An Jing stepped forward.
He reached out, his fingertips touching the scale suspended between heaven and earth—the scale that had, from beginning to end, shone like the sun upon the entire world.
There was no warmth, no physical substance.
It was a contact that transcended the five senses, even spiritual perception.
At the instant of contact, An Jing felt boundless light surging toward him.
His soul seemed, in an instant, to plunge into a boundless sea made of light and flame, stars and sky.
Then, in that instant—
The world vanished.
Countless instants of time, countless passing years, flowed around An Jing.
An Jing saw phantoms.
He saw infinite parallel spacetime realms.
And likewise, at that very moment—
Within those endless lights and shadows, An Jing seemed to behold countless glorious deeds and magnificent feats.
Beneath the radiant illumination of the Ancestral Dragon, endless possibilities pierced through infinite parallel spacetime realms, ultimately transforming into a brilliant blazing sun. It illuminated all things, reflecting before the young martial artist realities that no being which had not attained infinity should ever have been able to see.
Trillions upon trillions of evolutionary paths rose like shadows, like rivers, like dreams, encircling An Jing and flowing into the sea of his heart.
Light and shadow streamed onward as countless possibilities and futures stretched out and transformed.
An Jing saw his infinite possibilities.
Infinite, unimaginable possibilities vastly different from who he was now.
—Some differed in cultivation realm.
Within one strand of possible light and shadow, An Jing saw a version of himself who was more composed, his brow carrying the weathered traces of wind and frost.
That version of him had not chosen to travel to the Tianyuan Realm. Instead, he had focused on cultivating, growing, and fighting within the Huaixu Realm. Through endless