Qian Renxue walked past them, her golden hair swaying gently. A faint smile curved her lips.
"Perfect…"
After all—
The ritual for Sequence 3: Dream Weaver required one thing above all else:
'One hundred thousand beings experiencing the same dream.'
And Heaven Dou City alone was not enough. Her planning had never been confined to this city.
Far away—In the depths of the ocean—Countless sea soul beasts lay in deep slumber.
Gigantic leviathans, abyssal whales, and nameless horrors that had ruled the seas for thousands of years—each of them drifting within the same vast dreamscape.
That— Was the true reason Qian Renxue had once embarked on a long voyage.
Finding the route to the Sun and Moon Continent had only been secondary.
Her real objective—had always been to bind the dreaming consciousness of innumerable ocean soul beasts.
As Qian Renxue continued walking, purple eyes calm and unfathomable, the world unknowingly stepped deeper into a shared dream—
Feeling the massive tide of faith circulating around her, Qian Renxue slowed her breathing and gently closed her eyes.
She inhaled deeply.
"Now… to forge the God-Given Soul Ring."
The method had been extracted directly from the divine consciousness of the Sea God, Poseidon, after his divine consciousness had fallen into her hands.
Behind her—Outside the sixth divine soul ring hovering above the twelve-winged Angel Martial Soul—
A new ring began to take form.
At first, it was only a faint outline, translucent and fragile, barely clinging to existence.
Then— Its color began to cycle. White-Yellow –Purple- Black- Red.
Then Golden lines then appeared across its surface. One.. Two....Five..... Ten.
The markings stabilized—and finally—The ring turned completely golden.
At the same time, a transparent ribbon-like river emerged from nothingness, flowing around Qian Renxue's body in slow.
It resembled something closer to time, memory, and consciousness.
Murmurs followed barely audible from deep inside her Spirit Sea, along with them whispers overlapped.
Any ordinary soul master—even a Titled Douluo—would have collapsed instantly.
Yet—Qian Renxue's face remained blank.
Suddenly, her purple eyes lost focus, reflecting nothing.
The whispers reached her—and found nothing to cling to. Her consciousness had already stepped beyond.
Inside her Spirit Sea, The being controlling Electrolux made a move, his eyes suddenly flared gold.
He tried to peer into what she was experiencing.The moment he did— A terrifying backlash surged.
Golden tears spilled from his eyes as he recoiled, his soul trembling.
"…This level of authority…"
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Qian Renxue found herself floating in water and felt that she was just… drifting along with it..
Then—
Time ceased to have meaning and heer vision expanded.
She saw a planet being born in the vast universe, molten and chaotic, slowly cooling.
Seas formed and atmospheres stabilized. Life emerged—fragile at first, then thriving.
Her perspective pulled back further.
She beheld a divine realm, governing a cluster of planets amid countless galaxies.
At its center— A colossal dragon roared in madness. Its body was vast beyond comprehension, scales shimmering with every law imaginable.
The Dragon God.
Then—
Five figures appeared, which were the Five God Kings. Their combined authority descended in a single, terrifying strike—
One that split the Dragon God in two.
The Golden Dragon King, born of destructive instinct. The Silver Dragon King, embodying balance and reason.
She watched as the Silver Dragon King tore open spacetime and fled, hiding itself within the Douluo Continent.
She watched as the Golden Dragon King was captured, sealed by the God Realm Committee—its madness deemed too dangerous to exist freely.
The vision shifted again.
Her gaze fell upon Douluo Continent.She saw the first human to absorb a soul ring.
She witnessed the rise of Douluo Hall, where humanity's strongest gathered—not for glory, but for survival.
From that crucible—The Angel Goddess rose.
The protector of humanity in the ancient era.
She watched as Poseidon ascended to godhood—through a thousand years of conquest and faith harvesting of ocean.
Then—
The Angel Goddess, cornered, by Asura and Poseidon.
A goddess fell.
Time surged forward and empires rose and fell. Until the continent's pattern became familiar.
Two great empires— Heaven Dou and Star Luo.
Three great clans—Clear Sky Clan, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Finally—Her gaze settled on Spirit City.
On a high balcony—
A five-year-old girl stood silently- Golden hair, Purple eyes.
She stared up at the sky, her expression calm far beyond her age.
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Qian Renxue's eyes snapped open.
She coughed violently, water spilling from her lips as her body instinctively lurched forward. The suffocating pressure vanished in an instant, and she leapt out of the water, flying in the void above.
Her breathing was heavy.
When she raised her head—She saw her.
The golden-haired girl with purple eyes once more.
This time, the girl stood at the edge of a mind island, the island was small, solitary, and utterly still.
It floated in the middle of a vast river. The realization struck her instantly.
This girl was not an illusion. She was the key. The anchor she needed to reach that island.
Thousands of thoughts flooded Qian Renxue's mind—fragmented memories, overlapping timelines, identities layered atop one another.
At last, everything aligned. Qian Renxue exhaled slowly and spoke, her voice calm, steady, and absolute.
"I am Qian Renxue."
The moment the words left her lips—The river responded.
This river where water was not water at all, but gateways to memory.
Every ripple carried fragments of lives and current flowed with forgotten pasts.
This river, drifting through an endless void, had only one true name.
The River of Memories.
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(AN: Do you think Qian Renxue realized some of her own secrets, when she saw her younger self?)