Jie Jin Jian Wo Shows Its Might, the Prototype of the Heaven-Opening Sword

That's a beautiful idea.

Leaving aside how to proclaim one's name to the world, if one is to connect all of time and space— the Wheel of Fate is essential.

Therefore, the important thing right now is to rebuild.

Etc.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly sat up straight.

Borrowing Law through the Wheel of Fate is just one of the functions I discovered through trial and error.

But what was the original purpose of the Wheel of Fate?

He had never even thought about this question before.

"Connecting to other versions of myself in other dimensions... But what's the use of that connection?"

"Could this be the correct answer?"

"By utilizing the Wheel of Fate, Myriad Realms can share the same origin, and all bodies can share the same Dharma."

Thinking about it, I remembered what Sword Dao had once said.

Am I on the... right path?

Qin Wangchuan shook his head helplessly.

"Nobody told me how to get there."

I stopped thinking about it and focused on recovering.

With the help of various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the wound healed quickly.

However, the Heaven-Opening Intent within him was not eradicated.

Because Qin Wangchuan discovered that perhaps it was Jie Jin Jian Wo.

The Heaven-Opening Intent invaded his body, and while his body endured the torment, it also silently adapted to that power.

Ultimately, it became a part of itself.

That day.

Qin Wangchuan sat in front of the pond, dressed in only a single garment.

The pond was still, reflecting the sky and clouds.

He raised his hand, and with a slight thought, a withered leaf falling in front of him suddenly stopped in mid-air.

There was no wind, no sound, and not a trace of Spiritual Power fluctuation.

The next instant, the leaf silently split in two, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

He tried again.

This time, three leaves fell at the same time, three streaks of light flashed across the sky, and six petals of the withered leaf scattered on the surface of the pond, each petal's cut was so smooth it was unbelievable.

Qin Wangchuan stared at the withered leaves for a long time.

They weren't cut open by Sword Intent or external objects, but rather 'opened' from the inside out.

This is the Heaven-Opening Intent.

Although this force was very weak, so weak that it could only cut through a few fallen leaves.

But its essence is that unreasonable, defenseless, and all-encompassing sharpness that tears everything apart.

Qin Wangchuan had a vague feeling that he had touched upon something higher.

"Perhaps we can glean some insights from this."

"For example... the Heaven-Opening Sword?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, his fingertips slowly tracing a line in the air.

There was no sword, and no Spiritual Power.

Only a faint, almost imperceptible glint of sharpness lingered at her fingertips.

A shallow ripple spread across the pool water, lingering for a long time.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Qin Wangchuan did not turn around.

The footsteps of the approaching person were familiar; I had heard them many times recently.

"I heard from the elders that you deliberately left something inside your body that you didn't remove?"

It's Qin Zhaoer.

She sat down next to Qin Wangchuan and tilted her head to look at him.

Today she wore a light blue dress, her hair was loosely tied up, and a few strands of hair fell beside her ears, making her look much softer than usual.

She was also holding a bowl of steaming soup.

"It is a wisp of the Heaven-Opening Intent."

Qin Zhaoer placed the soup bowl on the edge of the pool, resting her hands on her knees. "What's the point of keeping it?"

"Perhaps I can glean something from this."

"Oh."

Qin Zhaoer responded with a sound of agreement, but did not reply with her usual comment, "That's all you're capable of."

She simply sat there quietly, her gaze fixed on the surface of the pool, occasionally glancing at Qin Wangchuan's profile before quickly looking away.

The wind blew through the corridor, rippling the still water of the pond and stirring the stray hairs by her ears.

Qin Zhaoer reached out and gently gathered it up.

"Doesn't it hurt?" she suddenly asked.

"A little, but acceptable."

"Oh."

Silence again.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

This seems to be the first time I've sat down peacefully with my Eighth Sister.

From childhood to adulthood, they were always bickering, giving each other the silent treatment, mocking each other, or arguing.

Like now, sitting quietly by the water.

Nobody would believe it if I told them.

In the distance, Ye Jianwei stood beside a pillar.

She didn't go forward; she just stood there quietly, like a tree that doesn't make a sound.

I watched this scene from afar.

We're all women, and we've known each other for so long.

She knew that Eighth Dao Child had a tough tongue but a soft heart.

There was a rustling sound behind me.

Dragon Scale woke up at some point.

She stood barefoot on the veranda, her thin shirt hanging loosely on her body, her hair a mess, and her Golden Eyes still filled with the hazy light of waking up.

His gaze swept anxiously across the corridor and courtyard.

Only when she saw Qin Wangchuan's retreating figure did her panic gradually subside.

She let out a soft breath, walked over, and stood beside him.

"Awake?" Qin Wangchuan turned his head to look at her.

Dragon Scale nodded, stared at his profile for two seconds, and then opened her arms.

Like a spoiled child, she didn't make a fuss, just stood there with her hands outstretched, waiting.

Qin Wangchuan did not immediately hug her.

He leaned back, creating a small space between his legs.

Dragon Scale understood and sat down, leaning against his chest, her whole body nestled in his arms.

The two dragon horns occasionally brushed against each other, carrying with them the faint milky scent emanating from her.

But simply holding him isn't enough.

Dragon Scale nestled closer to him, adjusting her position several times.

First, she curled up her legs, then turned to her side to lie down, but she felt awkward in every position she tried.

Finally, he simply turned himself upright.

She stretched her legs out and placed them on the armrests, using Qin Wangchuan behind her as a chair, pressing her entire weight into his arms.

That feels good now.

Two slender legs dangled in mid-air, swaying gently.

It swayed back and forth without any pattern, as if it simply wanted to move.

Ye Jianwei from a distance, Ye Jianwei understood and turned to leave.

When he reappeared, he was carrying a plate of sugar-coated pastries.

Dragon Scale's favorite pastry has a flaky crust as thin as a cicada's wing and is sprinkled with a fine layer of icing sugar.

He stepped forward, bent down and placed the plate beside Dragon Scale, said nothing, and silently retreated.

Dragon Scale smelled the familiar sweet fragrance and turned to look at the plate.

She didn't reach out.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if he was hesitating about something.

Then she raised her head, looked at Qin Wangchuan, and opened her mouth again.

"Ah--"

Qin Wangchuan was taken aback.

He then shook his head and chuckled.

This girl is getting better and better at acting cute.

He picked up a piece of sugar candy and brought it to her lips.

Dragon Scale took a bite, her cheeks bulging, crumbs sticking to the corners of her mouth.

He chewed a few times, swallowed, and opened his mouth again.

One after another.

Qin Wangchuan fed her a piece, and she ate a piece.

Their eating manners weren't exactly refined, but they weren't messy either.

It's that kind of contented, pampered look on her face.

Qin Wangchuan was feeding the food piece by piece when he suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him.

He then remembered that his Eighth Sister was still sitting next to him.

Qin Zhaoer had turned to the side without anyone noticing.

One leg was bent, his arm was supporting his knee, his chin was propped up, and his eyes were staring straight at this side.

There was an indescribable sourness in his eyes.

It was as if a jar of old vinegar had been spilled in her stomach, so sour that she couldn't sit still, constantly changing her position.

"Oh."

She finally couldn't hold back and dragged out the tone, her voice almost overflowing with a hint of sourness.

"Yo yo yo."

"They're this intimate during the day, who knows what they'll be like at night~"