Qian Renxue (66)

When Tang Wulin heard this, a complicated smile appeared on his face, one filled with satisfaction, heaviness, and endless emotion. "My path... is a path that spreads without end." He raised his hand, palm up, and a faint glimmer emerged. Within the light, it seemed as though countless stars were being born and dying, plants were growing and withering, and civilizations were rising and falling. "I tried to understand, to connect, to become the 'is' of all existence. The joy of every life, the memory of every civilization, every tiny confirmation of existence, all make this web a little stronger. But it's like building a castle on the beach. Every time the waves—the Void—wash over it, I have to spend enormous effort repairing and reinforcing it."

He withdrew the light, his gaze turning deep. "So your path showed me another possibility. If I can become a 'web' that covers existence, then you might become an 'anchor' that nails time in place. Perhaps our paths can echo each other."

Qian Renxue nodded silently. The breadth of Tang Wulin's path and the depth of her own formed a wondrous contrast and complement.

"Three days from now," she repeated, both confirming it and saying farewell.

"Three days from now," Tang Wulin also nodded. "The passage will open for you. Take care, Qian Renxue."

"You take care too, Tang Wulin."

Over the next three days, Qian Renxue made preparations with Tang Wulin's help. The ritual to seal her Divine Position was performed in a quiet hall, the process solemn and perilous. She had to personally compress and condense her surging divine power and her perception of the Divine Position into an almost tangible "Divine Core," then seal it in the deepest part of her consciousness. When the final rune fell into place, vast power