Qian Renxue (69)

Qian Renxue suddenly understood something.

To anchor a future, she first had to know what she wanted. And what she wanted came from who she was—not as the Crown Prince, not as a God, not as a guardian, but as Qian Renxue, as an independent individual.

This return to Douluo Continent was not merely to search for the future, but also to search for herself. The self that had gradually blurred over ten thousand years of life as a God needed to be clarified again, redefined again, through mortal experience.

"Then let's begin," she said to herself. "From today onward, I am not the Angel God, not a guardian. I am Xue Yan, an ordinary traveling scholar, searching for my own path in this world threatened by the void."

In the morning, Qian Renxue ate breakfast in the small dining room on the first floor of the inn. Simple wheat porridge, a few slices of black bread, and a cup of weak tea. The food tasted ordinary, even somewhat coarse, but she ate very seriously. As a God, she had long since had no need to eat. The occasional divine fruit or nectar she tasted had only been for flavor, not necessity. But now, food was needed for survival, and with every bite, she could feel the sense of reality of energy entering her body.

There were five or six people in the dining room, all scholars or researchers, quietly discussing their respective work:

".The spatiotemporal curvature of the Northeast Rift has increased by another 0.2%."

".Sample analysis shows that time in the virtualized zone flows 0.03 seconds per day slower than in normal areas."

".According to the Spirit Pagoda's latest report, the Spiritual Sense of Soul Beasts near the rift shows signs of degradation."

Qian Renxue listened quietly, gathering