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It turned out to be Kiran, the space principal of the Super God Academy.

Or rather, it was a clear and immortal imprint of his consciousness left behind here before he resolutely plunged into the void.

"Congratulations, Qin Chuan." Kieran's illusory face smiled, a smile containing a sense of relief and vicissitude that transcended dimensions. "You have finally reached this final shore and glimpsed the true meaning of time and space."

With a slight thought, he seemed to incorporate the entire chaos into his perception:

"Time and space are merely concepts imposed by lower-dimensional life forms in order to understand their own framework. For beings that truly understand their origins, they are not insurmountable iron laws, and have even lost most of their binding significance."

"For example, where you and I are right now is the singularity before the beginning of all things, and the eternal void after all laws have returned to nothingness."

Kieran's voice was distant, as if it came from the very beginning of the universe:

"Only beings like you and me, who have transcended the constraints of rules, can stand here and observe the cycle of birth and death of the universe with a detached eye. The countless branches of the past and future are as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand."

Qin Chuan's mind cleared instantly, and he understood everything.

It turns out that Kieran, like him before, had traversed the river of time and space to discover the truth of the so-called "ultimate fear"—the shadows that reside in higher dimensions.

This venerable space principal did not simply disappear, but made a more resolute choice, venturing into that vast world where gods and demons coexist, and where crises and opportunities are equally immense, in an attempt to find a glimmer of hope for the known universe from its very source.

To be fair, this is not a mistake.

While that vast world may contain terrifying beings that reap the devastation of civilizations, it may also contain deities like the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden who created the world of "Qin's Moon," who harbor benevolent intentions towards lower-dimensional civilizations.

If we can gain their approval and protection, we may be able to solve the urgent problem of the known universe.

But this ultimately entrusts the continuation of civilization to the unpredictable will of others, making it ethereal and full of uncertainty.

Those who help themselves will be saved by God; those who help themselves will be helped by God; those who abandon themselves will be abandoned by God.

In the end, the most reliable thing in everything is the power you possess yourself.

However, Qin Chuan still deeply admired Kilan's courage in his selfless exploration.

That world is not one that ordinary people dare to enter in their true form; it is filled with great terror, but also great opportunities.

Two beings standing above time and space communicate through their consciousness, transcending language. The collision of their thoughts and feelings seems to have resonated through eternity, yet it also seems to have completed the exchange of infinite information in just a moment.

Suddenly, Kieran's solidified phantom rippled slightly.

"Interesting. Right now, someone is trying to knock on the door of spacetime and perform a dimensional leap."

Qin Chuan also sensed the subtle yet unique ripples of the rules at the same time.

In this known universe, besides him and Kieran, the only one who can reach this realm and trigger the echoes of time and space is Rose, who possesses the genes of time and space.

"I never imagined that in the relatively short time I've been away from Earth, she would have explored her genetic potential to such an extent."

A hint of surprise flashed through Qin Chuan's mind, which quickly turned into sincere admiration.

Without further delay, he conveyed his farewell to Kieran's wisp of consciousness. With a slight movement, he followed that unique temporal fluctuation, like a precisely positioned beacon, and plunged into the vast and surging river of time.

Meanwhile, Rose was holding her breath, carefully harnessing the power she had just comprehended, struggling to traverse the fragile cracks of time.

Her control over the spacetime gene is far from being perfect and complete. At this moment, she can only barely wander and trace those time nodes that are closely intertwined with her own life trajectory.

For example, the scene where she is standing still and gazing at the present moment.

That time, she and Qin Chuan went out to eat and happened to visit the charming little restaurant where Rui Mengmeng worked.

At that time, she was still somewhat naive and misunderstandingful. When she saw the pure and lovely Rui Mengmeng, she subconsciously thought that she was another "infatuated woman" surrounding Qin Chuan. She blushed on the spot and was extremely embarrassed.

Now, revisiting those old scenes from a detached perspective, the awkwardness turns into a smile, and I find it both amusing and full of nostalgia.

Then, by a twist of fate, the two were invited by Rui Mengmeng to participate in the restaurant's couples discount event, and Rui Mengmeng personally took a so-called "couple certification photo" for them.

The two people in the photo, one with a blank expression, as if it were none of their business; the other with a wandering gaze and slightly flushed cheeks, exuding the awkwardness and stiffness of being "forced to work".

Yet, she treasured this very photograph like a precious gem, especially during the time when Qin Chuan left Earth and went to Fraser. She would often take it out when no one was around and caress it repeatedly with her fingertips, as if she could draw a trace of warmth and comfort from it.

But how can a cold, two-dimensional image compare to a real, vibrant, and tangible person?

Her courage to attempt a deeper level of time travel reveals a hidden, unspoken expectation deep within her heart.

Perhaps, seeing him again, even if it's just a distant glance across time, could ease the excruciating pain of longing.

Just as she was gazing absently at her past self, who had been somewhat clumsy, and at Qin Chuan, who sat opposite her and seemed indifferent, an unexpected and shocking change occurred.

In the scene, Qin Chuan, who belongs to the "past," suddenly seemed to sense something, slightly turning his head. His deep eyes seemed to pierce through layers of time, landing precisely on her, the "future visitor" hidden outside of time.

Then, to Rose's astonishment, he turned in her direction, a familiar, slightly mocking smile curving his lips, and casually beckoned her to sit down.

Rose was startled, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. Her first thought was to immediately sever the fragile spacetime connection and escape this bizarre scene.

"Come here, Rose."

However, Qin Chuan's gentle yet magnetic voice had already penetrated directly into the depths of her consciousness without any explanation, carrying an unparalleled power that brought her peace of mind:

"For me now, there is no distinction between past, present, and future. Where I am is the present moment; where my mind dwells is the present world. I am in this moment, and this moment is now; I stand in the past, and the past is now; I walk into the future, and the future is also now."

These words were like profound verses containing supreme philosophy, encompassing unimaginable realms of time and space, leaving Rose completely bewildered, her mind almost at a standstill, utterly unable to grasp their true meaning.

Qin Chuan looked at her adorable, bewildered yet panicked expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"It's alright, there's no need to rush to understand. You will eventually walk this path step by step, and one day you will understand."

Under his invisible guidance, Rose felt a lightness all over her body, and in a daze, she had crossed the barrier of time and sat down in the booth of the restaurant back then. It was as if she had overlapped with the figure of her naive self in the past, but she could clearly feel her own existence.

Everything around them repeated itself in the past: ordering food, chatting, and finally, with a bright smile, Rui Mengmeng picked up the camera again and took another "couple photo" for them.

This time, however, the two people in the photo are intimate and natural, their eyes meeting with a profound understanding and tender affection that needs no words, forming a stark contrast to the awkwardness of the "original" photo next to them.

Only after the flash of the camera faded did Rose belatedly realize that her cheeks were burning and her heart was pounding like a drum.

She forced herself to remain composed, trying to maintain her usual aloof and self-possessed demeanor, and explained in a low voice:

"I was just practicing time travel and accidentally stumbled into this time point. Don't overthink it."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan's smile deepened, as if he could see through all her careful pretense and reserve:

"Oh? Is that so? I thought it was some young girl who missed me so much that she specially traveled back in time to see me."

The most hidden corner of her heart was so directly and gently exposed that Rose could no longer maintain any of her cool mask. Her fair and jade-like cheeks instantly turned as red as a ripe sunset, spreading all the way to her ears.

Her shy and evasive demeanor was a hundred times more alluring than her awkwardness in the restaurant years ago.

Such beauty, such passion, so close, I can almost smell her breath.

If Qin Chuan remained unmoved in the face of this situation, wouldn't he be unworthy of being called a man?

He reached out, his slender fingers carrying a heart-stirring tenderness, and gently lifted Rose's slightly flushed chin, forcing her eyes, brimming with tears and shyness, to meet his gaze.

Under her shocked yet expectant gaze, he slowly lowered his head and precisely captured her soft, red lips that trembled slightly with nervousness.

Rose's delicate body trembled violently, her mind went completely blank, and all her thinking abilities vanished instantly.

After the initial stiffness and bewilderment came a raw and unreserved response from the depths of her soul. Her restless arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge into each other's lives.

This kiss transcended eternity, blurring the boundaries between past and future. At a peculiar intersection in the river of time, it blossomed brilliantly, its unforgettable memory etched into eternity.

Chapter 67 The Ultimate Fear Descends!

When the kiss ended, Rose was slightly out of breath, and the blush on her cheeks lingered for a long time, like clouds dyed by the sunset.

Her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes. She suddenly felt that this happiness was too overwhelming, almost drowning her heartbeat.

Perhaps feeling uneasy because the atmosphere was too romantic, she subconsciously looked for a topic and started talking to Qin Chuan about the changes on Earth after he left. Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried her best to maintain her usual cool and aloof demeanor.

"Ever since your strike shocked the entire known universe, there has been a constant stream of extraterrestrial envoys coming to Earth to pay homage, or rather, to gather information."

She calmed her breathing slightly, but a soft light shone in her eyes, as if a warm current was flowing beneath the frozen surface of a lake:

"All sorts of starships are crowding near-Earth orbit, some civilizations are just there to catch a glimpse of the starry sky you once stood in. The government has set up a special interstellar foreign affairs department for this purpose, and they are extremely busy. It is said that the diplomatic language manual has been updated to the 1,700th version."

"After helping us repel the probing attack from the Triangles, Zhixin did not return to the Heavenly Court of Merlo. She stayed behind, deep within the Mangdang Mountain base, and is doing her best to help Earth build our own super gene system and defense network, independent of angels and demons. She said this is another way for angels to invest in the future."

As she said this, Rose's tone was filled with pride.

"The Super Soldier Company has also expanded its recruitment a second time. The new members are Li Feifei, Zhao, Wei Ying, and He Weilan. Now, we 'veteran members' will take turns training them."

She paused, her voice softening, and added, "I...everyone misses you."

Qin Chuan was already aware of these things.

His divine sense, like an invisible spider web, enveloped every corner of the Earth and even the known universe, making the changes of all things as clear as the lines on his palm.

But at this moment, he simply listened quietly, enjoying Rose's rare, homely narration, a faint smile in his eyes, as if she were not recounting a grand narrative about the survival of civilization, but rather the warmest whispers from home.

Similarly, he briefly told Rose about his complete understanding of the rules of spacetime in the extreme environment of Frieza, where ice and lava intertwine, and how he could glimpse the surging river of time with the opening and closing of his eyes.

As Rose looked into his increasingly deep and calm eyes, which seemed to contain an endless vortex of time and space, she felt as if her soul was being sucked in.

She asked softly, her voice filled with hope and trepidation, "You've accomplished your mission, are you going back to Earth soon?"

Qin Chuan nodded slightly, then shook his head: "I still have some things to take care of. I'll come back after I'm done."

Rose did not ask what the specifics were.

She knew that his level of understanding and burdens far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine. Since he hadn't said it explicitly, it meant that she might not know it at the moment, or that knowing it would be of no use.

She showed immense consideration and trust, like a young wife giving instructions to her husband on his long journey, turning countless worries into a soft, gentle word of advice:

"Then be careful in everything you do, finish it as soon as possible, and come back as soon as possible."

After saying that, she took the initiative to let go of his hand, which had somehow come to hold his clothes again, and looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to etch his image into the imprint of time.

Then, her figure gradually faded, like a reflection in water, following that mysterious connection between time and space, returning to her "present".

As he watched Qiangwei leave, the gentleness in Qin Chuan's eyes gradually transformed into a timeless serenity, as if the birth and death of billions of stars could be contained in that single glance.

He turned and took a step forward. Beneath his feet was not soil, but ripples of time.

He thus followed the mighty tide of history, heading towards the future thousands of years later.

The reason he went to this specific point in time was because it was there that Earth's civilization would burn with its most intense wisdom and life force, developing to a glorious peak, its prosperity comparable to or even surpassing, in some aspects, the legendary Shenhe and Pangu civilizations.

It is precisely at the moment when civilization shines most brightly and illuminates the starry sky that the so-called ultimate fear—those beings who dwell in higher dimensions and feed on civilization—will arrive as promised to reap the most abundant fruits in the universe.

However, for Qin Chuan, the wait of thousands of years was far too long.

His power at this moment had already reached the limit that the world of gods could bear. The rules of the world were like a solid container that had already been filled, and could no longer hold a single drop more.

Even if he were to meditate and cultivate for thousands of years, his power would not increase by an inch within the framework of this universe.

His grand vision of compressing all things, all paths, all laws, and all rules into a "singularity" in order to transcend eternity was also suddenly revealed to him after he thoroughly comprehended the rules of spacetime.