What Fruit Will the Cause of Those Years Bear?

Wang Xuance was unaware of what Ye Jianwei was thinking.

He felt refreshed as he came back to his senses from the Zither Music.

Those words that had been hidden in my heart for so long were finally spoken at this moment.

"Indeed, many members of the Wang Clan died because of me."

"The Zhou Clan was also there."

Many have been born because of me, and countless have died because of me.

Qin Wangchuan spoke, his gaze once again fell upon the crack in the distant sky.

"But what's the point of saying all this now?"

Yesterday is history; what matters is today, tomorrow, and the future.

He paused slightly as he spoke.

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at Wang Xuance out of the corner of her eye.

"I didn't need to say these things to you today."

"But you never seem to think that your Wang Clan's decision back then... was wrong."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuance instinctively retorted, "What wrong has the Wang Clan done?"

"Isn't maintaining the stability of the Three Thousand Provinces and preventing the birth of the fourth Heavenly Emperor from triggering a world-shaking war a matter of great righteousness?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xuance already guessed how he would respond—either a cold rebuttal or an even sharper sarcasm.

However, the expected verbal exchange did not occur.

Qin Wangchuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"It's about the greater good."

His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of agreement.

"You're not wrong either."

What?

Wang Xuance was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard.

"The idea itself is not wrong."

Qin Wangchuan continued, his tone becoming more forceful:

"However, you're standing at the wrong height."

"Like now--"

He turned around abruptly and looked at Wang Xuance.

"Despite being a defeated general, he held his head so high, as if he were still superior to others."

"Your thinking is the same: you all rose from humble beginnings, so why do you presumptuously place yourselves in the position of holding the scales of justice and judging all living beings?"

These questions were as sharp as hammer blows.

Wang Xuance was taken aback, but then realized that this was a lecture.

This discovery brought a cold, mocking smile to his lips as he retorted:

"Ha, after all this talk, aren't you just trying to tell me that you, Qin Wangchuan, are right, and that our Wang Clan is wrong?"

"The outcome has proven you were right, I..."

You still don't understand what I mean.

Qin Wangchuan interrupted him again.

There is no absolute right or wrong in this world.

"If you think it's right, then do it."

"If I think it's right, then I'll do it."

"Each holds their own opinion and goes their own way. If they collide on the road, then let's settle it once and for all."

"The victors continue on their journey."

"Even the losers, as long as they survive, can learn from their experiences and move forward."

"But what about you, and your Wang Clan?"

Qin Wangchuan's voice suddenly turned cold, filled with undisguised rebuke, "You clearly lost, yet you hold your head high and act like 'I didn't lose, I was just unlucky/ the Heavenly Dao is unfair!'"

"I just can't stand your sore loser attitude."

"I'm really annoyed!"

Wang Xuance's expression shifted between pale and flushed as Qin Wangchuan spoke.

That cannot be refuted.

He knew Qin Wangchuan was right.

However, the beliefs instilled in him by his Lineage over a long period of time made him instinctively reject and resist every word Qin Wangchuan said.

In the end, all of Wang Xuance's frustration, anger, and resentment culminated in a low, almost uncontrollable roar:

"Then tell me! What is right?"

"You want me to kneel down and kowtow to you??"

Qin Wangchuan answered without hesitation, his voice clear and strong:

"What you should do now is admit defeat, pick yourself up, and then—"

He looked directly into Wang Xuance's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"Catch up."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuance was completely stunned.

He stared at Qin Wangchuan in astonishment, as if he were seeing this person for the first time.

He had always shown Qin Wangchuan obvious disgust and hostility.

They wished Qin Wangchuan would immediately fall from the clouds to the deepest valley, never to rise again.

He even secretly cheered when he heard that Qin Wangchuan had failed to break through to the Supreme Being in two years.

Wang Xuance always thought that Qin Wangchuan viewed him in the same way.

They see themselves as an eyesore, a stumbling block, or a potential threat.

But now--

Qin Wangchuan actually told him... to catch up?

It wasn't mockery, it wasn't provocation, but rather a kind of...

Mercy!

A surge of rage, fueled by the mercy shown to him by his most hated enemy, instantly extinguished Wang Xuance's reason!

This humiliated and angered him more than any mockery or attack!

He turned abruptly, almost gritting his teeth as he stormed off, not wanting to stay in this place that had caused him such humiliation for even a moment longer.

However, the moment he took his first step, he suddenly stopped.

A voice whispered in my heart:

'Admit it, you know perfectly well this isn't pity.'

Yes.

I knew it perfectly well.

Qin Wangchuan wasn't being sarcastic; he genuinely encouraged them to... catch up.

This realization extinguished some of the anger.

But it stirred up another, more complex emotion.

Wang Xuance had his back to Qin Wangchuan, his chest heaving a few times before finally fading into a barely audible breath.

"Qin Wangchuan."

He turned and spoke, his tone returning to its usual cadence, even carrying a hint of certainty as if he had seized a weakness, "What you just said did make some sense."

"But there's one thing you're wrong about, and terribly wrong about it—"

"We all started from humble beginnings, working our way up from nothing to where we are today."

But you aren't.

"You were born with cultivation; immortality is within your grasp."

"It has absolutely nothing to do with the word 'insignificant'."

Qin Wangchuan nodded calmly, showing no embarrassment at being exposed, but rather taking it for granted:

"Exactly."

"Precisely because I am different from everyone else, precisely because I was born extraordinary."

"Therefore, the supreme Heavenly Emperor in your eyes is, in my eyes—"

He paused slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping over Wang Xuance's surprised and uncertain face.

"It was never the goal, much less the end."

"It's just a stepping stone."

"I want to step onto it, and then keep moving forward."

As he spoke, Qin Wangchuan slightly raised his chin, his gaze seemingly piercing through the eaves of the pavilion, looking towards the higher and more distant sky.

"I will not become the fourth Heavenly Emperor."

"What I want to become is the first person in history to surpass the Heavenly Emperor — the Immortal Emperor!"

"Unify Foreign Lands, embrace Myriad Races, discard ten and retain one, Myriad Laws Return to Origin."

"That is the path I have taken."

Wang Xuance stared at the young man before him, who spoke with the most arrogant words in the most calm tone, and was deeply moved.

He truly believed he could do it.

This thought made Wang Xuance's heart skip a beat, followed by an even more complex feeling.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around and went downstairs without saying a word.

We walked down the spiral staircase.

When they were halfway through their journey, they waited until no one was around.

Wang Xuance paused involuntarily.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of buildings, and saw that figure in the pavilion on the top floor once again.

Qin Wangchuan's words still echoed clearly in my ears, each word striking the wall of my heart:

"If you think it's right, then do it."

"If we lose, then we'll pack up and move on."

"Instead of acting like this now, with their heads held high as if they haven't lost, it's really annoying."

"Tsk..." Wang Xuance clicked his tongue impatiently.

"If you're unhappy, just shut up. Why say so much?"

He continued walking downhill.

Footsteps echoed clearly in the empty stairwell, one step after another.

With this steady rhythm, the chaotic thoughts in Wang Xuance's mind gradually subsided.

Like the surface of water after a commotion, returning to calm.

For many years, the pent-up resentment towards Qin Wangchuan had been subtly loosened at this moment.

'Turn out to be...'

'So that's the kind of person you are.'

As he pondered, his thoughts drifted, and he began to think of the very thing Qin Wangchuan had just used—something he had previously despised.

"Supernatural Law?"

Wang Xuance walked with his head down.

The stairwell Deathly Stillness, save for the sound of his own breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, a very soft murmur escaped from between her lips, so softly it was as if she was afraid of being heard:

"Perhaps... we can give it a try."

Later, some of the Wang Clan's disciples were puzzled.

After meeting Qin Wangchuan, Wang Xuance suddenly withdrew from the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm quest for unknown reasons.

Upon returning to his Lineage, the first thing he did was to sever his cultivation and demote himself to the Supreme Being.

Rebuild your Supernatural Realm.

Some people missed the previous illustration of the True Dragon Clan 'Fate Warden Long Yue, so I'm including one here. Its main feature is its fullness.