Chapter 1300: Two Sides of Time and Space

Chapter 1300: The Two Faces of Time and Space

Xu Qing raised his hand and pressed it against his brow.

From the depths of his memory, he drew forth the threads of his life’s journey—each moment transformed into shimmering strands of light—pulling them out and gathering them before him.

This was his first puzzle fragment!

And also the anchor point for comprehending the chaotic currents of time and space.

Like a seed, this point drank from Xu Qing’s very existence, growing stronger with every drop of his lived experience.

Woven by fate itself, it stretched from the cocoon in which Xu Qing resided, reaching deep into the turbulent maelstrom of spacetime, drawing nourishment from that tangled chaos.

Thus, what appeared upon this fragment was Xu Qing’s past.

Within it lay his childhood in Wushuang City, the relentless struggle to survive, the trials within the Seven Blood Pupils, the crucible of Merfolk Island.

It held the path of becoming a Swordbearer, the memories of Fenghai Prefecture, the great battle against Crimson Mother, and humanity’s rise…

Every event, every twist of destiny, every breath of his life—all contained within.

A complete and unbroken thread.

“And so… the next fragments…”

Inside the cocoon, Xu Qing gazed at the Fate Godhead before him, sensing the first fragment he had laid down. After a long silence, resolve hardened in his eyes.

“Those who have crossed paths with me on my journey shall become the subsequent fragments!”

In the next instant, as the Fate Godhead flared brightly, countless figures from Xu Qing’s memories emerged upon the surface of the life-fragment he had gathered.

There were his kin from Wushuang City, enemies met in the wilds…

Lei Squad, every member of Thunder Team, and Old Seven.

Er Niu, Huang Yan, Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Brother.

Yan Yan, Zhao Zhongheng, Ding Xue—all present.

Even Zhang San, Little Mute, Wu Jianwu, Kong Xianglong.

Qing Qiu and Ning Yan, naturally accompanied by Zi Xuan and Ling’er.

Even the Crown Prince and others—the Empress, the Sword Emperor—were woven into this tapestry.

Finally came those he’d encountered after leaving Wanggu:

dense and countless—Xing Huanzi, Li Mengtu, Zhou Zhengli, and more.

Each had intersected with him, and at the precise moment of their meeting, sparks had flown—here manifesting as new fragments.

Second fragment. Third. Fourth…

More and more appeared, each drawn outward by the pull of fate, siphoning the essence of spacetime from the chaotic currents beyond, gathering nourishment onto every newly formed piece.

These fragments spread ever wider, growing increasingly comprehensive.

Within them lay the entire lives of everyone Xu Qing had ever known.

And as these fragments matured through fate’s own evolution, they began sprouting new threads of destiny—generating yet more fragments.

These were the fated connections those individuals should have forged with others, the karmic ties yet unseen.

Now, all revealed upon the grand map of fate Xu Qing had sketched with the power of destiny itself.

Time flowed onward.

Xu Qing watched the unfolding puzzle before him like a silent observer, tracing the life paths of those he knew so well.

This map of fate no longer required his active guidance—it had achieved self-sustaining momentum, expanding ceaselessly before his eyes.

Its absorption of external spacetime followed suit.

Thus it grew vaster, broader—not only reflecting the lives Xu Qing knew, but revealing unknown pasts and futures as well.

Countless faces he had never seen now flickered within its expanse.

Truth or illusion? Impossible to tell—for in this realm, all possibilities held equal weight.

“This… is fate…”

Xu Qing murmured softly.

Within this grand puzzle of fate, from beginning to end, everything was encompassed.

He even sensed, with chilling clarity, that if he were to place this map into the outside world and empower it with the Fate Godhead…

Then all within it would supplant the very laws of existence, weaving true destiny—

commanding the fates of all living beings.

“The power of Shang Huang…”

Xu Qing fell silent.

For a fleeting moment, he entertained the thought of altering his own constitutional framework. Through wielding fate’s power, his understanding had deepened—but so too had his awe at its terrifying vastness.

Yet in the end, he cast that temptation aside.

“Fate may be mighty, but its source already belongs to Shang Huang…”

“For me, it can only serve as a tool—to help me see clearly through the chaos of spacetime, to illuminate my own path!”

“And using it as a guide…”

Xu Qing lifted his head. With a wave of his hand, the constitutional cocoon surrounding him vanished in an instant, returning his form once more to the turbulent sea of spacetime.

But this time, as the map of fate continued to spread, Xu Qing stood firm within the chaos, gazing outward—still human in shape, still lucid in mind.

For the puzzle of fate followed order, while spacetime’s currents raged in disorder.

Standing within order, Xu Qing used fate as his measuring rod, calibrating spacetime itself—granting him a perception utterly unlike anything he’d known before!

“Next… I must test something further.”

Xu Qing lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon.

After a long pause, determination flashed in his eyes. He withdrew the Godhead, raised his right hand, and slammed it down hard upon the fate-woven puzzle he himself had drawn.

He would strip away fate’s blessing—and let the map of destiny collapse.

Then, through its shattering, he would witness how the chaotic currents tore apart causal threads, how they inverted and scrambled reality—and in that process, attain true constitutional insight!

In the next instant, the puzzle trembled.

Deprived of the Fate Godhead’s support, this grand map could not endure long amidst the raging spacetime storm.

Under Xu Qing’s forceful press, cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.

Then—shattered.

The chaotic currents surged violently, sweeping forward with disordered spacetime, scattering the lives within—scrambling their timelines, tearing apart every memory, every experience, scene by scene.

Time and space were then twisted together in utter confusion.

A man’s birth might be thrust into the era after his descendant’s death.

Events meant for one soul were hurled into another’s life, misplaced, distorted, rewritten.

Thus, a chaotic current of space and time was born!

Thus arose inverted causality and logical contradictions.

And Xu Qing, standing within it, gazed upon all this—

his mind instantly cleared.

Countless fragments of information flooded through him in that moment: perceived, imprinted, understood.

Though he still could not fully pierce through the veil, his understanding had nonetheless expanded.

This new comprehension revealed to Xu Qing that this place, from beginning to end—however disordered it seemed—was, in truth, but a single spacetime.

It only appeared to contain everything because time and space had been scrambled,

giving rise to something akin to the power of overlapping universes.

Yet in reality, it remained one spacetime, never transcending its bounds.

Xu Qing grasped this truth.

“My spacetime decree is right; this place’s spacetime is wrong…”

“But right and wrong are inseparable—they are the two faces of all things.”

“Only when merged do they form completeness, like a single point.”

Thunder roared within Xu Qing’s mind—a sudden, profound awakening.

His eyes grew ever brighter.

This realization was crucial—it was a validation of his own decree, seen from an entirely new angle,

a vital addition built upon his foundation.

“And so, the next step…”

Xu Qing lifted his foot and took a step forward!