Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

The bookshelves there were empty, with only a stone base on which an item covered in white silk rested. Qian Renxue had never noticed this place before, but today, she was drawn to it by some inexplicable feeling.

She lifted the silk, revealing an antique bronze mirror.

The mirror was small, about a foot in diameter, its surface dark and dull, seemingly covered in the dust of time. The frame was carved with intricate patterns—patterns neither common in the divine realm nor from any civilization Qian Renxue had ever seen. These patterns seemed alive, flowing slowly and shifting in shape in the light.

Qian Renxue reached out and touched the mirror.

The moment her fingertips touched the mirror, it suddenly lit up. The dark surface became clear as water, but instead of reflecting Qian Renxue's current image, it displayed a series of rapidly flashing images—

She saw her younger self undergoing the trials of the Angel God in the hall of the Spirit Hall, her golden hair soaked with sweat, yet an inextinguishable flame burning in her eyes.

She saw herself disguised as Xue Qinghe, maneuvering and navigating the court of the Heavenly Dou Empire, every smile meticulously calculated, every decision concerning the future of the empire.

She saw the moment she inherited the angelic throne, golden light piercing through heaven and earth, six wings unfolding behind her, sacred and solitary.

She witnessed the final battle with Tang San, saw her divine position shatter, and saw herself fall from the sky. Then, over the long years, she gradually rebuilt her divine status and regained her power.

She saw her first encounter with Tang Wulin, saw the pure light in that child's eyes, and saw herself unknowingly transform from a cold guardian into a true mentor and friend.

The images sped up, eventually merging into a flowing golden light. Within that light, a voice resonated in Qian Renxue's heart—not in any language, but a direct and understood message:

Time flows like water, passing by in an instant. Yet, gold can be found within the water, settling into substance. Existence is not a fleeting moment of light, but the gold refined over time. Your path is not to seek externally, but to look inward. Seek your gold, forge your substance, and become an indestructible existence.

The mirror surface returned to its dullness, and the flowing patterns came to a standstill.

Qian Renxue stood before the mirror, motionless for a long time. The revelation in the mirror pointed directly to the path she had just grasped—condensation and sedimentation. But what did the voice mean by "gold precipitated by time"? Was it memory? Was it experience? Or something deeper?

She stared at the mirror and suddenly thought of a question: Why does this mirror react to her way of being?

Qian Renxue carefully observed the patterns on the mirror frame. The patterns were currently still, but she could recognize some of them—symbols related to time, the "time-sequence emblems" occasionally mentioned in ancient divine texts. This mirror was very likely related to the nature of time.

She seemed to be deep in thought, "Time has settling things in."

Existence and time are inherently inseparable concepts. Mortal existence flows through time, while divine existence continues. For the Eye of Annihilation to erase an existence, it must not only erase its present state but also all traces of it on the timeline—that is true nothingness. If her existence is "gold refined by time," then to resist annihilation, she must be solid not only in this moment but also at every point in time. Her past, present, and future must become an inseparable whole, a "reality" that cannot be erased from the timeline.

This realization accelerated the changes deep within Qian Renxue's soul. She felt that her memories were no longer just images in her mind, but had become "real." Those important moments—her mother's embrace, her grandfather's teachings, the realization when inheriting the divine position, the moment she fought alongside Tang Wulin—all seemed to transform into golden particles, settling deep within her soul and building a solid foundation.

“I understand,” Qian Renxue said softly. “My existence is the result of the accumulation of time. Every experience, every choice, every act of perseverance has added to the ‘weight’ of this existence. When the weight is great enough, it is difficult to erase; when there is enough sediment, it is difficult to dissolve.”

But how can this understanding be transformed into a real force against annihilation?

Qian Renxue left the library, but instead of returning to Jingxin Garden, she headed to another part of the divine realm—the Time Corridor.

It was a place rarely visited by gods, for it was filled with the turbulent currents of time, and one could easily get lost in them if one was not careful. But Qian Renxue had a gut feeling that she had to go there.

The Time Corridor, located on the edge of the divine realm, is a series of ring-shaped structures suspended in the void, connected by bridges of light. The rules of spacetime here differ from those outside; the flow of time fluctuates wildly, and sometimes even echoes of time appear—remnants of past events are repeated here.

The moment Qian Renxue stepped into the first corridor, she felt the power of time. She saw her shadow from hundreds of years ago walk past her—herself when she had just reconstructed her divinity, her eyes filled with lingering confusion and pain. That shadow didn't see her now, and walked straight across the bridge of light, disappearing into the next corridor.

Qian Renxue seemed lost in thought as she remarked on "Echoes of Time."

She continued deeper, passing through corridor after corridor. Each corridor reflected a fragment of her life: her childhood training at the Spirit Hall, her maneuvering among court officials while disguised as Xue Qinghe, the arduous moments of the Angel God Trial, her battle with Tang San, the long recovery process after her godhood was shattered, and the countless times she taught Tang Wulin.
These echoes were not arranged in chronological order, but rather intertwined and mixed together, like a disrupted timeline. Qian Renxue walked through them, watching countless "selves" enacting their own stories around her, a feeling that was both strange and awe-inspiring.

“If I could piece these fragments together,” she suddenly thought, “if I could unite all the existences of ‘me’ across the timeline into a single entity, how powerful would that ‘reality’ be?”

This thought made her stop in her tracks. She stood in the middle of a corridor, surrounded by dozens of versions of herself from different periods—childhood, youth, godhood, the shattered divine self, and rebirth—living, fighting, thinking, and feeling in their respective slices of time.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, no longer using her eyes to see, but using her soul to feel.

She felt the power of time flowing here, like an invisible river carrying countless possibilities. Each "she" was a wave in this river, fleeting yet truly existing. If existence is a continuum in time, then to become an indestructible existence, one must traverse the entire timeline, becoming the river itself, not merely a wave within it.

“But I am not the god of time,” Qian Renxue opened her eyes. “I cannot control time. I can only be an anchor point in time.” (End of Chapter)