604: Chapter 604 My heart aches, and below is also...

The Dao of the Sword.

The Dao of Spiritual Law.

The power of these two was obvious to all.

Either one of them was a Prodigy capable of crushing a realm and making all of eternity bow down.

But looking as far as the eye could see, at the end of the golden light, there were more than just thousands of such figures.

One after another, they were layered and spread out toward those bottomless depths.

Each one was another version of himself that had emerged after he had reached a certain fork in the road.

Each one had already reached the end of their own path.

Qin Wangchuan stood behind them, looking at these mountain-like silhouettes before him, and a sudden impulse rose in his heart—

To stand among them and also turn into such a silhouette.

And he did exactly that.

Taking a step forward, golden light flashed.

The silhouettes before him completely vanished, replaced by...

A... slightly unfamiliar body.

He raised a hand and brought it before his eyes.

It was called borrowing the Future Self, but it actually felt more like his original body had grown up in an instant.

But—

“What is this feeling?”

It was too light.

He tried to move a bit.

An unprecedented sense of lightness.

It felt as if with just a thought, he could rise off the ground.

While he was lost in thought, Qin Wangchuan suddenly felt someone gently tugging at his sleeve.

It was Dragon Gauze.

After she followed him through that door, her figure had also undergone a slight change.

The single red scale between her brows was unchanged, and the pair of jade horns atop her head were also unchanged.

Her size was still that of a small child, shrinking back into her familiar loli appearance.

Clearly, her age hadn't shifted much.

But looking closely, everything was different.

First were those eyes.

The eyes that used to be wide and sparkling at everyone now had the corners tilted slightly upward, adding a touch of sharpness.

Next was that face.

The softness of her jaw remained, but her cheeks seemed to have shed a layer; the baby fat had receded a bit, and the lines of her cheekbones had emerged.

Finally, there was that aura.

The daintiness had lessened, replaced by a sense of coldness and pride.

Taken separately, the changes weren't large, one could even say they were negligible.

But taken together, she was a completely different person.

Like the little girl next door who always followed behind, who in the blink of an eye, had stood up tall and graceful as a young lady.

At this moment, the little one clearly didn't know what had happened.

A small, anxious face was looking up at him, her black hair slightly messy, the red scale flashing between her brows.

Only then did Qin Wangchuan realize with a start: Dragon Gauze could also obtain a Future Self through the wheel of fate?

Just imagine, when facing enemies in the future, if he borrowed the power of the future and Dragon Gauze did as well.

The overlapping of the two powers would definitely not be as simple as one plus one equals two.

It would be an exponential explosion!

This also meant that Dragon Gauze could become stronger and stronger!

Such a gain could definitely be called an unexpected surprise.

Thinking this, Qin Wangchuan lowered his head and said softly, “Come back first.”

Dragon Gauze nodded, and her figure immediately turned into a stream of light, returning to him.

It was indeed true.

Not only her appearance, but Dragon Gauze's power had also grown stronger.

It was simply miraculous.

His body was light as never before; the majesty of his power even surpassed the sum of Fourth Gear and his Dragon Form.

But even so, he still felt that this was far from everything.

“The future me cannot be this weak.”

“Moreover, Dragon Gauze's age hasn't changed at all... it should be the limitation of the wheel of fate, or some other reason, that I haven't borrowed from a very distant future.”

The further the future, the stronger the power.

Just how far into the future it was, he couldn't tell by feeling alone.

A test would reveal the truth.

Qin Wangchuan raised his hand.

His slender fingers stretched naturally and then closed.

The movement was smooth and fluid, as if this body had repeated it millions of times, so familiar that it lacked any excess or hesitation.

A pinch.

A sword formed.

He held it before his eyes, observing it closely.

This sword looked no different from the ones he had pinched out before.

But he knew it wasn't so.

It was too fast.

In the past, to condense such a Spiritual Qi sword required drawing Qi, condensing its form, and imbuing intent.

But with that pinch just now, the sword was complete.

So fast that even he hadn't noticed.

At this very moment, Qin Wangchuan suddenly understood.

What he had borrowed was the future belonging to the Dao of the Sword.

A Spiritual Qi sword was originally an unremarkable, most basic thing that everyone knew.

But who would practice it to the extreme?

Except for him.

Only he would take such a basic thing and practice it over and over to the extreme.

Thinking of this, the corners of Qin Wangchuan's lips curled up imperceptibly.

Then—

The sword fell.

...

On the other side.

Qin Zhaoer was out for a stroll with her hands behind her back.

That was how it should have been.

But the Qin Family was so large, with countless pavilions and towers, yet she somehow kept wandering around the vicinity of the Divine Son Hall.

Coming once, making a loop.

Walking far away, then turning back.

She knew in her heart what she was after.

Wasn't she just hoping to "happen" to run into that person?

It was just that her luck was truly bad; after wandering for a long time, she hadn't seen even a corner of his clothes.

This unusual scene naturally drew Ye Jianwei's attention.

Seeing her circle back and forth several times, she walked over to strike up a conversation:

“Eighth Young Master.”

She paused, then added, “My master is inside.”

She didn't ask if she should announce her, nor did she offer to lead her in.

Just that one sentence, enough to make the point.

Qin Zhaoer was stunned.

The blind girl who couldn't even speak clearly before had now learned how to use words to stifle people.

She immediately shook her head, her chin tilted up:

“What does it matter to me if he's there?”

“Beat it, you're in the way of this Young Miss's stroll.”

Her mouth was fierce, but her heart was sour.

She didn't come to find him at first because she didn't know how to face him.

During those days they spent together in the trial, he had seen every bit of her from top to bottom.

Her body went without saying—fair, youthful, then later aging, from a young girl to white hair, every inch had been under his eyes.

But those weren't even the most embarrassing parts.

What was embarrassing were those nights.

On countless nights, she had worn sexy clothes, struck poses that made her face flush with shame just thinking back on them, and actively approached him, speaking softly and sweetly, begging for intimacy.

With all of this, how could she hold her head up?

So she intentionally avoided coming to see him.

As she avoided him, her shame simmered into anger.

‘You old man, you've been out for so long and haven't come to find me once.’

‘Fine, then I won't go looking for you either!’

She waited in a fit of pique.

One day, then another.

As she waited, her temper didn't fade, but she herself couldn't hold out anymore, so she ended up wandering over anyway.

In the end, he was perfectly fine, acting as if nothing had happened, too lazy to even show his face.

Now she was even angrier!

Nothing looked right to her, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.

Qin Zhaoer clenched her fists and cursed through gritted teeth: You old geezer, you just wait! You'd better not come looking for me, and even if you do, don't think about getting on—

Halfway through, she abruptly stopped.

...No.

It seemed that every time, the one begging to go to bed was herself.

A few times, she was even kicked out of bed because her ideas were too perverted.

Her raised fist shook in mid-air, and Qin Zhaoer bit her lip, helplessly changing her tune:

“Hmph... you'd better not come looking for me, otherwise, I'll drain you until you can't get out of bed!”

“I'm keeping track.”

“For every day you ignore me, I'll drain you for ten!”

Before her voice had even faded, she had already turned around huffily, her footsteps stomping loudly.

Just then—

Boom!

With a massive roar, even the ground beneath her feet shook.

The Divine Son Hall had exploded.