Qian Renxue (62)

Soon, the God of Destruction left. After he was gone, Quiet Garden sank into silence.

The image of Tang Wulin standing at the edge of the Abyss Rift still echoed in Qian Renxue's mind. That figure firmly declaring "I exist" made her feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

What kind of feeling was that?

Qian Renxue slowly walked deeper into Quiet Garden. Beneath the Wutong Tree was the place she often came to ponder. Golden leaves shimmered in the God Realm's undying faint light, each one like a flame frozen in place. She reached out and caught a falling Wutong Leaf, feeling the faint yet real warmth in her palm.

"Existence," she murmured softly.

What did that word mean to her?

Qian Renxue had once been the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou Empire, once been the Saintess of Spirit Hall, once been the inheritor of the Angel God, once been a comrade who fought shoulder to shoulder with Tang San, and once been his irreconcilable enemy. She had experienced too many identities, too many roles, too many definitions. But when all the dust had settled, when she finally shed every label and was only "Qian Renxue," who was she?

This was a question she had never truly faced.

The Wutong Leaf gradually dimmed in her palm, finally turning into golden motes of light and dispersing. Everything in the God Realm carried a certain eternal quality, yet it was so illusory that it did not feel real. There was no changing of seasons here, no aging, sickness, or death, none of that coarse yet vivid vitality of the mortal world. Sometimes, Qian Renxue felt as if she were trapped inside an exquisite, eternal dream.

"Incarnation of existence." She thought of the information Tang Wulin had comprehended from the stone slab.

If