Han Ye extended his senses.
He perceived the entire multiverse simultaneously: infinite timelines, countless realms, billions of lives—yet all he sought was the fragments of the Tian Lan Sect.
He saw a world of endless night, where his disciple Xiao Lan fought shadows alone.
He saw a planet of floating islands, where Ling Xiao struggled to heal dying villages with a power he barely understood.
He saw a war-torn dimension, where Mei Ru's sword struck blindly, instincts incomplete, memories of battle lost.
Each world was a shard of failure, a broken melody waiting for him to conduct.
With a thought, he created a Micro-Creation Realm—a miniature world designed to test and strengthen a single disciple. Time, space, causality—all conformed to his will.
He whispered, "Come to me… and I will guide you back to your destiny."