Qian Renxue instantly recognized, the wound made by the Asura Sword, knowing the killer should be Tang San.
Only the divine weapon of the Asura God could leave behind such remnants.
Qian Renxue stepped closer, its eyes remained open, frozen forever in its final moment seemingly staring at her.
It was Lu Ping's corpse.
The believer who had spread her faith with unwavering devotion. The man whose faith had never once wavered.
Now he lay dead before her. His lifeless eyes stared upward toward her.
Qian Renxue's expression remained indifferent. The kind of indifference that came from witnessing too much.
Too many memories, possibilities and futures.
In one of the alternate futures she had seen herself covered in blood dragging a sword 3 times her size on her way to another slaughter, she had seen Lu Ping dying in front of her monument trying to stop the Shrek Seven devils, she had seen Asura God descend and forcefully put a hoop on Jiang Mo like the monkey king before he forged his own godhead, she had seen Lin Yuan fighting till his last breath before Dai Mubai's and Zhu Zhuqing's fusion of God Level Netherworld white Tiger .
Since obtaining authority over the River of Memories, she had looked upon countless lives and countless endings. Triumph and tragedy had become commonplace in her eyes.
Her purple eyes seemed capable of seeing through past and future alike.
Yet at this moment, standing before Lu Ping's corpse, Qian Renxue felt a faint sense of irony.
After all her efforts she had been brought here. To witness the death of one of her most faithful followers. It was almost as if fate itself were mocking her.
A god who could observe countless futures, yet unable to prevent every tragedy.
The wind swept across the battlefield. The distant singing of Shen Luo still lingered in the air. Qian Renxue silently looked away from Lu Ping's corpse.
Then she took a step forward and the surrounding space folded, a thousand miles were crossed instantly.
In the next moment, she appeared at the center of another scene.
A scene which will be engraved within the history of the Douluo Continent in the future.
Bibi Dong versus Tang San.
Bibi Dong stood clad in divine radiance. The aura of the Goddess of Sin surrounded her body as endless darkness and malevolence condensed around the Rakshasa Scythe.
Her beautiful face was filled with determination.The giant scythe had already been swung forward. Its blade cut through space itself as it lunged toward Tang San.
Opposite her stood Tang San with the crimson Asura Sword was raised in his hand.
Even from a distance, one could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the divine weapon.
It was the decisive collision between two gods.
A moment that should have shaken heaven and earth.
Yet—Everything was motionless.
The instant Qian Renxue stepped into the scene, the entire memory froze.
The Rakshasa Scythe remained suspended in midair. The crimson sword light of the Asura Sword stopped halfway through its descent.
The battlefield had become a painting trapped in time, a world frozen in amber.
Qian Renxue stood between the two gods, neither of them could see her.
Because this was merely a fragment preserved within fate, a future possibility recorded within the River of Memories.
For several moments, she silently observed the scene.
Her gaze swept across Bibi Dong then Tang San.
A faint ripple appeared within her heart because she had suddenly realized something.
No matter how many futures she observed or how many possibilities she explored the outcome remained similar : Spirit Hall's defeat
She was still too weak, not strong enough to reverse the trajectory of fate written by the will of the universe.
Qian Renxue slowly raised her hand. The purple glow within her eyes deepened.
The authority of fate stirred once more.
"6th Divine Ability: Fate's Spinner."
The illusory River of Memories appeared once again.
Countless fragments of past, future, and possibility flowed through its waters.
This time, Qian Renxue's wish was straightforward.
'I want to become stronger.'
The moment that thought emerged, the River of Memories responded.
The river engulfed her consciousness completely.
The sensation of falling returned, A familiar gray sky appeared overhead.
The air carried the scent of death and decay.
Finding herself once again within the familiar environment of the Undead Demiplane, Qian Renxue immediately sensed the condition of the body whose memory she was observing was very bad.
The moment she connected to the perspective of her alternate future self, waves of pain flooded into her consciousness.
One of her arms was completely gone. One of her legs was mangled beyond recognition. The divine flesh had been torn apart, exposing shattered bones and damaged meridians.
The injuries carried traces of authority.The kind of wounds that did not merely damage the body, but targeted existence itself.
Even now, remnants of those powers lingered within the injuries, preventing them from properly healing.
Qian Renxue could feel her future self continuously channeling divine energy.
(Angel Godhead) 4th Divine Skill: Prayer Heal.
The holy radiance descended repeatedly upon her injured body, yet the results were minimal.
The divine healing that could cure thousands of believers across the continent was only barely capable of maintaining her current condition.
This was the first time she had witnessed herself in such a miserable state.
Her gaze slowly swept across the surroundings. The condition of the Undead Demiplane was no better.
The sky itself was cracked. Huge fissures spread through the gray heavens like broken glass.
The earth had been overturned. Even the laws maintaining the demiplane appeared unstable.
The space around them constantly trembled, as if it might collapse at any moment.
The Undead Demiplane was dying.
The reason was obvious, two existences beyond common sense had chosen this place as their battlefield.