A DEEP-ROOTED ILLUSION
Author: Haiistory
last update2025-04-01 09:00:04

The Full Pavilion loomed on the east side of the Purple Cloud Academy, its circular structure with a curved silver roof reflecting the movement of the moon in the night sky. Lin Fengtian stepped up the white marble stairs, each step feeling heavier than usual. Not only because of the emptiness in his soul that still felt unfamiliar, but also because of the burden of new knowledge he was now carrying.

Two guard disciples bowed respectfully when he arrived at the main entrance. “Lin-shixiong, Elder Yi is waiting in the Silver Hall of Reflection,” one of them informed him.

Lin Fengtian nodded and stepped inside the pavilion. The air inside felt heavier, laden with spiritual energy that had accumulated over the centuries of meditation and cultivation performed in this place. But with his new senses, he could now sense something else beneath the spiritual energy-a thin layer of conceptual distortion that was almost undetectable.

Even here, he thought. The Architect's influence had infiltra
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