As Lu Xingzhou spoke, Puduan, who was fighting below, cried out in alarm, “Oh no! Manyan Yulong, this Dragon Emperor is fake!”

With a “bang,” the “Long Qinghuang” who had entered the fray alone and was trapped in the formation, fighting him, dissipated like smoke, leaving only an afterimage.

Another Long Qinghuang slowly descended from the clouds, her jade…

He continued forward, passing through layers of nothingness, as if stepping into a crack in destiny. Those souls once bound by fate now floated in the void, their consciousness not yet fully awakened, but already detached from the trajectory of destiny.

He could feel their bewilderment and fear, and also their inner longing. They yearned for freedom, yet did not know the price of freedom; they yearned for a path beyond destiny, yet did not know how to proceed.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured to himself, “It is not a path of no return, but a path that truly belongs to oneself.”

He slowly extended his hand, and the faint light in his palm transformed into a thin thread, coiling around the floating souls. His consciousness connected with them, slowly transmitting his understanding of freedom and his insights into destiny to them.

“You have broken free from the shackles of destiny, but this does not mean you have attained true freedom.” His voice echoed in the void, “True freedom is the right to choose, the courage to face the unknown, and the unwavering resolve to endure loneliness.”

The souls began to awaken, their consciousness gradually clarifying, and they began to understand their predicament. Some remained confused, but more began to follow him, moving in the direction guided by the faint light.

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

He continued forward, with more and more souls behind him, forming a path, a path to the unknown. This path had no predetermined rules, no predetermined end, only the freedom of continuous progression.

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

“He is no longer a part of destiny,” Lu Chen said slowly, “but he has carved out a new path beyond destiny.”

Lin Yi smiled slightly, “The third path of destiny has never been a path of no return. It needs someone to walk it, someone to lead it.”

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, “So, where will this path lead?”

Lin Yi’s gaze was far-reaching, “No one knows. But it is this very unknown that makes it a true path to freedom.”

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

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

In his eyes, a resolute light shimmered.

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

He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try to sense the existence of that path. He vaguely felt 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 place beyond destiny.

In the void beyond destiny, that figure continued to walk.

His steps were firm, his gaze profound. His existence was no longer a part of destiny, but a traveler beyond destiny. He walked in the unknown, each step seemingly tearing 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.

He slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of faint light condensed in his palm. That light belonged to no known law, nor to any predetermined destiny. It was free, unknown, 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.

The third path of destiny is not a path of no return.

It has no way back, no room for retreat.

Once embarked upon, it means abandoning all established trajectories, all known laws, all meaning bestowed by destiny.

That is true freedom, and also true loneliness.

However, it is this loneliness that makes it a true path.

That figure continued to walk in the chaotic void beyond destiny, as if he had become one with this nothingness. He had no direction, no end, only walking, walking in realms untouched by destiny, walking at the boundary of freedom.

The faint light in his palm gently pulsated; it was the spark beyond destiny, the symbol of freedom. He gazed at it, as if gazing at some inexpressible truth.

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

He slowly closed his eyes, sensing the depths of this nothingness. He could feel that the long river of destiny was undergoing subtle changes. Those trajectories that were once tightly bound by destiny were now quietly shifting. Some people had already stepped out of destiny’s trajectory, embarking on unknown paths.

“Freedom…” he said softly, “It is not without cost. It requires loneliness, the endurance of unknown fears, and the facing of a future where everything is uncertain.”

But in his eyes, there was no hesitation, only unwavering 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 nexus 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 awe.

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

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

Lin Yi smiled slightly, “Destiny… can no longer respond.”

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

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

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

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

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

In his eyes, a resolute light shimmered.

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

He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try to sense the existence of that path. He vaguely felt 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 place beyond destiny.

In the void beyond destiny, that figure continued to walk.

His steps were steady, his gaze firm, as if he had become one with this nothingness. His existence was no longer bound by destiny, nor limited by the rules of heaven and earth. He walked in the unknown, each step seemingly rewriting the trajectory of destiny, each breath like tearing apart the established order.

The faint light in his palm still pulsated; it was the spark beyond destiny, the symbol of freedom. It seemed to possess some consciousness, constantly guiding him forward. He did not resist, nor did he hesitate, simply following this wisp of light, moving ever forward in the void beyond destiny.

Gradually, he noticed a strange change. That faint light was no longer just pure light, but a projection of will, as if an imprint left by some being. It was guiding him towards an unknown depth.

“Who are you?” he asked in a low voice.

The faint light did not respond, only flickered slightly, as if waiting for him to find the answer himself.

He continued forward, passing through layers of nothingness, as if stepping into a crack in destiny. Those souls once bound by fate now floated in the void, their consciousness not yet fully awakened, but already detached from the trajectory of destiny.

He could feel their bewilderment and fear, and also their inner longing. They yearned for freedom, yet did not know the price of freedom; they yearned for a path beyond destiny, yet did not know how to proceed.

“The third path of destiny…” he murmured to himself, “It is not a path of no return, but a path that truly belongs to oneself.”

He slowly extended his hand, and the faint light in his palm transformed into a thin thread, coiling around the floating souls. His consciousness connected with them, slowly transmitting his understanding of freedom and his insights into destiny to them.

“You have broken free from the shackles of destiny, but this does not mean you have attained true freedom.” His voice echoed in the void, “True freedom is the right to choose, the courage to face the unknown, and the unwavering resolve to endure loneliness.”

The souls began to awaken, their consciousness gradually clarifying, and they began to understand their predicament. Some remained confused, but more began to follow him, moving in the direction guided by the faint light.

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

He continued forward, with more and more souls behind him, forming a path, a path to the unknown. This path had no predetermined rules, no predetermined end, only the freedom of continuous progression.

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

“He is no longer a part of destiny,” Lu Chen said slowly, “but he has carved out a new path beyond destiny.”

Lin Yi smiled slightly, “The third path of destiny has never been a path of no return. It needs someone to walk it, someone to lead it.”

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, “So, where will this path lead?”

Lin Yi’s gaze was far-reaching, “No one knows. But it is this very unknown that makes it a true path to freedom.”

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

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

In his eyes, a resolute light shimmered.

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

He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to try to sense the existence of that path. He vaguely felt 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 place beyond destiny.