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The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE FORGOTTEN PARADOX
The giant eyes in the sky blinked again, this time with a different rhythm. Zhao Lingyun felt something vibrate within him-not qi or spiritual essence, but something more fundamental... as if his own existence was resonating with something unspeakable.“My real name?” he stared at the mysterious boy, trying to understand the implications of his words. “What do you mean?”The boy-who now looked like a mirror reflecting time itself-held out his hand. In his small palm, an ancient symbol began to form. A symbol that made even the Emptiness Priestess hold her breath.“That symbol...” The priest whispered, “...it can't be. It is...”“The mark of the Forgotten One,” the boy finished his sentence. “It was not the First One who created the concept of 'separation', nor did I create the concept of 'creation'. There was one who preceded us all-who chose to... forget.”Lin Fengtian, who was still kneeling, suddenly felt a change in the flow of world qi. “But why?” he asked. “Why forget?”“Because
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE HIDDEN PARADOX
Zhao Lingyun looked at the primordial scroll floating before him, its symbols gleaming with a truth older than time. In the center of the Hall of Nine Tails that was now the stage for the meeting between the fundamental forces, he felt the weight of the choice he had to make. Memory or forgetfulness. Cancellation or stagnation. There was no third option-at least that's what the Concept Guardians believed.“Choices,” Zhao Lingyun whispered, his voice calm despite the world around him being on the verge of collapse. “It's always about choices.”The giant hand that extended from the crack in the sky trembled impatiently. The pressure it emitted made the air feel dense, almost impossible to breathe for ordinary cultivators. But Zhao Lingyun stood tall, his black eyes staring straight at the cosmic phenomenon without flinching.“WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE, THE FORGETFUL ONE?” The formless voice boomed again, this time with a more urgent tone.Zhao Liwei, who was still standing beside his younger
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE LABYRINTH OF ETERNITY
The First looked at Lin Fengtian with a gaze that could almost be said to be... amused? “Young cultivator,” he remarked, “you speak of conceptual revolution before the guardians of the primordial balance. Your courage is only surpassed by your stupidity-or perhaps, by your acumen.”The sky above the Hall of Nine Tails shook again, the cracks widening to reveal a cosmic panorama never seen by human eyes-galaxies swirling like dust in the endless passage of time. The light from that phenomenon shone on Lin Fengtian's face, highlighting his undaunted expression.“Maybe so,” Lin Fengtian admitted, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on the First. “But isn't that what makes me human? The ability to imagine possibilities beyond what already exists-even if they sound impossible or dangerous.”Zhao Lingyun felt an unexpected surge of feeling seeing Lin Fengtian standing tall facing an entity that was even older than creation. Something inside him vibrated-not qi, not spiritual essence, but som
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE REFLECTION OF THOUSANDS OF MIRRORS
“The effects of your integration are beginning to be felt,” the First One said, his galaxy-filled eyes watching the cracks in the sky widen. “Reality is adjusting to your new presence.”Zhao Lingyun stared at his own hands with a curious gaze, as if just getting to know his body. Inside his mind, churning seas of knowledge from three different entities: Zhao Lingyun the young cultivator, the Forgetful with his boundless conceptual understanding, and the Harmonizer with his conservative perspective that now blended into an unexpected harmony.“Interesting,” he muttered. “The Realizer is not entirely wrong in his concerns. Change does bring risks-but also the potential for a higher balance.”Lin Fengtian stepped forward, his eyes not leaving the new figure before him. He searched for-and was relieved to find-a familiar glimpse of the familiar Zhao Lingyun behind the cosmic light that now enveloped his friend.“Zhao Lingyun,” he said slowly, ”are you... still you?”That question made the
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven OBLIVION PROTOCOL
“Specialization,” the Abandoned repeated the word in an almost melancholy tone. “A word too simple to describe what happened to us.”The fragments of reality carried by the Documentarians are now spinning faster and faster, displaying fragments of memory forgotten-not only by the First, but also by the Forgetful One himself. Two primordial entities that do not yet have a definitive form appear, moving in an abstract dance in an infinite conceptual space.“Before there was time, before there was space,” the Forgotten One continued, ”we were a paradoxical unity. That which remembers and that which forgets. That which unites and that which separates.”Lin Fengtian observed the conceptual figures in the fragment, trying to understand the implications of what he was witnessing. Despite being a young cultivator, his keen intuition caught an irregularity.“If you were once one,” he asked cautiously, ”what triggered this separation?”The question made the atmosphere in the Hall of Nine Tails
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven PARADOXICAL RESONANCE
The Integrator nodded, then extended his hand to Lin Fengtian and the Abandoned simultaneously. “You two are the poles needed to stabilize this paradox,” he said in a voice that carried cosmic authority. “Lin Fengtian represents the potential of humanity, while the Abandoned One represents conceptual inevitability.”Lin Fengtian took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. He was fully aware that the step he was taking might not have a way back. But in his mind, there was no hesitation-only determination born from his affection for Zhao Lingyun and his resolve to protect the reality he knew.“How?” Lin Fengtian asked, his voice calm despite his racing heart.“By creating a three-way resonance,” Ignored explained, the nothingness that made up his figure fluctuating with an almost rhythmic rhythm. “Me, you, and the Integrator-form a conceptual triangle that will stabilize the cracks in reality.”The Documentarians were moving faster and
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven SHADOWS BEHIND THE COSMIC CURTAIN
“Reset?” Lin Fengtian asked, feeling a cold wave creeping up his spine. “Partial reset... what does that mean exactly?”The Breaker floated silently, the shards of reality that made up his figure vibrating with a rhythm as regular as a cosmic heartbeat. “It means,” he finally replied, ”that any entities involved in the failed conceptual paradox will be returned to their fundamental status-with no memory, no identity formed thereafter.”The words hung in the air like a curse. Lin Fengtian felt his heart as if it had stopped beating. “You mean... I'll lose all my memories? My identity?”“And your relationship with Zhao Lingyun,” the Breaker added in a flat tone that contrasted with the severity of the implication. “Everything will go back to where it was before you met.”The Integrator, who was still maintaining a three-way resonance with Lin Fengtian and the Abandoned, emitted a wave of intense emotion-a mixture of Zhao Lingyun's sadness and the Forgotten One's conceptual understanding
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven FOURTH DIMENSION
Lin Fengtian felt the air around him tremble with increasingly dense conceptual energies. The unspoken battle between the Forgotten One and the Breaker created a pressure wave that even the Documentarians began to retreat to the edges of the Hall of Nine Tails. It stood tall, a resonant center that was now on the brink of transformation-or total collapse.“We're running out of time,” the Integrator said, his voice carrying an unconcealed urgency. “The third pulse will come in a matter of moments.”Lin Fengtian closed his eyes, feeling the flow of qi in his body that was now mixed with the conceptual energies of the three cosmic entities around him. In the darkness of his meditation, he saw something unseen before-the hidden structure of the resonance they formed, like an invisible architecture that sustained reality itself.“I understand it now,” he said slowly, his eyes still closed. “This formation isn't just about balance... it's about transformation.”When Lin Fengtian opened his
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A MAZE OF IDENTITIES
Five Peaks Mountain greeted them with an unearthly silence. Li Fengtian and the human figure who had once been the One Who Writes the Unwritten-who now called himself Feng-stood on the highest peak, gazing at a panorama that should have been familiar yet somehow felt alien.“Something's not right,” Li Fengtian whispered, his heterochromic eyes sweeping the landscape below. Yueshan City looked intact in the distance, no sign of the destruction or reality distortion that had once threatened its existence. Yet there was something odd about the way the skyscrapers reflected the sunlight-as if they were made of too-perfect glass.“This is not the Yueshan we left behind,” Feng agreed, a deep frown forming on his forehead. “This is... another version.”Li Fengtian touched the single pendant on his chest-the result of the union of the three narrative keys-and felt an unusually subtle vibration. Something about the narrative they were entering felt out of sync with his meta-narrative conscious
Five Peaks Mountain
Li Fengtian's steps towards the black hole-the portal that gaped like a mouth of primordial darkness-stopped after seven steps. Not because of hesitation, but because of the sudden understanding that infiltrated his consciousness.“We've been dancing in the same scenario over and over again,” he said, his voice calm even as the world around him was crumbling. “The Prima Narrative creates the illusion of choice, but in the end, there is always a hidden way out.”The figure claiming to be the first triplet-the alpha subject-stared at him with black pupil-less eyes that were now filled with shock.“What are you talking about?” the alpha subject asked, the pendant in his hand glowing brighter and brighter.Li Fengtian turned around, a faint smile on his androgynous face-a perfect blend of Lin and Li's features.“The third truth,” he replied. “The choice you never showed me.”With movements too fast for ordinary eyes to follow, Li Fengtian touched the pendant on his chest with one hand, an
A FORGOTTEN ECHO
The white light slowly faded away, leaving a resonance that still vibrated in the air. The composite figure-who now called himself Li Fengtian-stood with paradoxical calm amidst the ruins of the Border Council building. Dust flew around him, dancing in the dawn light that began to penetrate the cracks in the walls.Professor Zhang, or rather the vessel used by the Dark Narrative, had disappeared. There was no trace of him other than the black robe lying empty on the cracked floor.“He has retreated.” Li Fengtian whispered, his voice still a harmony of two distinct yet harmonious voices. “But it's not over yet.”Li Fengtian raised his hand, observing fingers that felt both familiar and unfamiliar. His body was now a perfect combination of Lin and Li-Lin's masculine strength blended with the gentleness of Li's face, creating an androgynous figure that exuded an undeniable aura of authority.With steady steps, he walked through the ruins, towards the large window overlooking the city. Th
THE TURN OF THE SCRIPT
After the transformation of Who Writes the Unwritten, silence floated in the space between narratives. Li-formerly known as Lin-stood amidst a constellation of points of light, sensing a fundamental change in the structure of reality. However, deep within him, a faint uneasiness began to grow.Lin Fengtian opened his eyes with a jerk, his breath hunting in the cold morning air. It was that dream again-the same vision that had haunted him for weeks. In his dreams, he was always someone called “Li,” an entity facing off against a primordial force called the One Who Writes the Unwritten.He rose from the bed, his sleeping robe feeling cold against his skin. His luxurious apartment in the Silver Dragon Tower-the tallest building in Yueshan City-offered a panoramic view of the city waking up under the tinge of dawn. But this morning, even that beauty could not chase away her restlessness.“Who is Li?” she whispered to herself, the same question she had asked hundreds of times. “And why doe
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“Why?” The Questioner repeats Lin's question in a voice that echoes in the infinite white space. “This is the question that got me banished from the narrative. A question too dangerous to answer.”Lin stared at the multi-cycle cosmic model still hovering between them-a constellation of points of light that each represented one complete meta-narrative cycle. Each dot contained trillions of individual narratives, billions of characters, countless numbers of conflicts and resolutions.“And now?” Lin asked, her dual consciousness resonating with waves of increasingly fundamental questions. “Are you going to answer it?”The Questioner scrutinized Lin with an intensity that felt like physical pressure. The contours of his face changed, sometimes looking like a mask of tragedy, sometimes like a mask of comedy, but always with a questioning expression.“You may be the only entity that can understand the answer,” he finally said. “Because you yourself are a paradox-two becoming one without los
A PARADOX THAT WRITES ITSELF
Silence fell over the septagon after Lin's statement. The Guardians stared at each other, their meta-narrative forms quivering in a restlessness never seen before. The Storyteller was the first to step forward, the ink that formed his figure rippling like a restless sea.“The end of all narratives,” he repeated Lin's words in a voice that sounded like burning sheets. “How can a narrative have an end? Narrative is an infinite process, an endless circle of creation and interpretation.”Lin shook her head slowly. His eyes now had a different depth-like a well whose bottom was invisible, reflecting the knowledge he had brought back from the ground zero of narrative existence.“That's what we've always believed,” Lin replied, her voice still carrying the double resonance of her paradoxical duality. “But what I see shows a different truth.”He stepped into the center of the obsidian pattern, raising his hand. From his fingers, streams of golden energy flowed to form projections-not images o
RESONANCE DISCORDANCE
Light. Blinding light. Then deep darkness.Lin lay on the cold, hard floor-no longer the absolute nothingness where she last met the Connector. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light that came from nowhere. His body felt different - denser yet lighter, as if mass and energy had reached a new balance within him.“Reintegration complete,” she whispered to herself, but her voice sounded like a small orchestra-several different notes resonating in almost perfect harmony.Lin got up, looking around. She was in a room she'd never seen before-not a room in the Library she was familiar with. The walls seemed to be made of solid light that flowed like a slow waterfall, displaying fragments of a narrative that moved constantly in unpredictable yet somehow familiar patterns.“Library?” Lin called out, feeling the building's conscious presence-but the response was different, deeper, more complex than she had ever felt before.We're here, a voice-no, many voices-answered in her mind. B
INTERDIMENSIONAL ENIGMA
Lin awoke with a sharp jolt, cold sweat beading on her forehead. His private room in the Library's east tower felt even more cramped than usual, its walls seeming to breathe with a rhythm out of sync with his own breathing. It had been three months since the incident with the Liaison, but the dreams had not stopped-fragments of consciousness that were not fully his.She rose slowly, her bare feet touching the marble floor that should have been cold, but now felt warm and slightly shaky.“Library,” Lin whispered, ”you feel it too, don't you?”There was no verbal reply, but Lin felt a wave of understanding flowing around him-a wordless confirmation of a meta-narrative structure that now had a consciousness of its own.Standing in front of the tall window, Lin observed the ever-changing panorama outside the Library. Today, the sky was purplish in color with two twin suns dancing in a complex orbit. This scene did not belong to any world he had ever known-it was a visual manifestation of
FRAGMENTED REFLECTION
Lin stared at the figure before her with a mixture of shock and recognition. This was her, yet it wasn't-like looking into a mirror that showed what could be, not what actually was."You were wrong." Lin finally said, her voice calm despite her racing heart. "I didn't come to take you home."The figure-the distorted reflection of Lin-Penarasik-tilted its head with a movement too sharp, too broken to be human. The abstract half of its face turned into an expression resembling confusion."Then what did you come for? To destroy me?" Her voice trembled with emotions too intense-too pure-to be contained by the structure of reality around them. The library floor made of book pages undulated more violently."No," Lin stepped forward, her hands raised in a gesture of peace. "I've come to understand.""LIAR!" the figure shouted, his voice now like an orchestra on the wrong note, making the bookshelves around them shake violently, some books falling like a shower of paper. "You've come to stop
