All Chapters of The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven: Chapter 81
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THE SHADOW OF THE INTERSECTION
Silence has its own color at the crossroads of reality. For Lin Fengtian, who is now Axis Mundi-the axis of the world that bridges all dimensions-the silence is metallic gray with a purple tinge, like lightning frozen in time.A hundred years had passed since its transformation, or perhaps it was just the blink of an eye. Time became a relative concept when one's existence spanned across all layers of reality. Lin had familiarized himself with his new state-half there, half not, present everywhere yet not quite anywhere. His body semi-transparent, shifting between density and nothingness as needed, the Sigil of the Crossroads on his chest pulsed with a rhythm synchronized with the heartbeat of the universe.From her unique position, Lin can see the workings of the three pen fragments that now maintain the balance of the narrative. The First Pen with its Pen of Creation continues to give birth to new worlds, the Editing One with its Pen of Transformation maintains and develops existing
THE PARADOX OF EMPTINESS
Entering the Antinarrative Void felt like being reborn in reverse. Lin Fengtian felt every cell of his body screaming in protest as this dimension rejected his structured existence. The sensation was so intense that he couldn't determine whether he was sinking or floating, whether this was pain or distorted ecstasy.“Breathe,” Lyra's voice-calm yet firm-reached Lin through the sensory chaos. “Control the rhythm of your breath and let Sigil adjust to nothingness.”Lin focused her awareness onto the Sigil in her chest. Its light pulsed weakly, slowly, like a dying heart. She tried to follow Lyra's advice, taking deep breaths-only to realize that there was no air to breathe in a space that denied the existence of molecules.“Not physical breath,” Penarasik whispered nearby, her voice sounding as if it came from thousands of miles away. “Narrative breath. The rhythm of your own story.”Lin understood. As Axis Mundi, he was the embodiment of the flow of narrative itself. He closed his eyes
SPLIT REFLECTION
The Library of Interreality felt different when Lin Fengtian-now Axis Quadra-stepped back inside its ancient walls. Colors were sharper, sounds were clearer, and the molecular structure of the building itself seemed to sing in a harmony that only he could hear. At his side, Penarasik and Lyra walked in silence, both still trying to process the incredible transformation they had witnessed in the Antinarrative Void.“They're waiting in the Gem Room,” Lyra finally spoke, pointing towards the eastern corridor which now seemed to be emitting a thin golden glow-a phenomenon Lin was sure was invisible to ordinary library patrons.Lin nodded softly, four alternating colors sparkling in her eyes that now never really settled on a single shade. “I can feel their anxiety. Especially Nidhogg.”Penarasik, who since returning from the Void had been watching Lin with a mixed gaze of amazement and wariness, finally asked, “How... much of the Lin Fengtian we know remains in you now?”Lin stopped walki
THE EYES OF TAKDIR
The sun had not yet risen when Lin Fengtian awoke from the meditative state he had been in all night. The Library of Interreality was silent, with only the occasional soft whisper from the pages of ancient books that seemed to breathe in the darkness. As an Axis Quadra, Lin could now sense the rhythm of life from everything around him-including the hidden knowledge contained within the manuscripts.“You're not really resting,” a voice sounded from behind the tall shelves. Nidhogg stepped out of the shadows, his now heterochromic eyes-one pitch black, one golden-shining in the dimness. “I can feel it.”Lin smiled faintly. “Rest has a different meaning for me now.” She rose to her feet, four different colors sparkling in her eyes in turn. “How do you feel about this... change?”Nidhogg raised her hand, staring at her fingers that now occasionally glowed golden instead of the deep darkness they had before. “Strange,” he admitted. “For bereon-eons my existence was filled only with the urg
Four Eyes of Destiny
An eerie silence fell over the room after Lin finished explaining his plan. Not a silence of fear, but a silence of suspense-like the seconds before lightning strikes the ground.“This is crazy,” Penarasik finally said, gripping her golden crystal tightly until it shone brightly. “But that's what makes it possible to succeed.”Lin nodded slowly, her four-colored eyes dimming for a moment before flaring up with renewed intensity. “Axis Rumpens thought he understood every move I would make because he had once been me. But he forgot one important thing.”“What is it?” asked Lyra, her face still pale but her gaze now sharpened.“That I'm not him... yet,” Lin replied, her voice low and resonating with conviction. “And as long as I have a choice, I never will.”Lin stepped into the center of the room, the four primordial energies now swirling around him in perfect harmony. He closed his eyes, and in an instant, the molecular structure of the Interreality Library began to vibrate, responding
Mirror Reflection
Lin Fengtian woke up to an unearthly silence. Not an ordinary silence like he had felt between dimensions, but a dense silence that seemed to suppress all his senses - as if reality itself was holding its breath.His four-colored eyes opened slowly, each emitting a different light: blue as the primeval ocean, red as magma, white as the snow of the highest peaks, and black as the depths of the bottomless pit. But instead of finding herself behind the Well of Narration as expected, Lin lay in the middle of a very familiar room.My research room in the East Tower?Impossible. That place had been completely destroyed during his first confrontation with Axis Rumpens all those years ago.Lin rose in one smooth motion, vigilance permeating every fiber of his body. The four primordial energies that normally flowed freely around him were now only weak whispers, like faint reflections of his true power. The golden crystal-the key to his plan at the Well of Narration-was nowhere to be seen.“Str
Echoes of Emptiness
That nameless color faded slowly from Lin Fengtian's sight as his consciousness began to return. The endless falling sensation finally stopped, replaced by a strange floating feeling-as if his body was between existence and nothingness.When Lin opened his eyes, he did not find himself in the ruins of the Eastern Tower nor in the depths of the Well of Narrations. Instead, he was in a perfectly round room that had no doors or windows. The walls sparkled with the changing color of opal, reflecting light that came from nowhere. The floor she was standing on looked like a deep black glass, as if she was standing on the surface of an ink pool.“The Space Between,” Lin whispered to herself, recognizing the mysterious place that had only existed in the legends of the Custodians. A place where time and space did not apply, a neutral dimension that was not bound to any one reality.Lin checked his body. The primordial energy that had almost vanished earlier was now flowing again, though it was
THE RESONANCE LEFT BEHIND
The realization came like a wave-slowly, then crashing down mercilessly.Lin Fengtian opened his eyes, his breath coming in gasps as if he had just run hundreds of li. His vision blurred before focusing on the familiar wooden ceiling, with its ancient Eastern-style carvings. He was in his private room in the Temple of Eternal Harmony, a place he never expected to see again.The dream still felt real. The Space Between, Ekhos, the unification of identities, the Creationist Asymmetria-everything felt vividly like a memory, not just a sleeping flower.He rose slowly, feeling his body that felt unfamiliar. The primordial energy within her flowed with a different rhythm, as if it had been altered by something. When she looked into the old mirror in the corner of the room, her eyes were still four colors-red, blue, green, and yellow-but now there were golden glints flickering intermittently in her pupils.“What's happening to me?” she whispered to her reflection.Outside the window, dawn wa
THE PATH OF PARADOCS
The Forbidden Library is not a welcoming place even for a Custodian. The air inside was heavy with age and secrets, filled with dust particles that glowed silvery in the light. Lin Fengtian stepped carefully down the narrow corridors between the tall shelves that rose up to the invisible ceiling. Here, forbidden and dangerous knowledge was locked up in ancient manuscripts-some of which were alive and whispering softly, calling out to passers-by.“Seventh floor,” Lin reminded herself, tightening her grip on the Dusk Rain sword.But the Forbidden Library did not obey normal architectural laws. There were no stairs or clues leading to the different floors. The only way to reach a particular floor was to understand the secret cataloging system created by the first generation of Custodians-a system only taught to those who had reached the rank of Master Custodian.Lin had not yet reached that rank. But he had something more valuable-a vague memory of his greater consciousness while with Ek
ILLUSION MIRROR
Silence fell over the West Tower as Lin digested Lyra's confession. The moonlight that broke through the collapsed roof illuminated both of their faces in silvery, creating long shadows that danced on the dusty floor.“Sister,” Lin repeated the word carefully, as if tasting a foreign flavor on her tongue. “You've been by my side, but as an overseer-not as family.”Lyra looked away, staring at the projection that was still spinning weakly on the altar. “The role given to me is far more complicated than just a watchdog, Lin. I'm a failure preventer, as well as a backup in case your experiment succeeds.”“Duplicates,” Lin concluded in a cold tone. “Or rather, an alternative.”“True,” Lyra nodded slowly. “But fate has a strange sense of humor. The Custodians never took into account that we-two subjects of the same experiment-would develop a bond outside the plot they had designed.”Lin stepped around the altar, her eyes never leaving Lyra's figure. The Golden Ink still hovered at the cent