(AN: These chapters are to explain the reason for certain actions of Qian Renxue which maybe confusing to readers)
There was gratitude in his voice. However, gratitude alone was not enough to decide the course of one's entire life.
"It does not mean I must dedicate my entire life to Spirit Hall."
"The continent is changing.....The world is changing."
"And we have been given another chance to walk our own path."
As he spoke, his eyes gradually brightened. Qian Renxue could sense his ambition.
Jun Wuhen turned toward Chu Yue, a trace of nervousness appeared on his face.
He slowly extended his hand.
"Will you support me in this endeavor?"
"There will be difficulties."
"But..."
His voice softened.
"It would be much easier if you were standing beside me."
The grassland became quiet. Only the sound of the wind remained.
Chu Yue stared at the hand extended before her.
She did not answer immediately. Instead, she lowered her gaze and seemed lost in thought.
Several moments passed. Then a faint smile appeared on her face. Slowly, she reached forward and grasped his hand.
"You haven't changed much, Wuhen."
There was a trace of helplessness in her tone,yet beneath it was warmth.
"But..."
Her grip tightened slightly.
"I will stand with you."
For a moment, Jun Wuhen seemed stunned. Then joy appeared in his eyes.
A genuine joy that could not be hidden.
"Really?"
Chu Yue rolled her eyes.
"Yes."
The simple response caused the smile on Jun Wuhen's face to widen.
Hand in hand, they continued walking across the grassland. As they moved forward, they passed directly through Qian Renxue's illusory body.
Soon, the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
The scene slowly began to blur and the grassland dissolved.
A thoughtful expression appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
"So this is an alternate future..."
She finally understood. This was not the future destined to happen.
It was a possibility of a branch of fate that could have existed under different circumstances.
A world where Jun Wuhen and Chu Yue were alive. Qian Renxue lowered her head slightly.
The authority of Fate's Spinner was even more profound than she had initially imagined.
It did not merely reveal the future. It revealed possibilities. The countless branches hidden within fate itself.
Her purple eyes gradually brightened.
She slowly raised her head and looked toward the endless, illusory River of Memories flowing before her intending to use the ability again.
(Time Period: After Qian Renxue Finished Her Seclusion)
After using her 6th Divine Ability an unknown number of times, Qian Renxue had gradually become accustomed to the authority she wielded.
At first, each activation of Fate's Spinner had required concentration and careful control, now it had become instinct.
The boundaries between memories, possibilities, and fate itself had become increasingly blurred in her perception.
Her purple eyes had undergone a subtle transformation and were no longer merely eyes but had become doors leading to memories.
If Qian Renxue were to descend into the mortal world in her true form, ordinary people would not even be able to meet her gaze directly.
The moment they looked into her eyes, they would unconsciously sink into their own memories.
They would remember their childhood, their greatest triumphs and regrets. More terrifyingly, they would witness the wrong choces they had made in the past.
What if they had chosen differently? What if they had spoken those words? What if they had not made that mistake?
The endless possibilities would slowly gnaw at their minds. Regret would transform into obsession which would then turn into madness.
Whoosh—
Qian Renxue slowly closed her eyes. Her will carried a simple command.
'The Future.'
The authority within her responded immediately.
"6th Divine Ability: Fate's Spinner."
The colorful waters of the River of Memories emerged from nothingness.
The river wrapped around her body and her consciousness was instantly pulled away.
The scenery before her eyes changed.
When her vision stabilized once more, she found herself standing atop a familiar battlefield.
Jialing Pass.
Qian Renxue immediately recognized the place.
This was where one of the most important battles in the original story of Douluo Dalu had occurred.
The decisive clash between Spirit Hall and the allied armies of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire.
A battlefield stained by countless lives.
Yet the Jialing Pass before her seemed far quieter than the one she remembered.
The wind blew across the plains. Broken weapons lay scattered everywhere and crimson blood had long since dried upon the earth.
Corpses Soul Mastera of the Heaven Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire and Spirit Hall covered the battlefield.
In death, all distinctions seemed meaningless. Everyone looked the same beneath the cold sky.
Qian Renxue slowly walked forward. Then she heard a woman's voice soft and melancholic.
The singing drifted from a nearby Spirit Hall branch.
"Dear Lord, when I go to heaven..."
The voice trembled slightly.
"...please let me take my man."
The song continued quietly.
Filled with longing sadness and prayer.
Qian Renxue immediately recognized the singer.
Shen Luo, a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes. There seemed to be a growing relationship between her and Lu Ping.
The thought flashed through Qian Renxue's mind.
Yet something else drew her attention- a corpse which lay not far away.
Qian Renxue's gaze fell upon the body.
A sharp weapon had pierced directly through the chest.
Yet the aura lingering around it was filled with dense killing intent and slaughter.
Even after death, traces of the power remained.
Qian Renxue instantly recognized, the wound made by the Asura Sword.
The killer had been Tang San.
Only the divine weapon of the Asura God could leave behind such remnants.