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

“The time has come,” the old man said, his figure beginning to become transparent. “You have completed the initial anchoring. Now, your existence permeates the past, becoming a continuous line in time. But to resist annihilation, this is not enough.”

"What else do you need?" Qian Renxue asked, her voice echoing in the space, carrying an unprecedented sense of calm and composure.

“You need a future,” the old man’s figure almost completely vanished, leaving only his voice echoing, “not a future determined by fate, but a future you actively choose. A future so solid, so certain, that it almost already exists. When you anchor yourself to that future, your existence will span the three dimensions of time—past, present, and future. Then, you will truly become an indelible anchor in time.”

The old man vanished completely, the Time Corridor began to tremble, and space began to collapse. Qian Renxue knew this was the natural decay of the ruins after fulfilling their mission. Without lingering, she turned and walked away.

With each step, she felt herself becoming heavier—not physically, but in a way that reflected her very being. It was the weight of time, the weight accumulated from countless anchored moments.

As she stepped out of the Time Corridor and returned to the normal divine realm, a golden pillar of light descended from the sky and enveloped her. It was not the power of the Angel God, but something older and more essential—time's recognition of her existence.

The beam of light lasted for about fifteen minutes before slowly dissipating. Qian Renxue stood there, her appearance seemingly unchanged, but anyone who saw her would sense something different—she was more "real," so real it was almost blinding. Like in a painting, she was the only one three-dimensional; like in a dream, she was the only one awake.

"Qian Renxue?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Qian Renxue turned around and saw Tang Wulin standing not far away, her eyes filled with surprise. He had clearly sensed the change in her.

"You...you've found your own path?" Tang Wulin approached, his presence growing stronger, but completely different from Qian Renxue's. If Tang Wulin's presence was like outward-radiating light, warm and inclusive, then Qian Renxue's presence was like inward-condensing metal, cold and solid.

“I’ve found it,” Qian Renxue nodded. “It’s not your path, it’s my path. You choose to spread, I choose to unite; you choose to connect, I choose to anchor; you choose to become the embodiment of ‘being,’ I choose to become the fulcrum of time.”

Tang Wulin carefully sensed Qian Renxue's changes, and a glimmer of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes: "I understand the anchor point of time. There is more than one way to fight against nothingness. Your path may be just as effective as mine, or even stronger in some aspects."

"Why do you say that?"

“Because of time,” Tang Wulin said seriously, “for nothingness to erase an existence, it must erase all traces of it in time. If you anchor yourself at every point in time, then to erase you, it would be necessary to erase you on the entire timeline at the same time—that is almost equivalent to erasing a piece of history. Such a price may really be unbearable for the Eye of Annihilation.”

Qian Renxue nodded slightly; this was indeed her goal. But she knew she hadn't succeeded yet. The old man's words still echoed in her ears: she needed a future, a future so solid it was almost an existing reality.

"The rift in Douluo Continent is widening," Tang Wulin suddenly said, his expression serious. "The God of Destruction told me that within ten years at most, it will erode the core of life. We must be prepared."

“I understand,” Qian Renxue gazed into the distance, towards the direction of Douluo Continent. Although she couldn’t see it, she could feel the call of that world. “Before the final battle arrives, I must complete my path. I need a future, a certain future.”

"What do you want to do?" Qian Renxue was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to go back to Douluo Continent."

"Now? But your divine position."

“The divine position can be temporarily sealed,” Qian Renxue said firmly. “I need to experience it all again as a mortal. Not as an angel god, but as Qian Renxue, as a living, breathing person, to experience life, to build connections, and to create a future that I truly desire. Only when that future is solid enough can I anchor myself to it and complete my path of existence.”

Tang Wulin looked at her intently and finally nodded: "I understand. But you must be careful. The situation on Douluo Continent is complicated right now, and the effects of the Abyss Rift have begun to manifest. Moreover, you cannot reveal your identity, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."

“I will be careful,” Qian Renxue said. “This is not only to fight against annihilation, but also for myself. For thousands of years, I have been playing various roles—prince, saintess, god, guardian. Now, I need to know what kind of future I want when I shed all identities and am simply ‘Qian Renxue’.”

They looked at each other, both seeing the unwavering resolve in the other's eyes. They were so different—Tang Wulin chose to embrace everything, becoming part of the network of existence; Qian Renxue chose to refine herself, becoming an anchor point in time. But their goals were the same: to fight against nothingness and protect existence.

"When do we set off?" Tang Wulin asked.

“Three days from now,” Qian Renxue said, “I need time to prepare and temporarily seal my divine position. Also, I need a new identity, an identity that won’t arouse suspicion.”

Tang Wulin pondered for a moment: "I can help you. There is an ancient technique in the God Realm that can temporarily seal a god's position, allowing you to walk the world as a mortal. As for your identity, the Douluo Continent has changed a lot over the years. The Spirit Hall is long gone, and the Heaven Dou Empire has also undergone several changes. You can use the identity of a wandering scholar, which is a very common identity on the continent now and will not arouse suspicion."

“A wandering scholar.” Qian Renxue repeated the word, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. “Very well. I will see this world anew and find my future as an ordinary wandering scholar.”

Over the next three days, Qian Renxue prepared everything with Tang Wulin's help. The ritual to seal the divine position was complex and dangerous, requiring her to strip away most of her divine power, retaining only the most basic strength. This meant that in Douluo Continent, she would no longer be the invincible Angel God, but a slightly stronger mortal who could be injured, exhausted, and even potentially die.

But Qian Renxue did not hesitate. To anchor the future, one must truly engage with it, rather than being a detached bystander.

At dawn on the third day, Qian Renxue stood before the passage from the God Realm to Douluo Continent. She wore a simple white robe, her long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she had no divine aura about her, looking like an ordinary young woman.

Tang Wulin came to see her off: "Remember, no matter what happens, do not easily break the seal. Unless it is a matter of life and death, you must complete this journey as a mortal. Only in this way will the future you find be a real future, not a fate imposed by the gods."

“I understand,” Qian Renxue nodded, then looked at Tang Wulin, “And you? How is your path going?” (End of Chapter)