The Art of Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates

Buzz--

This primal resonance emanated from the deepest recesses of the Fate Soul, suddenly shrouding the entire final arena in an endless darkness. It was not dark clouds obscuring the sky, nor the sun and moon dimming their light; this darkness was a strange phenomenon of Daoist rhythm arising from the simultaneous manipulation of all future destiny traces in the world that had not yet been realized by a great force.

The silver-gray vertical line between his brows suddenly burst upwards and downwards, and fine cracks slowly spread along his forehead. Within each crack, Great Void radiance of the void flowed. The Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel behind him also abandoned its old single-axis rotation, and the thousands of patterns on the wheel surface cracked outwards layer by layer.

The first wheel of destiny gives rise to the second, and after the second, the third appears. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of silver-gray wheels of destiny spread out from the void, layer upon layer.

The wheels varied in size and were suspended in different places: some hung high in the clouds, some were sunk beneath the arena, and some leaned against a gap in the void. Each wheel's shadow reflected a completely different future trajectory for Qin Yu.

Whoosh--whoosh--whoosh--

Countless slender life marks descended from the wheel of shadows, instantly covering the entire arena. Qin Yu's left-stepping movement appeared on the eastern wheel of fate; the posture of drawing his sword was reflected in another silver radiance in the high sky; the Book of Fate Law slowly unfolded on the nearly transparent fate plate in the distant sky.

He could stand still, leap into the void, retreat to the edge of the platform, or activate the Silent Origin Stainless Sword —all sorts of possibilities manifested. Countless phantoms of Qin Yu floated and sank among the layers of wheel shadows, and even the remnants of his Fate Soul accumulated over the years were faintly visible at the bottom of the wheel.

Hua Jingmeng no longer deliberately chooses what the true future is, but instead takes all the possible paths forward into his own observation, turning every trace of his fate into his eyes to see his enemies.

At the same moment, the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art flowing around his body evolved to a deeper level. The Tai Xu halo, which resembled the morning sun and the Great Void glow and was ever-changing, spread outward and connected with the countless Eternal Tribulation Fate Wheel. Each Wheel of Fate was connected by a wisp of Great Void origin, and then it also fell into the transformation.

Just moments ago, the image of Qin Yu drawing his sword was reflected in the wheel, but in an instant, it transformed into a scene of him forming hand seals and casting spells; the trajectory of his retreating and dodging stance, imbued with the power of the Great Void, split into more than a dozen completely different Return Path.

Countless possibilities intertwine, mutually generate, and overlap. Above the arena, a vast and awe-inspiring sea of destiny unfolds, with countless silver-gray wheels hanging high in the sky. There are no physical chains between the wheels, but they are connected by the flowing light of the Great Void to form a Fate Soul sky that is constantly expanding outward.

With each rotation, a portion of the future vanishes; a wisp of the Great Void transforms, giving rise to new traces of destiny from the place of oblivion. The future is no longer a long, solitary river, but transforms into a vast and boundless sea of destiny.

"Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates."

Hua Jingmeng slowly lowered her hand. The power of origin brushed against the hair on her forehead, and her pale and handsome face, bathed in the silvery-gray glow of the sky, appeared even more sinister. Her eyes had lost their mortal color, and deep within her pupils, layers upon layers of slowly rotating wheels of fate.

Even more bizarrely, his form was no longer confined to one place. After the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art merged with all lives, a Hua Jingmeng stood within the eastern life track, and his figure also appeared in the western future.

High in the clouds, on the arena floor, three zhang behind Qin Yu, and at the edges of the stage, countless Dao Hua Jingmeng appeared one after another from different life marks. Some stood quietly with their hands behind their backs, some raised their palms to gather momentum, some looked sideways and focused their gazes, and some stepped forward to approach Qin Yu.

Each one possesses the complete aura of Fate Soul, yet it is merely Great Void manifestation of his destiny projected from countless futures. There is no absolute true body here; he has already integrated his own Fate Soul into each observable destiny trajectory.

Buzz--!!! All the wheels of destiny turned one step in unison.

The entire final arena seemed to be overlooked by billions of invisible eyes simultaneously. Before Qin Yu even raised his arm, more than three thousand life wheels had already foreshadowed all the possible outcomes after he raised his hand; before his feet moved, hundreds of life marks had already covered all the void where he could stand.

Further afield, many life wheels transcended the current battle, directly revealing the aftermath of the fight a few breaths later: in some scenes, Hua Jingmeng's chest was stained with blood; in others, Qin Yu's robes were torn apart by the laws of the Dao; in still others, the arena completely collapsed and crumbled; and in several more life marks, two figures returned to nothingness together, leaving only the sky scarred by the residual power of the Fate Soul.

Faced with all sorts of terrifying scenes, Hua Jingmeng remained completely calm. He stood at the core where all lives converged, letting the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art constantly change, extend, and regenerate layer after layer of futures. Even though Qin Yu had opened up a new path of destiny with Abyssal Rotation Profiling, another wheel of destiny was already quietly waiting on that road ahead.

Outside the arena, the spectators were completely Ji Ran. Millions of cultivators looked up at the silver-gray sea of life that stretched across the Myriad Worlds Graveyard. Many of them trembled and turned pale. They could not distinguish between the real and the illusory. Just a few more breaths and a chilling sense of being peered into by the infinite future would spread through the depths of their Fate Soul.

On the referee's platform, Nangong Xingyun's gaze was deep and serious, while Nalan Yanqing raised his head, his gaze traveling from the outermost layer of the Destiny Wheel all the way to the deepest part of the Sea of Destiny. The two understood that Hua Jingmeng had completely changed the way she used the Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel.

He no longer insisted on locking Qin Yu down, but instead merged "observation" itself into the Great Dao of the Great Void. Whenever a new destiny path was born, it would immediately fall into the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates. Under such circumstances, Qin Yu's previous method of using old traces to create new paths encountered a great predicament - the path he had just opened up instantly became another scene in the eyes of the other party.

Beneath the Sea of Destiny, Hua Jingmeng slightly raised his chin, a chilling smile once more playing on his lips. He looked at Qin Yu, his voice echoing from among countless destiny images, near and far, each sound striking directly at the Fate Soul: "Qin Yu, you can rewrite one destiny mark, and abandoning ten or a hundred is not difficult, but as long as you remain in this world, every step you take on a new path of rebirth will fall into my sight. Where can you go then?"

Qin Yu did not respond. He stood quietly in the center of the arena, gazing at the boundless silver-gray sea of wheels and the Great Void expanse of ethereal light, with the Nine-Wheel True Evolution Dharma Wheel slowly rotating in his eyes.

Hua Jingmeng did not immediately launch an attack, but the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates had already been fully deployed. The entire world was weighed down by the endless future, creating a solemn atmosphere. The two faced each other across this final arena covered with traces of fate.

Hua Jingmeng stood beneath the silvery-gray glow of countless life wheels, the Fate Traces of the Great Void still slowly intertwining, countless future scenes arising and revolving behind him. He gazed at Qin Yu for a moment, his originally indifferent brows gradually relaxing, his lips slightly raised, a slanted arc appearing at the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face gained a touch of unsettling sinisterness.

There was no trace of the caution he had shown during their earlier probing exchange in his eyes; instead, a faint, cold glint lurked deep within. As the countless life marks reflected by [Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates] flickered, he was clearly plotting something in secret.

Hua Jingmeng tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping from Qin Yu's brow down to the Silent Origin Stainless Sword in his hand. She then chuckled softly, her tone seemingly casual, yet the killing intent within was undisguised. "Very good, Qin Yu, your logic is indeed remarkable. To have come this far, and to have even allowed me to push the Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel to this point, you are indeed far more interesting than I originally thought."

At this point, his smile deepened, and the calculating glint in his eyes intensified. He slowly moved his right hand behind his back, causing countless life wheels behind him to rotate an inch, before continuing, "So... if I accidentally kill you, don't blame me!!"

As soon as those words fell, the murmurs around the arena, which had been suppressed by the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates, paused for a moment. Many spectators' expressions changed slightly; anyone could tell that Hua Jingmeng's words were no longer just a casual provocation on the arena. Qin Yu, however, didn't even twitch an eyebrow. He stood at the center of the collective gaze of countless life marks, his robes swaying gently in the aftershocks of the Dao principles surging from the sky, his face showing no sign of panic.

He merely glanced coldly at Hua Jingmeng, his gaze so calm that even the slightest smile on Hua Jingmeng lips faltered for a moment. Then, Qin Yu's lips curled into a faint smile, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword hanging at his side, its blade not raised, and his tone revealing little anger. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll have to learn a thing or two."

As he said this, his gaze drifted slightly past Hua Jingmeng's shoulder, landing in the distance in the direction of the Hua Lineage's residence, a cold glint in his eyes. "But if I were to accidentally kill you... would your Hua Lineage stand idly by?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the large spectator area where the Hua Lineage was located changed abruptly. The Hua Lineage elders who had been sitting upright just moments before all raised their eyes. Several of them immediately frowned, while a few others did not show much anger on their faces, but rather undisguised sarcasm.

An elderly man in a grey robe leaned back, his aged fingers slowly stroking the armrest of his chair. His gaze swept over Qin Yu on the arena, and he let out a cold snort, "Young people with some skill easily forget where they stand. Jingmeng has already unleashed the power of 'Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates,' yet he still has the mind to say such things."

Another Hua Lineage beside him smirked, his contempt even more pronounced. He straightened his sleeves and said calmly, "After winning a few matches, you really think you can be compared to Jingmeng?"

"Those methods were indeed somewhat mysterious, but when it comes to the real battle for the origin of Fate Soul, how long can a few propositional deconstructions last?" Upon hearing this, several members of the Hua Family Lineage around him smiled. Some of the younger members even raised their chins and looked at the arena, their brows full of arrogance, and their gazes toward Qin Yu were mostly filled with a mocking expectation of his defeat.

The expressions of the Hua Lineage members participating in the competition also varied. Some crossed their arms and sneered; others stared at the thousands of life wheels that filled the sky behind Hua Jingmeng, their eyes filled with fervor and reverence, clearly already convinced that this battle was a foregone conclusion; and several young clansmen conversed in hushed tones, their gazes occasionally sweeping towards the Chi Lineage's direction, their expressions showing a hint of triumph.

The oppressive aura Hua Jingmeng displayed when she defeated Ju Gongchen still lingered in everyone's minds. Now, she has pushed the Eternal Tribulation Fate-Determining Wheel and the Grand Void Dao Transformation Art to the previously unseen level of the Simultaneous Contemplation of Myriad Fates. Many members of the Hua Lineage have become extremely confident. In their view, no matter how many powerful divine abilities Qin Yu has broken through before, this time he is facing Hua Jingmeng, who has truly set her sights on killing him.