layered, indistinct yet vivid sounds.
Those were the whispers of all living beings, the subtle echoes of the deepest thoughts of countless cultivators across Three Thousand Provinces as they swore oaths of karma.
I agree.
Take it, along with my unfinished Dao Path and dreams.
[I've given you everything... Please go and see the view from that higher place for me.]
Hearing these whispers, Qin Wangchuan understood after only a moment's thought.
"Is the concept of 'cause and effect feedback' starting to circulate in the Supernatural Realm?"
This immense "momentum" is precisely the causal power of voluntary reciprocation that Elder He mentioned earlier.
This is an unparalleled fortuitous opportunity, like laying the foundation stone for the future path to Saint Path.
If an ordinary cultivator obtains it, it can not only solidify their foundation and broaden their path, but also allow them to build a foundation far surpassing their peers when attempting to break through to the Saint Realm.
This was a much-needed boost.
But for Qin Wangchuan, this power seems to be starting to take effect now.
My eyelids felt as if they were weighed down by a massive mountain, and my vision began to blur and overlap.
It's not just physical exhaustion, but also a kind of mental and existential overload.
"No... this feeling..."
"It's not just about willpower, there's something else too."
Qin Wangchuan introspected and instantly found the source of the anomaly.
At this moment, two energies from the outside world are converging on him.
One force is the "momentum" of all living beings.
But the other source sent a chill down his spine—
It came from behind!
He suddenly turned around.
The Wheel of Fate had always hung behind their heads was now spinning wildly at an unprecedented speed.
Like a bottomless black hole, it frantically devoured the surging, boundless causal willpower, and then poured back a strange and turbulent energy.
As this energy converges...
My Divine Soul felt as if it were being repeatedly battered by giant waves, and every breath was heavy and tearing.
Qin Wangchuan gritted his teeth, almost squeezing the words out between them:
"Wheel of Fate, what are you doing...?!"
The alarm bells in my heart were already deafening.
Undoubtedly, the Wheel of Fate, after absorbing the karma of all beings, has undergone a certain degree of [loss of control] or [self-evolution]!
A severe headache was grinding against my will, and my Divine Soul felt as if it were being torn apart by an invisible force.
In this extreme pain and chaos, a thought flashed through the fog in Qin Wangchuan's mind like lightning—
"The future... connection..."
"Could it be... Wheel of Fate, you've connected everyone's future?!"
The Wheel of Fate inherently possesses the ability to connect to the future.
In the past, it mainly connected Qin Wangchuan's own destiny trajectory with future possibilities, thereby summoning his Future Self.
But at this moment, the karmic power and vows surging in come from countless sentient beings across Three Thousand Provinces!
Every bit of wish carries a trace of the wisher's own destiny and expectations for the future.
The Wheel of Fate, through this immense power of will, is forcibly and brutally linking the complex and varied future possibilities of countless people with itself!
Sure enough, the next moment--
Fragments of countless people's fates flooded into Qin Wangchuan's senses like a burst dam in a galaxy.
A fleeting moment of joy and sorrow, a separation and reunion, a hazy glimpse of the future... the torrent of information almost overwhelmed him.
"This is not good."
"It must be stopped!"
Qin Wangchuan endured the throbbing pain and dizziness that felt like his soul was being torn apart, mustered his last bit of clear will, and with great difficulty raised his hand to grab at the Wheel of Fate in the sky, whose radiance was becoming increasingly hazy.
However, the instant the fingertips touched it—
It didn't work out.
It wasn't that the wheel moved away, but rather that his fingers, as if passing through an illusory light and shadow, went straight through the wheel.
The Wheel of Fate continues to turn, radiating light and linking cause and effect.
But its essence has quietly transformed at some point, transcending the limitations of [object].
It casts its outline in the present, resonates in the past, and, through countless causes and effects, anchors itself towards countless futures.
"This is..."
Before Qin Wangchuan's final thought could take shape, the cries, prayers, and images of fate from countless beings converged into a torrent that burst its banks, completely engulfing his wavering consciousness.
My vision quickly dimmed and blurred, and the last bit of clarity went out like a candle flame.
He finally could no longer hold on, his body tilted to one side, and his eyelids fell heavily as if a switch had been broken—plunging straight into boundless darkness.
At the very instant that boundless darkness completely engulfed Qin Wangchuan—
Middle Thousand Provinces, Xuanhuang World.
In the deepest, Quiet Room of the Cleaners's headquarters, a young girl who had been sitting in meditation for an unknown amount of time suddenly opened her eyes.
It was as if fate had opened its eyes here, and royalty had awakened here.
Those eyes held no trace of the hazy awakening, only a profound clarity like an abyss.
Look up and gaze.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of endless World Barrier, silently "watching" the unconscious Qin Wangchuan.
As she was gazed upon, the pretense in her eyes quickly faded, revealing a depth as dark as an eternal night in Foreign Lands.
Immediately, golden patterns emerged from the depths, dazzling like the first rays of dawn tearing through the long night—a radiance only the purest royal blood deserves.
The girl's name is Lv Yingxin.