Then she witnessed another tragedy.
She saw Gu Yuena awaken and then the Silver Dragon King struggled for the future of soul beasts.
She saw her hopes, ambitions, and determination.
Then she watched history repeat itself.
Just like the Auspicious Beast ten thousand years earlier, Gu Yuena was gradually drawn into a carefully prepared scheme.
To the people of that era, it was a touching story. A romance capable of moving the heavens.
The love between Tang Wulin and Gu Yuena became a legend celebrated across the continent.
But from her position above the River of Memories, Qian Renxue saw something entirely different.
She saw countless subtle manipulations and invisible pushes and carefully arranged encounters.
She saw fate itself being guided toward a predetermined conclusion.
The romantic story that countless people admired looked less like love and more like a carefully directed performance.
A performance whose ultimate purpose was to tame the Silver Dragon King.
A performance that ended with the Dragon God's bloodline returning to the hands of Tang San's lineage.
Qian Renxue watched silently. By then, disappointment was no longer enough to describe her feelings.
Another ten thousand years passed. Humanity entered the age of the stars.
The Douluo Star was no longer humanity's only home and countless different planets were colonized.
Human civilization entered an unprecedented golden age.
The achievements of science and soul technology surpassed even the wildest dreams of previous eras.
And yet...Evil soul masters still remained.
Qian Renxue could only laugh when she saw this. At that point, the pattern had become too obvious.
The cycle never ended. Then came Lan Xuanyu.
The grandson of Tang San and the child born from Tang Wulin and Gu Yuena.
Qian Renxue watched him rise through countless trials.
She watched destiny favor him at every critical moment. Eventually, he inherited the position of Dragon God.
A new legend was born and another protagonist ascended the stage.
And the story continued and Qian Renxue watched it all. For forty thousand years she had watched.
Watched people struggle. Watched countless tragedies repeat themselves.
Yet she could do nothing.
She was only a spectator imprisoned within the River of Memories.
She no longer remembered how she had floated above the colorful waters.
The river stretched endlessly through time. Within its waters flowed the memories of the entire Douluo Continent.
Every joy, Every sorrow, Every triumph, Every tragedy. All of them flowed beneath her feet.
Qian Renxue watched them all and remained powerless.
However, as countless years passed, the obsessions she could not let go of gradually gathered around her soul.
Until eventually they formed something tangible an island, a small island floating in the middle of the River of Memories.
It was born from her unwillingness, from the countless years she had spent witnessing history.
And while all of this was happening, Qian Renxue witnessed another astonishing scene.
The Divine Realm returned. After disappearing for many years, Tang San and the gods once again appeared above the world.
By now their powers had reached heights far beyond what they once possessed.
Using that power, they began to interfere with the memories of the past.
The history of Douluo Continent.
A game constructed from history itself and a stage where later generations could relive the past.
Sea God tang San had converted the past of Douluo continent into some kind of virtual reality game.
As Qian Renxue watched this scene unfold,her eyes became colder than ever before.
Because she realized that even the memories of the dead...had become tools in the hands of the victors.
'Am I just the watcher of memories' questioned Qian Renxue in her mind
Just as she was watching, Sea God King Tang San suddenly felt a faint sensation of being observed.
At first, he thought it was merely an illusion.
After all, ever since ascending beyond the limits of the God Realm and stepping into the Sixth Dimension, there were very few existences capable of escaping his perception.
It was as if a pair of eyes had silently watched him for a very long time.
Tang San's expression gradually became serious.
Within the Divine Realm, his divine sense spread outward like an endless ocean. Countless layers of space and time were instantly traversed by his perception.
Soon, his gaze landed upon a mysterious location hidden deep within the void.
A river that seemed to flow through the past, present, and future.
Although he did not understand what it was, his instincts told him that the source of the peeping sensation came from there.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand.
As a Sixth-Dimensional God King, even a casual movement carried enough power to shake countless worlds.
A gigantic divine hand tore through layers of space and reached toward the location where the River of Memories resided.
The moment it made contact, however, enormous waves erupted across the tributary of the river connected to Douluo Continent.
Boom!
The colorful waters surged violently as entire eras seemed to flicker within the waves.
Countless memories rose and fell like stars submerged beneath the river.
Tang San frowned as he felt resistance because the River of Memories seemed to possess its own will and that will was furious.
As if something insignificant had dared to challenge its authority.
The river roared.
Then an even more terrifying pressure descended.
An indescribable will slowly awakened beyond countless dimensions.
It overlooked innumerable worlds.
It overlooked countless timelines.
Its existence seemed to encompass the entire multiverse itself.
This was the supreme will supporting Tang San's fate.
The will behind countless opportunities and miracles that had accompanied him throughout his life.
The creator's will.
A will that instinctively moved to suppress anything threatening Tang San's path.
For a brief moment, the River of Memories and that unfathomable will seemed to collide.
The pressure generated by their confrontation was enough to distort entire layers of reality.
The tributary belonging to Douluo Continent began to shake violently.
Then something unexpected happened. Its waters churned with unprecedented fury.
Qian Renxue felt the entire world spin around her. Before she could react, her soul was violently thrown out of the tributary outside of the current multiverse.
The colorful river vanished behind her.
Then came darkness,endless darkness, boundless chaos.
Outside the multiverse was a place where no ordinary life could survive.
The protection granted by the River of Memories still surrounded her soul, but it was rapidly weakening.
The chaotic currents outside the multiverse eroded everything they touched.
Death- for the first time since becoming a wandering soul, Qian Renxue felt it approaching.
Her consciousness became blurry and her memories started to scatter. The countless years she had spent observing history seemed ready to disappear forever.
"So this is the end..."
A trace of unwillingness appeared within her heart.
Yet she was powerless to resist and the chaos swallowed everything.
Her soul continued to disintegrate. Then suddenly, she felt herself being pulled.
Her soul twisted violently as if being forced through a passage far too small for her existence.
Qian Renxue wanted to struggle, as her memories started to become more blurry.
Light and darkness mixed together, gradually she even forgot her own name.
Then—
A sharp pain shot through her body and air rushed into her lungs.
Her consciousness returned.
With great difficulty, she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a woman.
She possessed a gentle face and warm eyes.
The woman looked down at her with a smile filled with motherly affection. Qian Renxue had never seen directed at herself before.
For a moment, she was stunned. The woman carefully held her in her arms.
Then she spoke softly.
"My daughter..."
The gentle voice entered her ears.
"Your name will be Julia."
(AN: So anyone wants to comment on the origin of the new Qian Renxue)