Lu Xingzhou temporarily put aside further considerations and urgently fed A Nannuo a pill. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine, Shifu. It’s not like last time.” A Nannuo took a few breaths, looking at the skeleton with lingering fear.

This was merely a passive reaction from the skeleton, yet it made him vomit blood. If he were to encounter another actively triggered incident…

Beyond the realm of destiny, the world remained in a state of primal chaos.

He walked through the void, his steps light yet incredibly resolute. With each step, the emptiness beneath him subtly trembled, as if responding to his presence. The aura of chaos swirled around him, at times solidifying, at others dissipating, as if testing his will. He knew that this world had not yet been defined; it awaited someone to shape it. And he was the one willing to bear that responsibility.

“True freedom…” he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the chaos, as if awakening a dormant will.

Suddenly, a violent tremor shook the heavens and earth, and a dark rift appeared in the depths of the chaos. Through the rift, countless fragmented light and shadow flickered, seemingly remnants from beyond destiny, or forgotten pasts. His gaze sharpened as he perceived a strange power within the rift—it was neither pure chaos nor residual order, but an existence between the two, an unnamed will.

“You have come,” a voice slowly emerged from the rift, deep and ethereal, as if from boundless nothingness.

He did not respond but slowly advanced toward the rift. As he drew closer, the rift gradually expanded, as if making way for him. He stepped into it, and the world before him instantly transformed.

This was a fragmented space, surrounded by countless broken runes and fractured fragments of laws. Each fragment contained a rule that once existed, but was now incomplete, like echoes forgotten beyond destiny.

“Why have you come?” the voice asked again, this time with a hint of scrutiny.

He looked up to see a figure slowly coalescing in the void ahead. The figure was indistinct, as if pieced together from countless fragments, at times appearing human, at times bestial, and at others dissolving into nothingness. It had no fixed form, seemingly the embodiment of this space itself.

“I have come to reshape this world,” he said calmly, yet with an undeniable firmness.

The figure was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, “Reshape? Do you know that this world was shaped by countless wills, yet ultimately fell into fragmentation? What ability do you possess?”

He smiled faintly, his gaze profound. “I have no intention of repeating past mistakes. What I seek is neither absolute order nor absolute chaos, but a new balance—order born from chaos, and chaos preserved within order.”

The figure trembled slightly, as if touched by these words. It remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded. “If you can truly achieve this, perhaps this world will have hope.”

Before the words fully faded, the figure slowly dissolved into countless fragments, merging into the surrounding void. In an instant, the entire space vibrated violently, and countless fragments of laws began to spin and merge, as if responding to his will.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into this fragmented space. In that moment, he felt as if he had merged with this world, able to sense the pulse of every law fragment, and hear the lingering echoes of their whispers.

“Let me bestow new meaning upon you,” he whispered.

As his thoughts spread, the broken fragments of laws began to slowly converge and interweave, forming an entirely new configuration. Order and chaos no longer repelled each other, but merged, creating an unprecedented balance. Mountains were no longer static but constantly shifted with the pulse of heaven and earth; rivers were no longer singular but continuously reshaped by the flow of spiritual energy; stars were no longer still but constantly transformed by 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 destiny would change because of his will. He slowly extended his hand, and the faint light in his palm transformed 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 coalesced began to collapse, returning to chaotic energy, and then slowly re-coalesced, forming new shapes.

“This world needs new rules,” he whispered.

Meanwhile, 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 is attempting to reshape chaos,” Lu Chen murmured.

Lin Yi nodded slightly. “The world beyond destiny is inherently a place of primordial chaos. For him to establish order there means he must endure the backlash of chaos.”

“Can he succeed?” Lu Chen asked.

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

Lu Chen looked at the void, a subtle stir appearing in his heart. He vaguely sensed that the fluctuations beyond destiny seemed to be gradually spreading, affecting the entire world.

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

Lin Yi did not respond, merely gazing quietly into the distance, as if awaiting some change.

At the other end of destiny, the young cultivator still stood on the mountaintop, looking up at the sky. His eyes gleamed with resolute light.

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

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

“The journey of destiny never truly ends,” 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 the unknown realm beyond destiny.

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

Beyond the realm of destiny, the world remained in a state of primal chaos.

He walked through the void, his steps light yet incredibly resolute. With each step, the emptiness beneath him subtly trembled, as if responding to his presence. The aura of chaos swirled around him, at times solidifying, at others dissipating, as if testing his will. He knew that this world had not yet been defined; it awaited someone to shape it. And he was the one willing to bear that responsibility.

“True freedom…” he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the chaos, as if awakening a dormant will.

Suddenly, a violent tremor shook the heavens and earth, and a dark rift appeared in the depths of the chaos. Through the rift, countless fragmented light and shadow flickered, seemingly remnants from beyond destiny, or forgotten pasts. His gaze sharpened as he perceived a strange power within the rift—it was neither pure chaos nor residual order, but an existence between the two, an unnamed will.

“You have come,” a voice slowly emerged from the rift, deep and ethereal, as if from boundless nothingness.

He did not respond but slowly advanced toward the rift. As he drew closer, the rift gradually expanded, as if making way for him. He stepped into it, and the world before him instantly transformed.

This was a fragmented space, surrounded by countless broken runes and fractured fragments of laws. Each fragment contained a rule that once existed, but was now incomplete, like echoes forgotten beyond destiny.

“Why have you come?” the voice asked again, this time with a hint of scrutiny.

He looked up to see a figure slowly coalescing in the void ahead. The figure was indistinct, as if pieced together from countless fragments, at times appearing human, at times bestial, and at others dissolving into nothingness. It had no fixed form, seemingly the embodiment of this space itself.

“I have come to reshape this world,” he said calmly, yet with an undeniable firmness.

The figure was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, “Reshape? Do you know that this world was shaped by countless wills, yet ultimately fell into fragmentation? What ability do you possess?”

He smiled faintly, his gaze profound. “I have no intention of repeating past mistakes. What I seek is neither absolute order nor absolute chaos, but a new balance—order born from chaos, and chaos preserved within order.”

The figure trembled slightly, as if touched by these words. It remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded. “If you can truly achieve this, perhaps this world will have hope.”

Before the words fully faded, the figure slowly dissolved into countless fragments, merging into the surrounding void. In an instant, the entire space vibrated violently, and countless fragments of laws began to spin and merge, as if responding to his will.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into this fragmented space. In that moment, he felt as if he had merged with this world, able to sense the pulse of every law fragment, and hear the lingering echoes of their whispers.

“Let me bestow new meaning upon you,” he whispered.

As his thoughts spread, the broken fragments of laws began to slowly converge and interweave, forming an entirely new configuration. Order and chaos no longer repelled each other, but merged, creating an unprecedented balance. Mountains were no longer static but constantly shifted with the pulse of heaven and earth; rivers were no longer singular but continuously reshaped by the flow of spiritual energy; stars were no longer still but constantly transformed by 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 destiny would change because of his will. He slowly extended his hand, and the faint light in his palm transformed 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 coalesced began to collapse, returning to chaotic energy, and then slowly re-coalesced, forming new shapes.

“This world needs new rules,” he whispered.

Meanwhile, 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 is attempting to reshape chaos,” Lu Chen murmured.

Lin Yi nodded slightly. “The world beyond destiny is inherently a place of primordial chaos. For him to establish order there means he must endure the backlash of chaos.”

“Can he succeed?” Lu Chen asked.

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

Lu Chen looked at the void, a subtle stir appearing in his heart. He vaguely sensed that the fluctuations beyond destiny seemed to be gradually spreading, affecting the entire world.

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

Lin Yi did not respond, merely gazing quietly into the distance, as if awaiting some change.

At the other end of destiny, the young cultivator still stood on the mountaintop, looking up at the sky. His eyes gleamed with resolute light.

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

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

“The journey of destiny never truly ends,” 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 the unknown realm beyond destiny.

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