The silence after Lin's words echoed in the room of Convergence. The Primordial Custodians slowly lowered their stance, no longer soaring high with reality-making arrogance, but rather descending until their feet touched the floor that was now filled with glowing cracks.“Discussion?” The First Custodian broke the silence, his normally steady voice now sounding shaky. “You've upset the balance we've maintained for eons.”Lin smiled faintly. Within him, five different consciousnesses moved in an orderly yet paradoxical harmony. Lyra, whose consciousness was now part of Lin's plurality, whispered in his mind.“They are afraid, Lin. For the first time in their existence, they realize their own limitations.”Lin grasped the Dusk Rain sword tighter, feeling the flow of primordial energy that now flowed freely within his body-no longer locked in separate compartments, yet also not completely fused to the point of losing their individual essence.“False balance,” Lin replied in a voice that

Lin's touch on the surface of the Mirror of Double Truth created a shockwave that propagated throughout the Nexus of Contradictions. The surrounding reflections shook, dancing in controlled chaos before dissolving into a single blinding flash of light. As darkness again engulfed the room, Lin fell to her knees-her body felt like it was being pulled in five different directions at once.“The decision has been made,” the figure claiming to be Lin from the future said, his voice sounding increasingly distant. “Remember, Lin Fengtian-when the time comes, you must let go to reunite.”Lin wanted to reply, but his voice was choked. All five aspects of his consciousness were now screaming in confusion, each trying to maintain its separate existence. His vision was split into five different perspectives, like looking at the world through a cracked prism.“What are you doing to me?” Lin finally managed to ask, though she wasn't sure if her voice was actually heard or just echoing in her own min

The sky of the Thirteenth Dimension had returned to its normal color-purple with a golden tinge-but the atmosphere felt much heavier. Lin Fengtian stood upright to face the Echoes of the Void, the fragment of the Dusk Rain sword glowing in his grip, emitting a silvery light that illuminated the faces of the hooded entities before him.“Five that remain five and yet also become one,” Lin repeated, his voice calm yet containing undeniable power. “Not submission, but harmony.”The first figure among the Echoes of the Void-a version of Lin with a transverse scar and a completely black left eye-stepped forward. The air around him vibrated with unstable dimensional energy.“Harmony,” he hissed, his voice like wind rustling through ancient ruins. “Do you think we never considered that path? Every cycle, every iteration of Lin Fengtian before you has tried and failed.”Lin felt his four aspects move closer to him, forming a protective semicircular formation. Prisms hovered above them, their l

The Zero Point void was not like an ordinary void-it was a nothingness that had consciousness, a silence that whispered with voices that were never spoken. Lin Fengtian felt his ten consciousnesses vibrating in unstable harmony, every step he took creating dimensional ripples that disturbed the fabric of reality itself.“Something is watching you,” whispered the voice of the 999th Echo from within his mind-the voice that was the most recent and still held the deep bitterness of failure.Lin nodded faintly, eyes that now glowed like constellations that swept the darkness around her. The prism hovered unsteadily, its light dimming as if absorbed by the absolute void that surrounded them.“Over there,” Lin whispered, pointing in a direction that logically shouldn't exist in this directionless place.A strange structure appeared from the void-not appearing in the sense of taking shape, but rather like something that had always existed but had just chosen to become visible. It resembled an

The battle between the two Lin Fengtian took place in a dimension beyond physical comprehension—every clash of swords created cracks in the fabric of reality itself, every movement leaving a temporal trace that echoed through thousands of possible futures.Lin the 1001st moved like a living shadow, the sword of emptiness in his hand absorbing not only light but also the very concept of existence from everything it touched. Each attack carried an existential threat—not just death, but the complete erasure of all possibilities that had ever existed.“You still don't understand,” Lin the 1001st whispered as he unleashed a series of blows that were almost invisible. “I am not the failed Lin Fengtian. I am the Lin Fengtian who broke free from the cycle—and in the process, discovered that true freedom only comes through total destruction.”Lin parried each attack with the Twilight Rain Sword, the five silver lines on its blade now glowing with blinding intensity. But there was something uns