Qian Renxue (65)

"Time's up," the old man said, his figure beginning to turn transparent. "You've completed the initial anchoring. Now, your existence runs through the past and has become a continuous line within time. But to fight annihilation, that still isn't enough."

"What else do I need?" Qian Renxue asked, her voice echoing through the space with an unprecedented steadiness.

"You need a future." The old man's figure had almost completely dispersed, leaving only his voice reverberating. "Not a future decided by fate, but one you actively choose. A future so solid, so certain, that it almost already exists. When you anchor a future like that, your existence will run through the three dimensions of time—past, present, and future. At that point, you will truly become an anchor point within time that cannot be erased."

The old man vanished completely. The Corridor of Time began to quake, and space began to collapse. Qian Renxue knew this was the natural demise of the ruins after completing their mission. She felt no attachment and turned to walk out.

With every step, she felt herself grow "heavier." Not the heaviness of the body, but the heaviness of existence. It was the weight of time settling, the reality accumulated from countless anchored moments.

When she walked out of the Corridor of Time and returned to the normal space of the God Realm, a golden pillar of light descended from the sky and enveloped her. It was not the power of the Angel God, but something older, more fundamental—time's recognition of her existence.

The pillar of light lasted for about fifteen minutes, then slowly dissipated. Qian Renxue stood there, seeming unchanged on the outside, but anyone who saw her would feel something different—she was more "real," so real it was almost glaring. It was as if, in