Something Is Coming

As he spoke, he began to move, slowly circling around, his gaze sweeping over each silent silhouette.

Then, he boldly spoke up:

"The Wheel of Fate has not disappeared because—in the future, I will forge a new Wheel of Fate with my own hands!"

Qin Wangchuan's voice sounded exceptionally firm in this space.

That's right, that was the only method he could think of.

If it was just speculation before, now that he has arrived in this space and seen his counterpart from another time and space, he can be certain.

Indeed, one can create the Wheel of Fate.

A few breaths of silence fell over the stands.

"It begins with you, ends with you, and begins again with you... in an endless cycle."

The voice of the Sword Dao rang out first, and the deep-set features seemed to nod in satisfaction, the words remaining concise:

"Go and do it, Way of Ten Thousand Laws."

You're on the right track.

After he finished speaking, the Wheel of Fate behind him opened, and his figure disappeared into it, returning to his own destiny's trajectory.

"I knew it! We don't need to worry about him at all."

Spirit Law Dao's voice softened somewhat, "The Wheel of Fate links destinies. This is no ordinary object, nor can it be created in a single realm or lifetime."

"But don't worry, we'll help you," another voice interjected, "At the right time and at the right moment."

"I see... I see!"

The previously composed voice trembled with sudden realization, "Our Wheel of Fate has not vanished, because—we ourselves participated in Wheel of Fate forging."

"Past, present, future... at some point in the chain, we have all contributed our share."

"Where will fate lead you? Way of Ten Thousand Laws, where will you go?" A distant voice echoed from the highest stands.

"Then see you next time. Although, I didn't really want to come to this godforsaken place." The silhouette swayed, a hint of helplessness in its voice.

"But you still came," someone nearby replied calmly.

"Can't we just not come? The source has already exploded."

The lazy voice said irritably, "But... never mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wheel behind the silhouette lit up and quickly engulfed him.

You still have a long way to go.

"Don't stop, keep going."

"The road ahead is ours to forge, and we are moving forward as well."

Brief farewells rose and fell, devoid of warmth, only tacit understanding.

Before disappearing into the roulette wheel, each silhouette cast a brief glance at him in the center—their eyes filled with the resolute determination to go their separate ways.

Then, the Light Wheel went out one after another, like stars in reverse.

The silhouettes disappeared one by one into their respective destinies, returning to their respective times and stories.

As Qin Wangchuan watched this scene, a strange feeling spread from the depths of his heart.

'I've always been taken care of,' the thought crossed his mind as he watched the departing silhouettes.

'At least let me say something before I leave...'

On the stage, amidst the scattered halos of Light Wheel, someone seemed to sense his unspoken thoughts.

A figure turned around.

Though it has no face, its posture conveys a sense of knowing wisdom that comes with experience.

"You're the one who's done the best among us," the person said calmly, their voice devoid of much emotion, yet each word clear. "With hope on your shoulders, don't feel pressured."

"Yes, the Way of Ten Thousand Laws, let us forge a path that Surpassing Ancient and Modern." Another silhouette about to disappear into the Light Wheel also sent a brief message of encouragement.

"Unfortunately, we didn't have a chance."

This last sentence came from a shadow at the edge of the stands.

The voice was soft, carrying a hint of relief, yet also a barely concealed regret.

That wasn't regret about the future, but a peaceful farewell to the inevitable closure of a certain "possibility".

Qin Wangchuan's heart tightened suddenly.

He understood the meaning behind that regret.

From the Dharma Manifestation alone, the older the Qin Wangchuan, the further its paths diverged.

There's no going back, but you can see another version of yourself walking a better path.

This is a painful torment.

"Etc--"

Qin Wangchuan subconsciously took a step forward, extended his hand, as if to say something.

However, before he could even speak, his feet suddenly lost their footing!

It wasn't a physical misstep, but rather the connection that held his consciousness there was abruptly severed at that moment.

It felt as if it were being pulled by an invisible, immense force.

The circular venue before me, the remaining silhouettes, the dim Light Wheel... all the scenes instantly distorted and stretched, turning into a rapidly receding stream of light.

The feeling of weightlessness returned, even more intense than before.

This time, however, it seemed that the depths of the sea held no more only cold, indifferent gazes.

Some unspoken words remained, along with a soft sigh of regret.

"Ho--!"

Qin Wangchuan suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, like a drowning person finally surfacing.

Before me lay the soft glow of the Dragon Palace's Quiet Room, and the calming, cool scent of Spirit-Calming Incense lingered around my nose.

Beneath her was a cool and solid jade couch, and her fingertips could feel the delicate brocade pattern.

I'm back.

Consciousness is now completely anchored back to reality.

Although the pain remains, the heavy guilt has dissipated.

Instead, a more complex feeling arises—urgency, responsibility, and a sense of weight as if countless "selves" have entrusted the road ahead to them.

Qin Wangchuan propped himself up, his eyes gleaming with an almost blinding clarity.

The forging of the Wheel of Fate is already in the works, but something else is more important right now.

The thought screamed in my mind, almost bursting out of my skull.

He strode to the desk, brushed aside the fragments of the Wheel of Fate, and spread out the plain white paper manuscript he always carried with him.

One hand was still pressing against his throbbing temple, while the other held a pen.

The pen tip hovered over the paper, trembling slightly.

"The Heaven and Earth Law..." Qin Wangchuan murmured to himself, his voice trembling with a barely suppressed fervor, "The Three-Character Heaven and Earth Law may not be the limit."

"But even if the number of words is reduced, it's impossible to affect other timelines."

The pen tip touched the paper, leaving a deep, rich ink mark.

"There has to be a way." The handwriting was so strong it seemed to penetrate the paper. "There absolutely must be a way..."

"Let all of me, all of Qin Wangchuan..."

The pen moved swiftly and rapidly, the characters becoming increasingly resolute, conveying a firm and unwavering determination. "Everyone can walk that path."

"Must--"

The last two words burst out from between his teeth.

The pen suddenly stopped.

"Hmm!"

Qin Wangchuan groaned, his vision went black, and he fell forward.

The manuscript fluttered down, the ink still wet on the paper, the words stark and startling in the light.

The last thing he saw was Long Yue's face, which turned deathly pale as she burst through the door.

Her glassy eyes widened in shock, and her lips parted slightly as if she were about to cry out something.

But I heard nothing.

The world fell completely silent at that moment, except for the deafening roar of a soul shattering.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed all my senses, and darkness returned to my eyes.

Then, they succumbed.

Only on the fallen drafts remained the unfinished "definitely..."

Like a fragment of the Wheel of Fate, it is not the end, but a beginning.

At the end of the ink marks, a terrifying blueprint is rapidly unfolding with invisible strokes, a storm powerful enough to sweep away the Myriad Ages night, already beginning to emerge on the paper.