A Sense of Being Chosen

The countless spacetime reflections in his eyes faded away. Li Heng continued gathering the imprints and flesh Eastern Sovereign Taiyi had left behind across countless timelines, while casually sticking the few threads of karma wrapped around his fingertips back onto himself.

He looked at Jiang Yue's indifferent expression across from him and suddenly chuckled.

"Come to think of it, there's a rumor that Jiang Zhiwei is actually the reincarnation of Dao Venerable."

"You're a lifeform I created using Jiang Zhiwei as a template. If I loaded Dao Venerable's Seven Severing Swords into you, what interesting changes do you think it would cause?"

Jiang Yue's gaze remained calm and unruffled as she replied evenly.

"Leaving aside the fact that Dao Venerable's identity is nothing more than groundless speculation, even if it were true, it wouldn't mean anything."

"Lady Jiang and I differ completely in appearance, experience, and personality. The only thing we share is a steadfast heart in pursuit of the Dao."

"But the Dao I seek is vastly different from hers. Only that fool Meng Qi can't tell the difference. The moment he sees a pretty girl with a similar build, he can't even walk straight."

Li Heng gave a snickering laugh.

"That kid Meng Qi has lived two lives. Don't be fooled by how young he looks now—he's already gone through several life-and-death battles, and he's developed some feelings for the Chicken-Slaughtering Sword God."

"It's just that he likes being passive. If he'd been a little braver and launched an attack earlier, things might have turned out differently."

After teasing Meng Qi's rather unsuccessful first romance for a moment, Li Heng reached into the Myriad Worlds within his body, took out a red sphere, and tossed it to Jiang Yue.

"A Jianmu Fruit. It serves the same function as