Shèng Yuányáo sat indignantly in the Hónglú Temple, facing over a dozen cut melons.

Having been caught after trying to escape, General Shèng, feeling both disgraced and effectively under house arrest, was deeply sorrowful. She ordered the Hónglú Temple officials to get her some melons to eat, threatening to go on a hunger strike otherwise.

And then, Xiāo Liáng, the Minister of Hónglú Temple, actually gave her several cartloads of watermelons.

Beyond the realm of fate, the world remained in primordial chaos.

He stood between heaven and earth, sensing the pulse of this world. Each establishment of order triggered a backlash from chaos, but he did not retreat. Instead, he continuously tried and adjusted. He knew that true freedom was not absolute disorder, but finding one’s own balance within chaos.

He slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into this heaven and earth. In an instant, he seemed to merge with this world, able to feel the throb of every inch of land, the flow of every wisp of wind.

“This world needs new laws,” he whispered.

He began to use himself as a medium, merging order and chaos to create a new balance. In an instant, heaven and earth shook again. Chaos and order intertwined, forming an unprecedented shape. Mountains were no longer fixed but constantly changed with the pulse of heaven and earth; rivers were no longer singular but constantly reshaped with the flow of spiritual energy; stars were no longer still but continuously transformed with the will of the world.

“This is… the new order,” he opened his eyes, a glimmer of enlightenment in his gaze.

He knew he had taken a crucial step. And this world beyond fate would change because of his will. He slowly stretched out his hand, the faint light in his palm transforming into a streak of light that fell into the earth. In an instant, the earth slowly began to awaken, faint vitality emerged between the mountains, clear water flowed in the rivers, and a faint starlight appeared in the sky.

“The first step has been taken,” he said softly.

And at the other end, beyond fate, the third path of destiny had just begun to extend. Countless floating fragments slowly began to rotate, intertwining to form a road to the unknown. That road had no fixed destination, no fixed direction, only the freedom of constant forward movement.

He stepped forward, his figure gradually disappearing into the chaos beyond fate.

The journey of fate never truly ends. It merely awaits the next choice. And this time, the third path of fate had just begun.

Beyond the realm of fate, the world remained in primordial chaos.

He stood in the land of genesis, sensing the pulse of this world. Everything here was not yet bound by rules; every inch of land, every wisp of wind, every light and shadow, constantly shifted, as if awaiting the arrival of a certain will to shape them.

The faint light in his palm still pulsed, as if responding to his presence. He slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into this chaos, trying to establish a deeper connection with this nascent land. In an instant, a strange fluctuation spread from within him, merging with heaven and earth. Chaos slowly began to condense, the originally void space gradually revealed its contours, and earth, mountains, rivers, and sky all quietly took shape.

However, this world was not empty.

At the distant edge of the sky, a blurred figure slowly emerged. It was an indistinct presence, as if condensed from the will of this chaos, or perhaps a projection of some unknown force.

“Who… are you?” he asked.

The figure did not answer, merely gazing at him silently, its eyes deep and hollow, as if able to penetrate all appearances and directly see his soul.

He felt an inexplicable pressure, as if the very existence of the other party represented an irresistible law.

“Are you the will of this chaos?” he asked again.

The figure finally moved, slowly raising a hand and pointing at him, its voice low and hoarse: “You have stepped into a place you should not have.”

He frowned slightly: “The third path beyond fate is inherently an unwritten place. Why should I not come?”

The figure remained silent for a moment, then slowly said: “Beyond fate is an undefined world, the root of chaos. Your bringing order is destroying the balance of chaos.”

“Order?” He sneered, “Fate itself is the greatest shackles, and what I seek is true freedom.”

The figure’s gaze shifted slightly, as if the word “freedom” resonated with it in some way.

“Freedom…” it murmured softly, “Do you know the price of freedom?”

“I know,” his gaze was firm, “I am willing to bear everything.”

The figure was silent for a long time, finally nodding slowly: “If so, then you shall remain. But you must remember, once you step into this place, there is no turning back.”

As its voice faded, the figure slowly dissipated, turning into a faint light that merged with heaven and earth.

He stood still, sensing the pulse of this world. He knew that he had truly stepped into the realm beyond fate, and this chaos would become his new battlefield.

He slowly stretched out his hand, the faint light in his palm transforming into a streak of light that fell into the earth. In an instant, the entire heaven and earth began to vibrate violently. The mountains and rivers that had just condensed began to collapse, returning to chaotic energy, and then slowly re-condensed, forming new shapes.

“This world needs new rules,” he whispered.

He began to try to use his own will to establish order for this chaotic land. He guided the paths of mountains, shaped the trajectories of rivers, allowed spiritual energy to flow between heaven and earth, and caused stars to appear in the sky. However, every time he tried to establish order, chaos would try to resist, as if instinctively rejecting the shackles of all rules.

“Is this the price of freedom?” he murmured.

He did not stop but continued forward, constantly trying. He knew that true freedom was not absolute disorder, but finding one’s own balance within chaos.

Meanwhile, in the ancient hall at the node of fate, Lín Yì and Lù Chén still floated on the line of fate, gazing at the void beyond the end of fate.

“He is trying to shape a new order,” Lù Chén whispered.

Lín Yì nodded slightly: “The world beyond fate is inherently a place of primordial chaos. For him to establish order there means he must bear the backlash of chaos.”

“Can he succeed?” Lù Chén asked.

Lín Yì was silent for a moment, then slowly said: “No one knows. But precisely because of this, his choice is all the more precious.”

Lù Chén gazed at the void, a faint, inexplicable tremor rising in his heart. He vaguely sensed that the fluctuations beyond fate seemed to be gradually spreading, affecting the entire heaven and earth.

“The third path of fate…” he murmured, “Perhaps it is not just his choice, but a turning point for the entire world.”

Lín Yì did not respond, merely gazing quietly into the distance, as if awaiting some change to occur.

And at the other end of fate, the young cultivator still stood on the mountaintop, looking up at the sky. In his eyes, a firm light flickered.

“The third path of fate…” he murmured softly, “I, too, want to walk it.”

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

“The journey of fate never truly ends,” he opened his eyes, his gaze firm as iron, “And I, too, will embark on my own path.”

He took a step, as if stepping into the unknown realm beyond fate.

The journey of fate never truly ends. It merely awaits the next choice. And this time, the third path of fate had just begun.

Beyond the realm of fate, the world remained in primordial chaos.

He stood between heaven and earth, sensing the pulse of this world. Each establishment of order triggered a backlash from chaos, but he did not retreat. Instead, he continuously tried and adjusted. He knew that true freedom was not absolute disorder, but finding one’s own balance within chaos.

He slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into this heaven and earth. In an instant, he seemed to merge with this world, able to feel the throb of every inch of land, the flow of every wisp of wind.

“This world needs new laws,” he whispered.

He began to use himself as a medium, merging order and chaos to create a new balance. In an instant, heaven and earth shook again. Chaos and order intertwined, forming an unprecedented shape. Mountains were no longer fixed but constantly changed with the pulse of heaven and earth; rivers were no longer singular but constantly reshaped with the flow of spiritual energy; stars were no longer still but continuously transformed with the will of the world.

“This is… the new order,” he opened his eyes, a glimmer of enlightenment in his gaze.

He knew he had taken a crucial step. And this world beyond fate would change because of his will. He slowly stretched out his hand, the faint light in his palm transforming into a streak of light that fell into the earth. In an instant, the earth slowly began to awaken, faint vitality emerged between the mountains, clear water flowed in the rivers, and a faint starlight appeared in the sky.

“The first step has been taken,” he said softly.

And at the other end, beyond fate, the third path of destiny had just begun to extend. Countless floating fragments slowly began to rotate, intertwining to form a road to the unknown. That road had no fixed destination, no fixed direction, only the freedom of constant forward movement.

He stepped forward, his figure gradually disappearing into the chaos beyond fate.

The journey of fate never truly ends. It merely awaits the next choice. And this time, the third path of fate had just begun.