402: The Wheel of Fortune calls for the first time, to support the past.

Leading Dragon Gauze back into the hall.

The location where the True Dragon Clan would emerge was in the Liuli Realm of the Middle Thousand Province.

The time would be several months later.

The Old Ancestor had perceived the heavenly secrets in advance.

It was just as well; during this time, he could first visit the Dao Seeking Palace to check on Yin Qiyue and the others.

But for now... there was no rush.

The most important thing was to first fully recover his body.

He gave orders for someone to bring in another pool of Dragon Raising Spiritual Liquid.

The spiritual pool was prepared, and a misty Spiritual Qi filled the air.

Qin Wangchuan first took out the jade bottle bestowed by the Old Ancestor and poured out a golden Medicinal Pill.

Before he could even speak.

Dragon Gauze immediately and obediently opened her mouth wide:

"Ah~"

The Medicinal Pill melted as soon as it entered her mouth, turning into a gentle yet incredibly majestic warm current that instantly surged into her four limbs and hundred bones.

It would take an ordinary person at least several months of effort to refine a Medicinal Pill made from such immortal bone essence.

But for a True Dragon body, seven days were enough.

Almost the instant the Medicinal Pill entered her stomach.

Dragon Gauze's entire body hummed, and a layer of dazzling golden halo rippled across her originally snow-white skin.

Her pure dragon pupils instantly lost focus, her eyelids began to droop, and her small head nodded bit by bit.

"...Sleepy."

Dragon Gauze mumbled indistinctly.

Her body lost support and slumped softly to one side.

Qin Wangchuan was quick of eye and hand, reaching out to pull her into his embrace, unable to help but chuckle:

"This isn't being sleepy; clearly, the medicinal power is too fierce and has made you lightheaded."

This also indirectly proved that Dragon Gauze's Physique was special, and her absorption speed was far beyond imagination.

He carefully placed the sleeping Dragon Gauze into the newly prepared Dragon Raising Pool.

Then, he stepped into another Dragon Raising Pool himself. The warm spiritual liquid soaked every inch of his skin and Meridians, nourishing his slightly exhausted immortal bone True Dragon body after the battle.

He summoned Ye Jianwei and instructed her to wake him in seven days if he hadn't already woken up.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into a warm darkness.

In his daze, he seemed to hear a melodious sound of a guqin.

It was that familiar "Nine Heavens Guiding Phoenix Melody."

The guqin's sound was clear and transcendent, the phoenix's cry harmonious and pleasant; it was extremely delightful to the ear.

His consciousness seemed to be led by this guqin music, breaking free from the shackles of his physical shell, crossing the boundaries of time and space, and falling once again into that endless river of Karma.

Only by experiencing the myriad Daos can one become the Myriad Laws.

He became "someone else" again, to experience another life, to cross another tribulation, and to realize the end and rebirth of another kind of Dao.

When he regained consciousness again, it was already five days later.

Qin Wangchuan slowly opened his eyes, first feeling a warm and soft body lying on his chest, her breathing steady and long.

It was Dragon Gauze.

She didn't sleep in her own pool but insisted on squeezing in here.

The corners of Qin Wangchuan's lips curled slightly as he tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace.

The young girl seemed startled by this movement and opened her eyes in a daze, with lingering sleepiness and golden light still in her pupils.

"Go back to sleep," he whispered.

Without a word, Dragon Gauze just rubbed her cheek against the crook of his neck.

Finding a more comfortable position, she fell back into a deep sleep, her breath blending with his.

Qin Wangchuan did not get up immediately.

With a slight thought, the newly refined nine layers profound heaven rings and the two heavenly suspended silks appeared out of thin air, slowly revolving around him.

Before integrating the immortal bone Dao charm, these two treasures were extraordinary but ultimately "external objects."

But now it was different.

He could clearly feel that the immortal bone inside him was producing a subtle, resonant throb with them, as if they shared the same source.

It was a feeling of perfect harmony, as if they were originally an extended part of his own body.

Even Dragon Gauze in his arms emitted a similar resonant fluctuation.

"Be born soon... Artifact Spirit," Qin Wangchuan muttered under his breath, his fingertips brushing over the cold surface of the profound heaven rings.

He thought of Yu Niang.

She was the first, and also the last, Artifact Spirit he had encountered after coming to this world.

But she would never come back after all.

He rested for a few more days.

Dragon Gauze finally fully recovered. Her aura was more solid and restrained than before; though her dragon power was hidden, she appeared even more unfathomable.

With a flash of her figure, she transformed back into a majestic and beautiful black dragon pattern, quietly lying dormant on Qin Wangchuan's deep black robes.

Compared to her human form, she clearly preferred this.

Being held by her master was very comfortable.

Most importantly, she didn't have to walk.

Qin Wangchuan's own state had also been adjusted to its Peak.

It was time to set off for the Middle Thousand Province.

After resolving the matter of the True Dragon Clan, he still had to hurry back to the academy, where there were still unfinished matters.

However, just as he was briefly packing and preparing to depart—

A strange sensation came from behind him without any warning.

It didn't come from the present world, but rather... like a ripple from the downstream of the river of destiny, carrying a hint of "his own" throbbing and urgency.

Qin Wangchuan turned around abruptly.

Behind him, the wheel of fate that carried endless Karma manifested itself, its doors swinging open.

Behind the door were surging shadows of Chaos.

As well as a distress signal that crossed the boundaries of time and space.

"So that's how it is..." A flash of realization appeared in Qin Wangchuan's eyes. "This is what it feels like to be called by 'myself'."

Without the slightest hesitation.

With a thought, the wheel of fate suddenly expanded, and the doors opened completely.

He took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the surging shadows of Chaos.

The scene before his eyes changed instantly.

Before he could even see clearly, a thick, almost suffocating aura of death rushed toward him!

Qin Wangchuan looked up—

Ruins, sword marks, corpses, and bloodstains.

He saw a skeleton, crystal-clear as jade yet emitting a heaven-toppling Death Qi, slowly sitting up from a coffin.

In its hollow eye sockets, two clusters of eerie green ghost fires flickered, locking onto all living beings in front of it.

'A pseudo-immortal body... from that time in Hanging Heaven City?'

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he scanned the area and immediately noticed something was wrong.

This wasn't Hanging Heaven City.

It was on the Cloud Platform of the Great Yan Dynasty!

Chu Wujiu, Li Xuan, Yun Zexuan, and a group of young Prodigies were all lying on the ground.

Importantly, not far away—Zhou Yunyi was slumped on the ground, tightly protecting the weakly breathing Ye Lingchuan in his arms, with the overturned immortal burying coffin beside them.

And on his back was a clearly visible, massive skeletal palm print that had nearly shattered his entire spine, obviously the work of the pseudo-immortal body.

Great Yan Dynasty, the battle of the heroes during the Discussion of the Dao!

That time was indeed fraught with extreme danger.

If he hadn't ultimately buried Zhou Yunyi and the other with a single sword strike... this tragic scene before him might have been the original outcome.

And in this time and space, it was exactly that "Qin Wangchuan" had failed to stop Zhou Yunyi and Ye Lingchuan.

Allowing them to successfully release this pseudo-immortal body into a desperate situation!

Qin Wangchuan's gaze fell to the center of the battlefield, onto the only figure still barely standing.

Another "Qin Wangchuan."

He was covered in blood, his white clothes stained red, his aura in complete disarray, and at his feet lay a Jiaowei guqin with most of its strings broken.

A fragment of memory surged into Qin Wangchuan's Sea of Consciousness through some mysterious connection.

This "Qin Wangchuan" was the version of himself who primarily cultivated the Dao of the Zither.

Entering the Dao through the guqin, his killing methods were sharp but leaned more toward control and mental attacks.

But the problem was—

Qin Wangchuan's brows furrowed slightly.

He had clearly obtained the wheel of fate from the System only after the Great Yan Dynasty incident and experiencing many subsequent changes.

Logically, the wheel of fate should only appear in the "future" starting from himself.

"Don't be surprised, it's our handiwork."