[Who were you? Chen Fan? Or merely a reflection wandering through the river of time?]
[The instant you returned, countless thoughts surged through your mind.]
[Yet in the blink of an eye, you let them go.]
[Did that matter?]
[You asked yourself.]
["I am myself, yet also non-self."]
[Your heart was as clear as a mirror.]
[—You were no longer that peerless figure who bore Heaven's Mandate and bested heaven by half a move.]
[Now, you were nothing more than a wisp of a departed soul carrying memories, a lingering shadow summoned by the past.]
[Heaven and earth all around rejected you.]
[The icy gaze of karmic law and the vast will of the [Supreme Immortal] surged toward you like a tide, seeking to erase this aberration that "should not exist."]
[But still, you pressed forward.]
[It was not surrender, but a choice.]
[Having come this far, you bore nine lifetimes of successors stepping forward as their predecessors fell, the flame passed down through billions of tribulations.]
[Everything had been for this very moment!]
[And so, you pressed forward!]
[At this moment, whatever form you took, wherever you had come from, you were—Chen Fan!]
[A Chen Fan who shared one goal and one name with countless versions of himself.]
[Truly living and dying together, sharing sweetness and bitterness, weathering the storm in the same boat.]
[No one understood your own cowardice and tenderness better than you; no one understood your own struggles and defiance better than you.]
["Living through your past, while sharing your future."]
[And so, you spoke.]
[Your voice rang like a great bell, resounding through the cosmos and shaking all the heavens:]
["Chen Qingyan, do you dare—overturn the chessboard?!"]
[Without fear, and without regret.]
[Perhaps you differed from your original self; perhaps you believed everything was an