Long Qinghuang’s blossoming ardor was extinguished by a single sentence, her expression becoming extremely serious: “Are you sure?”

“Eight or nine times out of ten,” Lu Xingzhou said. “Have you ever wondered why some things are so similar?”

“Like what?”

“For example, the old turtle can have so many illegitimate children with other clans; for instance…”

That figure continued to walk in the chaotic void beyond destiny, as if he had merged with this very emptiness. He had no direction, no end, only walked, walked in realms untouched by destiny, walked at the boundary of freedom.

The faint light in his palm pulsed slowly; it was the spark beyond destiny, the symbol of freedom. He gazed at it, as if contemplating some ineffable truth.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured softly. “It is no longer part of destiny, but a true freedom.”

He slowly closed his eyes, sensing the depths of this void. He could feel subtle changes occurring in the long river of destiny. Those trajectories that were once tightly bound by destiny were now quietly shifting. Some people had already stepped off the path of destiny and embarked on unknown roads.

“Freedom…” he whispered, “It is not without cost. It requires solitude, the endurance of unknown fear, and facing a future where everything is uncertain.”

But in his eyes, there was no hesitation, only resolve.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as an abyss. He could feel that the third path of destiny had begun to spread, like a ray of light unknown to heaven and earth, quietly tearing apart the established order.

And in the ancient hall at the node of destiny, Lin Yi and Lu Chen still floated on the line of destiny, gazing at the void beyond destiny’s end.

“He has truly embarked on that path,” Lu Chen said slowly, his voice tinged with reverence.

Lin Yi nodded gently: “Yes, he is no longer part of destiny, but a traveler beyond destiny.”

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “Then, how will destiny respond?”

Lin Yi smiled faintly: “Destiny… can no longer respond.”

They watched the void beyond destiny’s end; that figure had completely vanished from destiny’s sight. And the third path of destiny slowly unfolded in that void, like a road to the unknown, awaiting the arrival of the next traveler.

“Perhaps, the journey of destiny should always be like this,” Lin Yi whispered.

Lu Chen nodded gently, his gaze profound: “Yes.”

They quietly gazed at the void, as if waiting for something.

And at the other end of destiny, in that ancient sect, the young cultivator still stood on the mountaintop, looking up at the sky.

In his eyes, a resolute light flickered.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured softly, “I, too, must embark on it.”

He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try and perceive the existence of that path. He vaguely sensed a strange fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him towards some unknown direction.

He opened his eyes, his gaze as firm as iron, “And I, too, will embark on my own path.”

He took a step, as if stepping into an unknown land beyond destiny.

That figure walked in the void, as if he had forgotten the passage of time. His existence had transcended the scope of destiny, becoming a new possibility.

He sensed the changes deep within the void, an unprecedented fluctuation. In the long river of destiny, more and more people began to deviate from their established trajectories, heading towards unknown directions.

“Freedom…” he murmured softly, “It has finally begun to spread.”

He knew that the third path of destiny was no longer a theoretical possibility, but a true existence. It was a road to the unknown, a road to freedom.

And on this road, he was not the only traveler.

At the other end of destiny, that young cultivator had already taken the first step. He stood beyond destiny, feeling the aura of that path.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured softly, “It truly exists.”

He closed his eyes, trying to establish a connection with that path. He could feel that the path did not belong to any known laws, nor to any established destiny. It was free, it was unknown, it was the path for everyone willing to break free from the shackles of destiny.

“I will walk it,” he thought to himself.

He took a second step, as if stepping into an unknown land beyond destiny.

In the ancient hall at the node of destiny, Lin Yi and Lu Chen still floated on the line of destiny, sensing the changes in destiny.

“More and more people are beginning to break away from the trajectory of destiny,” Lu Chen said slowly.

Lin Yi nodded gently: “Yes, the third path of destiny has truly unfolded. It is no longer a theoretical possibility, but a true existence.”

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “Then what about us? Shall we continue to guard destiny?”

Lin Yi smiled faintly: “Destiny can no longer be guarded. It is no longer the only path.”

Lu Chen nodded gently, his gaze profound: “Yes.”

They quietly gazed at the void, as if waiting for something.

And at the other end of destiny, that young cultivator had already embarked on the third path of destiny. His steps were firm, his gaze profound.

He murmured softly, “And I, too, will embark on my own path.”

He continued to walk forward, as if he had forgotten everything behind him.

The third path of destiny is not a specific route, nor is it a method of cultivation that can be easily entered. It is a will, a belief that transcends destiny and karma.

That figure was the embodiment of this belief.

He walked beyond destiny, each step seeming to reshape rules, each breath like rewriting the order of heaven and earth. He had no name, no past; he simply existed, existing beyond destiny, walking in the unknown.

He traveled through shattered void, across endless star seas, over cracks in time, finally arriving at a realm never touched by destiny.

It was a chaotic place, with no light, no darkness, only endless emptiness and void. Here, even time lost its meaning, and space lost its direction. He stood in the center of that void, sensing this realm never trodden by destiny.

“Destiny…” he whispered again, his voice echoing in this void, “Do you, too, feel it?”

Destiny did not respond, but its existence could no longer be ignored. For the first time, cracks appeared in the long river of destiny; those previously orderly lines of destiny began to show imperceptible deviations. Some people quietly broke away from their original trajectories, heading towards unknown directions.

And all of this stemmed from the existence of that figure.

The third path of destiny was no longer a theoretical possibility, but a true existence. It was no longer part of destiny, but another choice beyond destiny.

In this void, that figure slowly raised his hand, and a faint light gathered in his palm. That light belonged to no known law, nor to any established destiny. It was free, it was unknown, it was the radiance of the third path.

“Beyond destiny, there is still a path,” he whispered.

And at this very moment, in the long river of destiny, a new ripple quietly spread.

That figure continued to walk in the chaotic void beyond destiny, each step seeming to tear apart the established order, each breath like rewriting the laws of heaven and earth. He had no name, no past; he simply existed, existing beyond destiny, walking in the unknown.

His figure flickered in and out of sight in the void, as if he could be swallowed by this chaos at any moment, yet also as if he would never truly disappear. His will, like the pulsating faint light in his palm, was firm and unshakeable.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured softly, “It is no longer part of destiny, but a true freedom.”

In this void, he felt an unprecedented tranquility. Here there was no entanglement of karma, no shackles of fate, even time and space had lost their meaning. He seemed to stand at the end of the world, and yet also at its beginning.

He slowly closed his eyes, sensing the depths of this void. He could feel subtle changes occurring in the long river of destiny. Those trajectories that were once tightly bound by destiny were now quietly shifting. Some people had already stepped off the path of destiny and embarked on unknown roads.

“Freedom…” he whispered, “It is not without cost. It requires solitude, the endurance of unknown fear, and facing a future where everything is uncertain.”

But in his eyes, there was no hesitation, only resolve.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as an abyss. He could feel that the third path of destiny had begun to spread, like a ray of light unknown to heaven and earth, quietly tearing apart the established order.

And in the ancient hall at the node of destiny, Lin Yi and Lu Chen still floated on the line of destiny, gazing at the void beyond destiny’s end.

“He has truly embarked on that path,” Lu Chen said slowly, his voice tinged with reverence.

Lin Yi nodded gently: “Yes, he is no longer part of destiny, but a traveler beyond destiny.”

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “Then, how will destiny respond?”

Lin Yi smiled faintly: “Destiny… can no longer respond.”

They watched the void beyond destiny’s end; that figure had completely vanished from destiny’s sight. And the third path of destiny slowly unfolded in that void, like a road to the unknown, awaiting the arrival of the next traveler.

“Perhaps, the journey of destiny should always be like this,” Lin Yi whispered.

Lu Chen nodded gently, his gaze profound: “Yes.”

They quietly gazed at the void, as if waiting for something.

And at the other end of destiny, in that ancient sect, the young cultivator still stood on the mountaintop, looking up at the sky.

In his eyes, a resolute light flickered.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured softly, “I, too, must embark on it.”

He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try and perceive the existence of that path. He vaguely sensed a strange fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him towards some unknown direction.

He opened his eyes, his gaze as firm as iron, “And I, too, will embark on my own path.”

He took a step, as if stepping into an unknown land beyond destiny.