Breaking Through Two Realms in Succession, Domain Manifested

Five-year-old Qin Wangchuan put down his book, raised his tender face, and his dark eyes revealed a depth that did not belong to his age.

"You know very well that I am not an illusion," he said softly, his voice clear yet serene, raising his small hand to point to his cheek. "I am the past."

Her fingertip turned to Qin Wangchuan opposite her. "You are now."

Finally, pointing to the swirling mist at the corner of the hall. "He is the future."

Following the gaze of the "past," Qin Wangchuan's pupils contracted slightly.

In a corner of the Wangchuan Pavilion, stood a blurry human figure.

It was completely black, with no facial features or robes, just a cloud of mist so solid it was almost solid.

When Qin Wangchuan's gaze fell upon it, the Black Mist paused slightly, then silently walked over and slowly sat down on the other side of the five-year-old child.

There was no sound, no movement, like a piece of time that had been cut off.

Five-year-old Qin Wangchuan tilted his head. "Don't worry, it's normal for him to be like this."

"After all, if you can't get out, you have no future."

After saying that, "Past" spread his hands, looked intently at Qin Wangchuan, and invited him to sit down.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze lingered between the "past" and the "future" for a moment, then a knowing smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

He sat down with a flick of his sleeve, the hem of his robe sweeping across the table and stirring up a gentle breeze.

"Actually, before the door opened, I thought I was going back to my original world."

After all, he was a time traveler.

"Past" rested his chin on one hand, gesturing in the air with the other. "Once you enter this realm, you are this body; there is no such thing as 'original'."

"The past anchors our True Self."

"Now the truth and falsehood are revealed."

"Qin Wangchuan," the child's voice suddenly lost its childishness, "What is the purpose of your desperate pursuit of power?"

Qin Wangchuan tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, producing a crisp sound.

"So that I won't end up like Han Han, unable to control my own destiny."

"And also to realize my Dao."

"Past" suddenly stood up, barefoot, and stepped onto the table, looking down at him condescendingly.

"So, what kind of power is needed to achieve this?"

Qin Wangchuan raised his eyes and met those dark eyes. "I don't know, it might be endless."

"Past" suddenly laughed, and the laughter echoed in the pavilion.

"Endless...ha." He leaned down, almost touching Qin Wangchuan's nose, "What you're pursuing is power itself, or the feeling of being recognized by power?"

"Qin Wangchuan, have you lost your way in the power?"

Qin Wangchuan did not answer immediately.

The sound of wind came from outside the pavilion, causing the windowpanes to creak softly.

"No," he finally said.

"In the past," she straightened up, put her little hands behind her back, and paced back and forth on the table.

"No?" He suddenly stopped, tilting his head. "Then let me ask you again..."

"Do you still remember why you started cultivating in the first place?"

Qin Wangchuan was slightly taken aback.

The candlelight on the table suddenly flickered, illuminating a fleeting look of confusion in his eyes.

After a moment, Qin Wangchuan's gaze gradually focused, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, as if he had just woken from a dream.

"Yes..."

He suddenly picked up a bamboo scroll from the table and spread it out on the table—inside was a map with several coordinates circled in black ink.

The ink stain has long since faded away, but you can still clearly see the big word "I want to go" on the edge.

"When I first arrived in this world, after hearing that there were not only three thousand Dao states, but also countless Small World, I thought to myself..." He ran his fingers over the dried ink on the map, his voice filled with a long-lost joy. "Thinking about how vast this world is—"

"Of course I want to see it for myself, and Travel Through Heavens and Myriad Realms!"

"But..."

Qin Wangchuan's arm holding the map suddenly froze, and the light in his eyes faded like the tide.

"... I forgot."

The map slipped silently from his hand and lay flat on the table.

The simple map suddenly seemed particularly jarring, and the blurred ink of the words "want to go" felt like a kind of irony.

My initial thought was that only with power could I see the world.

That's why he trained so hard.

But later, I don't know when, I forgot about it.

If he hadn't reminded me, I might never have remembered.

The child's small hand suddenly pressed down on the map. "You've forgotten in just ten years?" The child's voice was as soft as a falling leaf. "It seems a lot has happened."

The Black Mist "future" surged silently, with countless silhouettes of mountains flashing through the fog.

Qin Wangchuan tapped his fingertip lightly on the map, producing a dull thud.

"It's only been five years, actually."

His voice was low as he recounted in detail everything that had happened over the past ten years—

The turmoil at his tenth birthday banquet, Han Han's death, the Ten-Year Pact with Ji Wuchen, his enlightenment of his own path, and his enlightenment at the Sword Tomb, among other things.

"In the past" listened attentively, nodding frequently.

"The path you've walked has always been about achieving the goal of becoming stronger." The child's voice suddenly tinged with laughter, "It's just that you've gone too fast and too far, and forgotten why you started."

"But what does it matter?"

As the words fell, Qin Wangchuan's gaze met that of the "past" in the air, like two rivers merging at that moment.

They both spoke at the same time.

One voice was clear as a stream, the other deep as a bell:

"In the past, we sought answers; now, we prove the truth..."

"And the future remains shrouded in mist."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Wangchuan suddenly froze.

His pupils contracted slightly, as if he had caught a fleeting moment of insight.

"In the past," she tilted her head to look at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I see..." Qin Wangchuan murmured, then looked up at the "past" and asked seriously, "The question you just asked..."

"What I pursue is power itself."

"Because of my path..."

The candlelight on the table suddenly flared up, reflecting the burning obsession in his eyes:

"It requires a power so vast it could engulf Heavens and Myriad Realms!"

"So that I don't become like Han Han, and so that people like Han Han never appear again."

"Past" suddenly laughed.

"That's right. It doesn't matter if you forget why you started; the important thing is to walk the path in front of you well."

"However, there's one thing I need to correct..."

"You haven't forgotten."

The child's voice suddenly became very soft, yet it carried a power that seemed to transcend time.

He raised his hand and pointed to Qin Wangchuan's chest. "There's no need to remember it."

Those clear eyes blinked, and her voice was light yet unusually firm:

"After all, you have bigger goals now."

"That is a Heavenly Road that embraces all things and Myriad Laws Return to Origin —so proceed fearlessly."

The echoes of their voices still reverberated in the hall, and the bodies of "Past" and "Future" began to glow faintly.

I should go now.

"Past" stood up and gave Qin Wangchuan a thumbs up.

The gesture was so childlike, exactly the same as the one I used to make to my teacher when I was a child.

The entire Wangchuan Pavilion suddenly froze.

The bamboo slips on the table, the wafting incense, and even the flowing light and shadow all seemed to stand still at this moment.

The figure of the "past" transformed into countless points of light, while the Black Mist "future" condensed into a stream of inky light, the two intertwining and disappearing into Qin Wangchuan's brow.

Everything vanished, except for a gilded door that appeared in the void.

The eight ancient seal characters on the door shone like gold:

--After passing through the Heavenly Gate, my true nature has become clear.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still standing at the end of the Ascension Path, his palm pressed against the gilded door, as if everything just now was nothing but a fleeting illusion.

However, the surging power within him told him that it was no illusion.

"Clang--!"

An unprecedented bell tolled from the heavens, startling all the reclusive old monsters in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces into opening their eyes simultaneously.

On the Star Gazing Platform of the Immortal Dynasty, the "Heaven-Announcing Bell," formed from the condensation of the Great Dao, rings without wind, its sound carrying a will that makes the world tremble.

--Someone has knocked on the Heavenly Gate!

As the bell tolled, the Dragon Luck of the entire Imperial City surged and poured into Qin Wangchuan's body.

The already uncontrollable World Barrier collapsed with a roar, and Spiritual Power surged through his limbs and bones like a torrent, allowing him to directly step into the legendary Celestial Being Realm!

--The Celestial Being Realm, the threshold for High Antiquity cultivators from the lower Lower Realm to ascend.

In this realm, one does not cultivate Spiritual Power or construct domains; the sole aim is "communication Celestial Person."

Once the ascent is successful.

From then on, a single thought could influence celestial phenomena, and every gesture carried the oppressive power of the Heavenly Dao.

And at this moment, Qin Wangchuan did it.

Even after reaching the Celestial Being Realm, the Spiritual Power in his Qi Sea continued to surge.

A crisp cracking sound rang out from inside her body.

His bones, flesh, meridians, and even his Divine Soul all underwent a transformation at this moment.

The breath continued to rise until --

"Boom!"

The boy's figure suddenly blurred, as if resonating with the entire world.

The Ninth Realm, "Heaven Earth Realm," is complete!

The realm spontaneously emerged and materialized, revealing two vast Cloud Sea.

A vast expanse above, boundless and misty, seemingly encompassing all the stars in the heavens;

A vast expanse lies below, thick and boundless, as if bearing the weight of Myriad Realms mountains and rivers.

This is precisely the area that Qin Wangchuan has never shown before:

[Heaven Above and Earth Below]!