The trajectory of fate is never unchanging.
No matter how well one knows the trajectory of all things, deviations are inevitable.
Just like Zhou Yan’s understanding of Li Yunjin.
It’s hard to describe what kind of understanding this is, but in this situation, Zhou Yan instead saw through the trajectory of fate.
Every ti fate changes, Zhou Yan can always comprehend many paths of Transcendence Dao, gaining deeper insight into Heavenly chanism, Qi Fortune, and even fate.
Therefore, the deeper his understanding, the more composed Zhou Yan becos in the face of these changes.
Under such circumstances, in the eyes of other cultivators, Zhou Yan might seem heartless and indifferent.
But cultivators do not need to live in the eyes of others; it is enough to live within their own hearts.
Failing to express one’s true heart and living in the illusion of other cultivators’ views is the most misguided path.
Zhou Yan’s words made Zhou Han realize so of the rules, gaining trendous insights while finally letting go of the worries about Li Yunjin.
Thus, after feeling relieved, Zhou Han left the courtyard, leaving Zhou Ying and Zhou Lingyi behind—after all, the remaining ti was ant for the juniors to bond; staying would be a sign of ignorance.
Zhou Han departed, and Zhou Yan did not try to keep him, understanding that Zhou Han also has his own path to follow, and his presence was rely out of concern for his daughter Zhou Ying.
But regardless of how he was unable to let go before, now he has completely let go.
Sotis, a cultivator’s enlightennt is only a fleeting thought.
...
"Brother Zhou Yan, thank you, thank you for your explanation, and thank you for not harming my father."
After Zhou Han left, Zhou Ying approached Zhou Yan, speaking with unsurpassed gentleness.
Her eyes were moist, resembling two captivating pools of clear spring water.
Zhou Lingyi also stepped forward, her gaze equally gentle, without a hint of arrogance.
It seems that since Zhou Yan confird the delayed significance of her existence, her existence has gained aning.
Zhou Yan’s gaze softened, and looking at the two graceful, fragrant young won, his tone also softened a bit: "Zhou Ying, you have outstanding talent, though your character might be a bit weak, but in ti it will surely improve. Before you lies a bright path, just walk down it with an unencumbered heart. As for gratitude, I think there’s no need for that between us."
After speaking, Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Lingyi and said: "Zhou Lingyi, the sa goes for you, but rember, at any mont, hold on to your true self, do not let obstacles blind your vision, and you will have a future."
"Yes, Brother Zhou Yan, you’re very kind."
Zhou Ying was sowhat excited, her heart filled with warmth.
"Zhou Yan, thank you."
Zhou Lingyi’s body slightly trembled, yet she also had so mixed emotions, expressing her heartfelt sentints.
Of course, aside from gratitude, the distance between the two young won quickly disappeared, and if not for their reservedness, they might have already thrown themselves into his arms.
Zhou Yan nodded slightly and said: "I had once realized a kind of Sword Dao, nad the ’Ancestor Dragon Emperor Venerate Sword Dao.’ There is a part within it that suits you, and now I suddenly feel like teaching it to the two of you."
"Brother Zhou Yan, I— I don’t have such great talent—"
"Zhou Yan, I’m also afraid of disappointing you if I don’t cultivate it well."
Zhou Yan’s words made Zhou Ying and Zhou Lingyi a bit unconfident—not because they lacked ability, but because Zhou Yan was too formidable, not rely in cultivation but in other areas as well.
The path Zhou Yan comprehended, Zhou Ying and Zhou Lingyi could almost be sure they could hardly grasp.
But Zhou Yan simply shook his head gently and said: "It doesn’t matter, I teach you, you will learn."
As Zhou Yan spoke, he began to personally instruct them.
This was rely a part of the Ancestor Dragon Emperor Venerate Sword Dao, a thod akin to the evolution from a Soul Killing into a Void Body; Zhou Ying aid for transcendence while Zhou Lingyi sought to resist Hou Ling’er’s invasion, and this path would greatly assist them.
Zhou Yan did not know if this was changing the future or defying fate.
But as he thought, following the impulses of his heart, he did it.
Everything was just following the heart’s desire.
...
The process of teaching lasted a full two days.
Two days of interaction should have included many monts of physical intimacy, but Zhou Yan avoided them.
Despite having no intention of seducing, and even if his actions would certainly delight either Zhou Lingyi or Zhou Ying, he refrained.
He was more upright than the most righteous gentleman, which occasionally caused Zhou Ying and Zhou Lingyi to harbor slight grievances, their gazes inevitably tinged with subtle lant, yet Zhou Yan seed oblivious.
Because what he saw was their future.
In their future, there wasn’t a particularly intimate relationship with him, Zhou Yan himself couldn’t quite figure out the reason.
This ti on the Sword Burial Ancestor Star, perhaps clarity could be achieved.
After instructing Zhou Lingyi and Zhou Ying, Zhou Yan once again alone went under the Ancient Pine Tree.
At this mont, Zhou Yan felt a unique fluctuation in the Silver Snow Sword between his brows.
Zhou Yan was thoughtful, taking out the Silver Snow Sword, and then sitting cross-legged under the Ancient Pine Tree, placing the Silver Snow Sword on his knees, and using soul power to sense the Sword Space within the Silver Snow Sword.
In the Sword Space, there seed to have been unique changes, with the space faintly showing signs of distortion.
At the sa ti, Zhou Yan imdiately noticed a transformative awakening occurring in the Sword Spirit Xiao Xue, as if possessing so ancient aura.
The Sword Spirit Xiao Xue’s white hair flowed like a waterfall, cascading through this expanse of Sword Space, resembling countless white feathers flying in the sky.
Little Xue transford from a tender young girl into the image of a mature young woman, taking on a cold, sacred deanor with a hint of Feng Lingqing’s divine aura.
After Zhou Yan’s sensing power erged, Little Xue opened her eyes, and within them flickered the power of the Netherworld.
At that mont, Zhou Yan seed to see the Netherworld Queen.
"Husband, have you co?"
Suddenly, Feng Lingqing appeared with disheveled hair, her black locks flying, controlling the air as she arrived.
Her body was stained with blotches of blood, looking sowhat terrifying, as if she had suffered a severe trauma.
In this space, there were only Little Xue and Feng Lingqing, so where did Feng Lingqing’s injuries co from?
Zhou Yan looked at Little Xue, but the way Feng Lingqing addressed him as ’husband’ did not stir much emotion in him.
"Brother Zhou Yan, Little Xue hasn’t hard the owner, and never will. The owner just... ca into contact with things she shouldn’t have, only touching truths she shouldn’t know."
Little Xue’s eyes welled with tears, whispering with a choking voice.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan’s gaze sharpened, suddenly looking at Little Xue.
"Little Xue also saw that scene, and thus awakened a mory from a chaotic ti and space—a mory on the Netherworld Heavenly Road."
Little Xue replied softly.
Zhou Yan’s soul trembled.
"Husband, during enlightennt, I suddenly saw your eyes bleeding, as if... not peaceful, and I also saw our daughter dying prematurely—Husband, don’t enter the Sword Origin Pool, okay? I feel sothing bad is going to happen."
Feng Lingqing was unable to stay calm, as though her nerves were frayed.
In anyone’s eyes, this was a sign of demonic possession.
But in Zhou Yan’s eyes, it was not so.
"Goodness. Supre goodness. Supre goodness is like water."
Zhou Yan, using divine power, combined with the insights from the Ruoshui Scripture, with commanding will, suppressed Feng Lingqing. He made Feng Lingqing enter a state of calm.
Subsequently, Zhou Yan’s divine power flowed out, gradually soothing the agitated Feng Lingqing.
Little Xue stood silently to the side, watching this scene, saying nothing.
"No matter what happens, do not worry, everything will be fine."
Zhou Yan comforted.
Feng Lingqing cald down, but her gaze already held a lot of lancholy.
Her face still looked slightly pale, yet she seed extrely attached to Zhou Yan now, always wanting to be close to Zhou Yan, with no hint of reserve anymore.
"Mm. Husband... I’m worried, no, I want to ask you for one thing."
Feng Lingqing mused, pursing her lips as she spoke.
She had regained clarity, but did not change her address, still calling Zhou Yan ’husband.’
"What? Tell ."
Zhou Yan’s heart moved slightly, then he spoke.
"I want a child."
Feng Lingqing said.
Zhou Yan was slightly stunned.
"Can I? I’m willing to give up anything."
Feng Lingqing’s eyes were resolute, a gaze almost obsessive, as if she could not fulfill this wish, she would die unrested.
"Brother Zhou Yan, agree. The owner’s life chart seems to be broken, afraid the subsequent path of fate is lost. A child, is her only rembrance of love in this lifeti."
Sword Spirit Xiao Xue sobbed, choking as she spoke.
Zhou Yan’s heart beca imdiately complicated, but he gently nodded.
Feng Lingqing cried with excitent and said, "We have a daughter. This lifeti, I want to give you a son, I’ve even thought of a na, ’Zhou Sisi.’ Oh, right, our daughter, what is her na?"
Feng Lingqing instinctively asked.
"Her?"
Zhou Yan felt a sharp, unspeakable pain surge within his heart, causing his soul to shiver, yet he did not directly answer.
"For to have a son?"
Zhou Yan was taken aback and asked again, "Why do you think so?"
Feng Lingqing’s gaze wavered, tears already streaming down, she said, "The daughter never even was born, and already chose to end her life. I found this out. Yet that daughter, I have no recollection of. During this realization, I suddenly understood, in this world, won should submit to fate, while n can defy fate and change it. Won who do not submit are committing great disrespect, n who do not submit are heroes and talents. I don’t want our daughter to be a puppet of fate, so I want to give you a son."
Feng Lingqing said with utmost seriousness.
"You, what exactly did you see?"
No matter how indifferent and calm Zhou Yan was, at this mont, he couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart, cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
This scene, it completely surpassed fate, surpassed the truth.
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