Nobody cared what scandalous secrets a bachelor dragon like Long Lie might be hiding at home. Lu Xingzhou guessed it was most likely love letters; dolls weren’t popular in this era, were they? Perhaps he would need to find a sect like the Kuilei Sect to see if they had that kind of craftsmanship, as it wouldn’t be found in ordinary places.

At any rate, gossiping about others was something Guamei enjoyed immensely.

He continued his journey, passing through layers of void, as if stepping into a rift in fate. The souls once bound by destiny now floated in the void, their consciousness not yet fully awakened, yet already detached from the trajectory of fate.

He could feel their confusion and fear, and also their inner longing. They yearned for freedom, but did not know its cost; they longed for a path beyond fate, but did not know how to proceed.

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

“You have broken free from the shackles of fate, but this does not mean you have achieved true freedom,” his voice echoed in the void. “True freedom is the right to choose, the courage to face the unknown, and the steadfastness to endure solitude.”

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

“Freedom…” he murmured, “it does not come without a price. It requires solitude, the endurance of unknown fears, and the courage to face a future where everything is uncertain.”

He continued forward, and more and more souls gathered behind him, beginning to form a path, a path leading to the unknown. This path had no predetermined rules, no fixed destination, only the freedom of continuous progression.

He slowly closed his eyes, attempting to sense the existence of that path. He vaguely perceived a strange fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him toward some unknown direction.

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

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

The faint light in his palm continued to flicker; it was the spark beyond fate, the symbol of freedom. It seemed to possess a certain consciousness, continuously guiding him forward. He did not resist, nor did he hesitate, but simply followed this wisp of light, continually moving through the void beyond fate.

Gradually, he noticed a peculiar change. The faint light was no longer just pure light, but a projection of will, as if an imprint left by some entity. It was guiding him toward an unknown depth.

“Who are you?” he asked softly.

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

He continued his journey, passing through layers of void, as if stepping into a rift in fate. The souls once bound by destiny now floated in the void, their consciousness not yet fully awakened, yet already detached from the trajectory of fate.

He could feel their confusion and fear, and also their inner longing. They yearned for freedom, but did not know its cost; they longed for a path beyond fate, but did not know how to proceed.

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

“You have broken free from the shackles of fate, but this does not mean you have achieved true freedom,” his voice echoed in the void. “True freedom is the right to choose, the courage to face the unknown, and the steadfastness to endure solitude.”

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

“Freedom…” he murmured, “it does not come without a price. It requires solitude, the endurance of unknown fears, and the courage to face a future where everything is uncertain.”

He continued forward, and more and more souls gathered behind him, beginning to form a path, a path leading to the unknown. This path had no predetermined rules, no fixed destination, only the freedom of continuous progression.

He slowly closed his eyes, attempting to sense the existence of that path. He vaguely perceived a strange fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him toward some unknown direction.

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

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

The faint light in his palm continued to flicker; it was the spark beyond fate, the symbol of freedom. It seemed to possess a certain consciousness, continuously guiding him forward. He did not resist, nor did he hesitate, but simply followed this wisp of light, continually moving through the void beyond fate.

Gradually, he noticed a peculiar change. The faint light was no longer just pure light, but a projection of will, as if an imprint left by some entity. It was guiding him toward an unknown depth.

“Who are you?” he asked softly.

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

He continued his journey, passing through layers of void, as if stepping into a rift in fate. The souls once bound by destiny now floated in the void, their consciousness not yet fully awakened, yet already detached from the trajectory of fate.

He could feel their confusion and fear, and also their inner longing. They yearned for freedom, but did not know its cost; they longed for a path beyond fate, but did not know how to proceed.

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

“You have broken free from the shackles of fate, but this does not mean you have achieved true freedom,” his voice echoed in the void. “True freedom is the right to choose, the courage to face the unknown, and the steadfastness to endure solitude.”

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

“Freedom…” he murmured, “it does not come without a price. It requires solitude, the endurance of unknown fears, and the courage to face a future where everything is uncertain.”

He continued forward, and more and more souls gathered behind him, beginning to form a path, a path leading to the unknown. This path had no predetermined rules, no fixed destination, only the freedom of continuous progression.

He slowly closed his eyes, attempting to sense the existence of that path. He vaguely perceived a strange fluctuation, as if calling to him, guiding him toward some unknown direction.