My Heart Felt Sour, and So Did Below

Sword Dao.

Spirit Law Dao.

The strength of these two was plain for all to see.

Either one alone was a Prodigy capable of crushing an entire world and making Myriad Ages bow its head.

Yet when he looked into the distance, at the end of the golden light, there were not merely tens of millions of such figures.

One after another, layer upon layer, they stretched toward depths beyond sight.

Each one was another version of himself, born after taking a different fork in the road.

Each one had already reached the end of their own path.

Qin Wangchuan stood behind them, gazing at those mountain-like backs before him, and a sudden impulse rose in his heart—

To step among them and become such a figure himself.

And that was exactly what he did.

As he took one step forward, golden light flashed.

All the backs before him vanished, replaced by

a... somewhat unfamiliar body.

He raised one hand and brought it before his eyes.

It was said that he was borrowing his Future Self, but it felt more as though his original body had suddenly grown up.

But—

"What is this feeling?"

It was far too light.

He tried moving.

An unprecedented sense of lightness filled him.

It felt as if he could rise from the ground with a single thought.

Just as he was lost in thought, Qin Wangchuan suddenly felt someone gently tug at his sleeve.

It was Dragon Scale.

After following him through that door, her form had changed slightly as well.

The crimson scale between her brows remained unchanged, and so did the pair of jade horns atop her head.

She was still so tiny, having returned to her familiar little-girl appearance.

Clearly, not much time had passed for her.

Yet upon closer inspection,