He Would Bring Calamity and New Life to the Foreign Lands
At the end of an ancient era, in Foreign Lands, there once lived a King Sovereign who broke the mold.
He rose from the depths of bloody battle, tore apart the old covenant, used dragon bones as his steps and stars as his crown, and carved out a royal territory amidst the chaos of warring kingdoms, establishing himself as "Emperor."
After that, he conquered all directions and built a magnificent foundation that was the only one in the long history of Foreign Lands to come close to unification.
Its power is unparalleled throughout history, and its influence surpasses that of all kings. It is regarded by beings from Foreign Lands as the most likely to ascend to the position of "Heavenly Emperor".
Among his many descendants, the most special one was --
That was Lv Yingxin.
She was born with eyes of a color unlike any of her siblings and the ability to foresee the future, and was revered as the "most perfect Princess."
At the same time, he is also the person Qin Wangchuan and Li Qingluan are looking for.
"Here we go."
In the Quiet Room, Lv Yingxin murmured to herself, as if announcing a milestone she had been waiting for for endless years.
Then, she raised her right hand, her fingers slightly spread, facing the empty air in front of her, her expression more solemn than ever before.
"I... Borrowing Law."
The voice was deep and clear, carrying a certain ancient rhythm.
However, nothing happened.
There was no dazzling brilliance, no resounding Dao principles, and no supreme power belonging to the "Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages" that was expected to be extracted from the karma of countless people.
But Lv Yingxin was not surprised at all; instead, she let out a suppressed laugh.
"Pfft... Is that not allowed?"
"But that's normal."
She shook her head, stopping her laughter, and looked at her empty palms. Her eyes regained their all-knowing calm, even carrying a hint of helpless acceptance.
"After all, I am not Qin Wangchuan."
"Your story is so captivating, I've become completely engrossed in it without even realizing it."
That Wheel of Fate, which devours the karma of all living beings and forcibly links countless futures, belongs only to him.
That "momentum" that gathered ten thousand people belonged only to him.
"The power of one person, even if it amazes the Myriad Ages, has its limits. A lifetime, no matter how brilliant as the sun, will eventually sink into twilight."
"Only by serving ten thousand people for ten thousand generations can one achieve lasting success."
Lv Yingxin murmured softly, her eyes reflecting the dramatic changes taking place in the Quiet Room that seemed to pierce through the void.
The torrent of cause and effect surges, the Wheel of Fate spins wildly, linking to an infinite future.
"From this moment forward, you will be above all others for all ages."
"Surpassing Ancient and Modern, it brought calamity; this is the Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages."
She uttered the name without fear, only a cruel understanding and... expectation.
Yes, I'm looking forward to it.
"Come, my king." Lv Yingxin's voice was as soft as a sigh, yet as firm as a vow.
"It won't happen again."
She stood up, and the Golden Patterns in her deep eyes blazed fiercely, as if blood and fire were boiling within them.
That was no longer the Princess's expectation, but the low hum of a blood-stained blade before it was drawn.
This time, we will do it together—
"Crush the Imperial Court, slay all kings, and become the one and only king."
In some unknown future, Lv Yingxin made a wrong decision.
But things are different now.
This time, the pieces are different, the board has been overturned, and the players... will stand shoulder to shoulder.
In the Quiet Room, Qin Wangchuan's consciousness sank into a chaotic deep sea.
That was not an ordinary coma, but rather a state of being swept up by immeasurable karmic and causal forces, falling into a "dream" woven from countless threads of destiny.
In this dream, he is not "Qin Wangchuan".
Rather, it is the fleeting manifestation of countless "them".
Sometimes, he transforms into the young Chu Wujiu, starting from the point where there is no Qin Wangchuan, treading over countless corpses and crushing the backs of his peers, until the end of the Emperor's Path, leaving only a blood-red Lone Peak behind him.
Endless whispers gnawing at his mind caused him to transform into a trembling Yun Zexuan.
Struggling with fear, he finally refined all his distracting thoughts into the Talisman Core, and with a single stroke of the pen, he carved out his own unique path to Tongtian from the brink of despair.
The scene suddenly shifts, and he becomes Ye Lingchuan again.
With Alien Race in front and Pseudo-Immortal Body beside him, he stood alone before the boundary, using his flesh and blood as a boundary marker, keeping countless Alien Race outside that line of life and death.
The dream flashed by too quickly.
Countless fragments of life washed over Qin Wangchuan's consciousness like a torrent.
He experienced their suffering, tasted their tribulations, felt their love, hatred, and resentment, and comprehended their principles and perseverance.
Every scene is terrifyingly real, and every "death" brings a chill to the soul.
Those unfulfilled wishes, those Dao Path abruptly ended, those unforgettable regrets... all of it felt like I had experienced it firsthand.
This is not about being a bystander, but about "becoming".
The wishes of all beings, the Calamity of All Beings, the gains of all beings—all are bestowed upon him alone.
This dream has no end.
Time loses its meaning amidst the accumulation of countless destinies; a year, or a century, seems like a fleeting moment, yet also like eternity.
I don't know how much time passed.
Qin Wangchuan's body tensed abruptly, and his eyelids snapped open!
He was breathing heavily, and deep in his pupils lingered the tremors left by the impact of countless fragments of fate.
The headache disappeared, replaced by an incredibly light body, every inch of flesh and blood containing an unfamiliar power.
He subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly—not from weakness, but from some kind of instinctive reaction to readjust to this "new" body.
My vision went out of focus for a moment before slowly focusing back on what was in front of me.
The Wheel of Fate hovered there silently.
The hazy halo remained, but its rotation slowed down.
The silhouettes that once flashed wildly on the wheel have now transformed into subtle, Hidden Pattern.
"Oh..."
Qin Wangchuan let out a hoarse chuckle, tinged with self-mockery.
"You're back."
The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent stone chamber.
He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the ground. His body felt a little stiff at first, but he quickly regained control.
I moved my neck a little, and my bones made a faint cracking sound.
"That was a... long sleep."
"It will take about a month."
As Qin Wangchuan spoke, he subconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples, but stopped halfway—there was no discomfort there, only a cold, clear-headed feeling.
My gaze swept across the familiar Quiet Room, finally settling on that Flowing Light Mirror.
This Law Treasure clearly records the number of days that have passed since the stone gate last closed.
The mirror-like surface was like water, and the luminous numbers were dazzlingly clear.
701
Qin Wangchuan's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.
"...701 days?"
Two years?