62: Lu Chen, the son of destiny

In that instant, the world before his eyes abruptly twisted.

Tears of blood accompanied his gaze.

The once clear world disintegrated inch by inch, replaced by an unformed Void Realm of Chaos.

Countless profound runes circulated in the Void Realm, weaving into obscure and hard-to-understand trajectories, as if a corner of the River of Fate had materialized at this moment.

“Boom—!”

An indescribable sharp pain spread from his eyes to his Divine Soul, as if billions of silver needles were stirring within his skull.

Qin Wangchuan grunted, but gritted his teeth, refusing to close his eyes.

The next moment.

As if invisible shackles shattered, a brilliant golden light suddenly bloomed in the depths of his pupils, like the dawn breaking, dispelling the Chaos.

He “saw” it.

A phantom long river descended from an endless height, its waters composed of countless shimmering runes, each rune representing a possibility, a destiny.

Ordinarily, even the most supreme beings could not interfere with this River of Fate; they could only draw out branches.

—But the Heaven's Secret Saint Body was different.

The river transformed into threads of golden silk, falling down.

The entire River of Fate actually changed its course for him alone!

It wasn't that it allowed people to glimpse the Heavenly Secret.

Instead, it made the Heavenly Secret... actively come to you!

As the golden light in his eyes slowly receded, transforming into a faint, shimmering glow deep within his pupils, his vision returned to normal.

But even so, Qin Wangchuan could still feel that his eyes were entirely different from before.

Wherever his gaze fell, the trajectories of Spiritual Qi floating in the air, the faint flow of Luck on others, and even certain “omens” about to occur, all appeared vaguely, like reflections in water.

“Is this... the Heaven's Secret Divine Eye?” Qin Wangchuan touched his eyes with one hand and reached out to his surroundings with the other.

The room, once so familiar, was now covered with unfamiliar runes.

Qin Wangchuan’s gaze slowly swept over these mysterious runes, his brows slightly furrowed.

“The meaning of these runes still needs to be explored. Also, these eyes can only tell where the Opportunity is, but not whether you can get it. This must be remembered.”

“Otherwise, I’ll be the next one to be tricked to death.”

As he pondered, a flash of something unusual suddenly appeared in his vision.

“Pretty impressive, it can even see red threads... Wait a minute?”

“Red threads?”

Qin Wangchuan’s movements suddenly froze.

He saw that at some unknown point, a red thread, as fine as a wisp of silk, was wrapped around his little finger, its other end extending into the distance, tied to someone unknown.

“It might be her.”

Li Qingluan’s figure appeared in his mind.

Shaking his head, he temporarily cast aside extraneous thoughts.

After familiarizing himself with these eyes for a bit, he looked at the System panel again.

But he found that this simulation didn't seem to be over yet?

[There are other characters available for simulation at the same node. Do you wish to consume 2 simulation attempts to repeat this scenario?]

(Note: During repeated simulations, no simulation rewards can be obtained.)

Qin Wangchuan's gaze narrowed slightly, “Revival coin?”

Then he stroked his chin, pondering the pros and cons.

“It consumes the same number of attempts as targeted simulation. Although no rewards can be obtained, if a way to break this Opportunity can be found, it is absolutely worth it.”

[Repeated simulation begins.]

[Remaining simulation attempts: 15]

You stepped into the middle door, and before your eyes was a white, Void Realm space.

You lost yourself.

[You died.]

...

All subsequent attempts, without exception, resulted in getting lost, but in the last attempt, Qin Wangchuan finally saw a way to break through.

[Repeated simulation begins.]

[Remaining simulation attempts: 1]

You stepped into the middle door, and before your eyes was a white, Void Realm space.

In the endless Void Realm, unable to bear the torment, you finally chose to give up.

You committed suicide.

You gained a new life.

[This scenario simulation has ended.]

Qin Wangchuan gazed at the final simulation result, murmuring in a low voice: “The stronger the desire to survive, the more one wants to live, the more one will lose oneself.”

“Who would have thought that suicide... was the only way out.”

Countless times in the simulations, the Void Realm and despair he experienced flashed through his mind. The torment of his consciousness being devoured bit by bit until he lost himself seemed to still linger deep in his mind.

Even recalling it now still sent shivers down his spine.

“But no matter what, the way to break through is already before me.” A golden light flashed in Qin Wangchuan’s eyes, then vanished, “Let me see what exactly is hidden in your True Dragon Secret Realm.”

After speaking, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance, his gaze piercing through the Void Realm:

“Moreover, a suspected Child of Luck has already appeared in the Lower Realm, and I don't know if this Secret Realm will attract those fated individuals.”

Not long after, the news of the Central Province Dynasty’s True Dragon Secret Realm opening spread throughout the entire Ten Directions Immortal Court.

The True Dragon Secret Realm—rumored to be the origin of the ancient True Dragon—was relatively rare even for the Ten Great Emperor Clans, let alone those ordinary top Daoist traditions.

In an instant, the entire Ten Directions Immortal Court was stirred, and Luck surged.

This was destined to be a gathering of stars that would shake the heavens, and also a chess game played by ancient great sects.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Outside a mountain range in Central Province.

The mists of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains had not yet fully dispersed, when a figure slowly emerged, treading on the morning dew.

The young man wore coarse linen clothes and had a handsome appearance.

Most striking was a faint golden Dragon scale mark between his brows, which shimmered with a strange luster in the sunlight.

“Finally... I’m out.”

The young man looked up into the distance, and in the depths of his pupils, a Dragon shadow seemed to swim.

He couldn't recall how he ended up deep in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, only vaguely remembering that when he opened his eyes, he was already lying in a hunter's crude wooden cabin.

From that day on, he lived in this secluded mountain paradise. The only thing that could prove his past was the incomplete small bronze cauldron he wore close to his body—

The body of the cauldron seemed to have been torn open by sharp claws, missing a corner.

Amidst the mottled patterns, the characters “Lu Chen” were faintly discernible.

Life was originally like still water.

Until a few days ago, his dreams suddenly changed.

An old man with Dragon horns on his head appeared in his dreams every night, guiding him amidst coiling Dragon Qi: “Go to the True Dragon Secret Realm; there lies your lost Dragon Clan Legacy.”

“Om—”

The incomplete small cauldron hanging around his neck suddenly emitted a low Dragon roar.

As if pointing in a certain direction.

“It seems my direction is correct.”

Lu Chen gently stroked the small cauldron, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

This journey out of the mountains was not only to explore the Secret Realm the old man spoke of, but also to uncover the mystery of his own identity—why did he, a Human Race youth, have Dragon Bloodline flowing within him?

Suddenly, a commotion came from the forest ahead.

Several Cultivators flew past on swords, and the jade pendant hanging from the waist of the leader was clearly engraved with the words “Divine Mountain.”

“I heard that even that Forbidden Child will appear in this Secret Realm,” a Cultivator whispered.

“Hmph, after being hidden for so many years, it's finally time to see their true face,” another sneered, “It's said they're only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet those old monsters protect them so tightly that no one even knows if they are male or female.”

“Regardless of whether they are a Dragon or a Phoenix,” the leading Cultivator’s eyes gleamed, “With the True Dragon Secret Realm appearing this time, we shall see if this hidden Prodigy truly deserves the title ‘Forbidden’!”

Lu Chen silently retreated behind a tree, concealing his aura. After the group had gone far, he looked down at his palm.

In the center of his palm, a Dragon-shaped pattern was faintly glowing hot.

This was the Dragon Clan Bloodline’s resonance with its own kind, indicating that there were indeed True Dragon remnants in the Secret Realm.

“Auntie said that people outside devour others whole, and would fight to the death for a bit of Opportunity.”

“But if that Opportunity truly belongs to me...”

He clenched his fist, and the Dragon scale mark between his brows suddenly lit up:

“I will never give it to anyone else!”

With that, his figure transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the Secret Realm.

Wherever he passed, the grass and trees bowed low, as if showing submission to some ancient Bloodline.