Upon arriving at the palace, Long Qinghuang did not dare to speak to Lu Xingzhou. She avoided him and went alone to question the women. Lu Xingzhou did not mind, returning leisurely to Niluan Gong for a nap. It was unrealistic to expect Long Qinghuang to directly turn against Shengyun; even with her pride, she had to consider many political issues, and…

In that chaotic void, the figure finally stopped. He stood outside of destiny, looking back at the path he had traveled, his eyes showing no confusion, only tranquility. “The third path of destiny…” he murmured softly, “it is no longer a theoretical possibility, but a true existence.” He slowly extended his hand, and in his palm, a wisp of light still pulsed, as if responding to his will. “This is a path of freedom, and also a lonely path,” he whispered, “but only freedom is worth exchanging for loneliness.” He closed his eyes, sensing every subtle change in this chaotic place. He could feel that the long river of destiny was subtly shifting; some people’s destinies had quietly deviated from their original trajectories. “The third path of destiny…” he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as an abyss, “it no longer belongs to destiny, nor is it bound by cause and effect. It is a brand new path, a path leading to the unknown.” He slowly took a step, continuing forward.

Meanwhile, in the ancient hall at the nexus of destiny, Lin Yi and Lu Chen’s figures still floated on the lines of fate. They gazed at the void beyond the end of destiny, as if they could still see the lingering afterimage of that figure. “He… has completely escaped the control of destiny,” Lu Chen whispered. Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “Then, what about us?” Lin Yi smiled slightly, “We have completed our mission. The other path of destiny has ended, and the third path of destiny no longer requires our guidance.” Lu Chen nodded gently, his gaze far-reaching.

Lin Yi gently closed his eyes, as if sensing something. “Yes,” he slowly began, and then closed his eyes, starting to try and perceive the existence of that path. He vaguely sensed a peculiar fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him towards an unknown direction. The third path of destiny was not a specific route, nor a cultivation method that could be easily entered. It was a will, a belief that transcended destiny and causality. That figure was the embodiment of this belief. He walked outside of destiny; every step seemed to reshape rules, every breath seemed to rewrite the order of heaven and earth. He had no name, no past; he simply existed, existing outside of destiny, walking in the unknown.

He traversed the shattered void, stepped across endless star seas, crossed the cracks of time, and finally arrived at a realm never touched by destiny. That was a chaotic place, without light or darkness, only endless emptiness and nothingness. Here, even time lost its meaning, and space lost its direction. He stood at the center of that void, sensing this realm never ventured into 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. The long river of destiny appeared to crack for the first time; the originally orderly lines of destiny began to show imperceptible deviations. Some people quietly deviated 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 a part of destiny, but another choice outside of destiny. In this void, the figure slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of light condensed in his palm. That light belonged to no known law, nor to any predetermined 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.

Concurrently, in the ancient hall at the nexus of destiny, Lin Yi and Lu Chen’s wills still floated in the lines of fate. They sensed the spreading ripple, and also perceived another change in destiny. “He… has truly embarked on that path,” Lu Chen said slowly, his voice tinged with awe. Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, “Then, how will destiny respond?” Lin Yi smiled faintly, “Destiny… can no longer respond.” They gazed at the void beyond the end of destiny; that figure had completely vanished from destiny’s sight. And the third path of destiny slowly unfolded in that void, like a road leading 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.” He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try and perceive the existence of that path. He vaguely sensed a peculiar fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him towards an unknown direction. The third path of destiny was no longer controlled by destiny. It was a brand new path, a path leading to the unknown, a path leading to freedom. That figure had already walked on this path. And in the future, more travelers would embark on this path, to pursue their own destinies.

The third path of destiny had already extended into the void, like a wisp of light unknown to heaven and earth, quietly tearing through the established order. That figure continued to walk, his steps silent yet possessing an ineffable majesty. His existence seemed to challenge the very foundation of the world; each step was like reshaping rules, each breath like rewriting the trajectory of destiny. He arrived at a realm never touched by destiny—a chaotic place, without time or space, where even “existence” itself became blurred. Here was the untouched end of destiny, the abyss beyond the reach of cause and effect. “Destiny…” he whispered softly, his voice echoing in the void, like a question to heaven and earth, and also a self-affirmation.

Destiny did not respond, but its long river had already begun to crack. The originally orderly lines of destiny began to show imperceptible deviations. Some people quietly deviated 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 part of destiny, but a true freedom. In this void, the figure slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of light condensed in his palm. That light belonged to no known law, nor to any predetermined 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.

Concurrently, in the ancient hall at the nexus of destiny, Lin Yi and Lu Chen’s wills still floated in the lines of fate. They sensed the spreading ripple, and also perceived another change in destiny. “He… has truly embarked on that path,” Lu Chen said slowly, his voice tinged with awe. Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, “Then, how will destiny respond?” Lin Yi smiled faintly, “Destiny… can no longer respond.” They gazed at the void beyond the end of destiny; that figure had completely vanished from destiny’s sight. And the third path of destiny slowly unfolded in that void, like a road leading 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.” He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try and perceive the existence of that path. He vaguely sensed a peculiar fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him towards an unknown direction.