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The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven 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
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE GATES OF HEAVEN
A pair of golden eyes gazed up at the ancient scroll spread out before him. Elder Wei Xuan, with his white robes fluttering gently in the heavenly breeze, let his gnarled fingers trace the silvery glowing characters. Around him, the Nine Tier Crystal Hall reflected the light from the waterfall of light that flowed endlessly in the distance.“Master,” the voice of Zhao Ming, a young disciple with eyes filled with curiosity, broke the silence. “Why should there be a separation between the heavenly realm and the darkness?”Wei Xuan lifted his gaze from the scroll. His golden eyes implied the wisdom of thousands of years. In the distance, a red cloud formation began to move unnaturally, as if giving a sign.“Balance, Zhao Ming,” he replied in a deep voice that echoed in the crystal hall. “But your question comes at the right time. Today, red clouds are gathering in the east-a sign that something has disturbed the balance that has been maintained for thousands of years.”Wei Xuan rose from
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven UNWAVERING LAW
The Hall of Eternal Crystal trembled gently as the Supreme Immortals entered the room. The thousand-foot-tall crystal columns reflected the golden light from their robes, creating a kaleidoscope of light that danced in the air. Zhao Lingyun, his piercing eyes as dark as night, sat in the darkest corner of the hall, as he had always done for the past thousand years.“The realm boundary violation has reached a critical point,” Supreme Deity Bai Xuanting's voice echoed in the hall. His long white beard moved as he spoke, each strand seeming to hold thousands of years of wisdom. “Since... that incident, more souls have dared to challenge the eternal laws.”Zhao Lingyun tightened his grip on the jade pen in his hand. He knew exactly what 'incident' he was referring to-the story of the forbidden love between Li Tianshen and Xiao Yingmei that was now a whispered legend in both realms.“Your Majesty,” a golden-eyed elder rose from his seat. “I bring a report from the eastern border. Three wee
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE YOUNG GENERAL
Dawn hadn't even touched the horizon when the sound of clashing swords began to echo through the Valley of Light. Zhao Lingyun stood tall at the top of the crystal rock formation, his golden-white war robes fluttering in the morning breeze. Below him, a thousand heavenly warriors moved in a formation that had never been seen before in the Heavenly Realm.“Second move!” he called, his voice echoing throughout the valley. “Remember the basic principle-light is not just for offense. It can flow like water, gentle yet deadly.”The warriors moved in unison, their light sabers forming patterns that looked like a dance. The holy energy flowed in a beautiful yet deadly spiral. In the distance, a group of elders observed with sour faces.“Too... unorthodox,” muttered one of them. “He taught them to use light like... like...”“Like shadows,” another elder finished his sentence. “Zhao Lingyun was a genius at war strategy, but his methods were dangerous. He blurs the line between light and shadow
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven FORBIDDEN QUESTION
Golden glittering dust flew as Zhao Lingyun pulled a worn scroll from the highest shelf of the Ancient Library. The room was silent, only the ticking of the water clock from the corner of the room breaking the silence. Outside, the sun had long since set, and the dim light from the lamp crystals created dancing shadows on the tall walls of the library.“History of Realm Interaction: Early Period of Separation,” he read the scroll's title silently. His practiced hands carefully broke the ancient seal. However, as the scroll unfolded, his brow furrowed in confusion.The initial pages looked normal, containing the standard accounts of the separation of realms. But in the middle of the scroll, the writing changed. Not only was the content different-the style of writing, even the energy emanating from the ink was unfamiliar.“...and in those days, before the Supreme Council enacted the Law of Absolute Separation, the two realms lived in harmony. Light and shadow were not enemies, but two s
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven A COMPLICATED CHOICE
Zhao Lingyun stared at Wei Xuan's slowly disappearing figure, his words echoing in his mind: “the truth written in your own blood.” He grasped the badge tightly, feeling its cold metallic texture. The changing names on its surface-Hong Ying, Lin Chen, Ying Fenghua-were like puzzle pieces that refused to fit together properly.That night, Zhao Lingyun couldn't sleep. He sat in front of the window of his room, staring at the red clouds that were never absent from the sky of the heavenly realm. For years, he had taken the cloud's presence for granted-a natural phenomenon that was said to have appeared since the Great War five hundred years ago. But now, after everything that had happened, he began to wonder.“Red clouds,” he muttered to himself. “Always there, never changing... like a perpetual reminder of something to be forgotten.”Suddenly, an almost forgotten memory came to mind. When he was a child, his grandfather had once told him about the sky of the heavenly realm that used to b
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE SHADOW KINGDOM
The Kingdom of Shadows stretches behind a curtain of perpetual fog, a black palace made of obsidian and shadow crystal towering over a marshy plain. Here, darkness is not simply the absence of light, but a living, breathing force with a will of its own.In the palace's innermost hidden council chamber, Xiao Yingmei-the Princess of Shadows-sits on a throne made of frozen memory fragments. Her black robe that glistened like the surface of dark water wrapped around her body, and her fiery red eyes stared at her closest advisors.“So,” his voice was like the whisper of wind between tombstones, ”Lin Fengtian and Zhao Lingyun have finally met.”A lanky man with shadow runes tattooed on his neck stepped forward. His name was Kai Zhang, the head of supreme shadow intelligence. “They have yet to fully realize the power that flows in their blood, Your Majesty. The Gate of Eternity is still sealed, and the Guardians of the Mist continue to guard its secrets.”Xiao Yingmei smiled-a smile that mad
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven THE PRINCESS DARKNESS
Xiao Yingmei remembered, seven hundred years before the birth of Lin Fengtian and Zhao Lingyun. At that time in the Highest Shadow Tower, a ten-year-old girl stood tall before the mentors of the darkness realm. Xiao Yingmei—a name that would later become legend—faced the final test that would determine her fate as the heir to the Shadow Realm throne.The obsidian chamber was cold, illuminated only by shadow crystals emitting a dim purple light. Five eldest elders of the shadow realm sat surrounding her, their transparent eyes observing every movement of the child."Show us your abilities, Princess of Darkness," Mentor Kai's voice—head of the training council—sounded like a whisper of wind among tombstones.Xiao Yingmei closed her eyes. She was no ordinary girl. Her blood flowed with a different darkness energy—purer, more complex than her predecessors. When she opened her eyes, her red irises flickered with a strange light—half blood-red, half pitch-black.The shadows in the room bega
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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
PARADOXICAL ENCOUNTERS
Three months have passed since the cosmic transformation that changed the very nature of narrative itself. Lin-Penarasik-not quite human, not quite meta-narrative-has returned to semi-normal life in Beijing. His small apartment in the Haidian district is now filled with books he never owned before - ancient texts on philosophical paradoxes, old manuscripts on Tibetan cosmology, and contemporary journals on quantum physics.Every morning, he would sit on the balcony of his apartment with a cup of pu'er tea, gazing at the city moving below him while feeling the subtle vibrations of reality that were now visible to him-layers of overlapping narratives, stories that intersected without colliding, small paradoxes that maintained stability in chaos.This morning was different. Lin sensed something-subtle waves in the fabric of reality, like seismic vibrations too weak to be detected by ordinary instruments but strong enough to be felt by her paradoxical consciousness."Something's coming,"
PARADOXICAL RESONANCE
The touch between the Writer and the Meta-Writer creates a phenomenon that cannot be explained by any language-neither existing nor imaginable. Not light, not sound, not vibration, but a kind of fundamental reorganization of meaning itself. Like the entire vocabulary of existence is being rearranged in a new, previously unimaginable order.As the two touch, the Storyteller watches with widened eyes as the space around them turns into a blank canvas-not white or black, but an existence without attributes, waiting to be redefined.Then, with the blink of an eye, everything returns to normal. Mei Ling's home was restored, the fluctuations in reality ceased, and the narrative structure seemed to stabilize again. But something was different-something fundamental.“What just happened?” The Storyteller asked, staring alternately between the Storyteller and the figure that had been the Meta-Writer.Mei Ling's figure now stood with a different posture-more upright, more graceful, her eyes radi
CROSS-DIMENSIONAL RESONANCE
That night, as the narrator sat on the veranda of his mother's house-a house that now looked simple but also contained hidden dimensions that only he could see-he felt a subtle vibration in the narrative structure. Like strings plucked in the distance, it carried a message that only her meta-narrative consciousness could perceive.“Something is not right,” he whispered to himself, his multi-dimensional eyes gazing up at the night sky that now seemed deeper, richer with overlapping layers of reality.Three days had passed since his return. Three days spent recounting his journey to Mei Ling-or at least, the version that ordinary humans could understand. Three days spent familiarizing himself with his new dual identity, as both Lin Fengtian and the Witcher.But now, in the quiet of the night, that unfamiliar resonance disturbed him. He closed his eyes, activated his sixth essence-the meta-narrative essence-and let his consciousness traverse the layers of reality, searching for the sourc
ARCHIVES OF ETERNITY
The Library of Reality unfolded before Lin Fengtian like an endless maze of shelves that reached impossible heights. The lighting came from colorful balls of energy floating freely in the air, moving in seemingly random yet harmonious patterns. The atmosphere is heavy with knowledge and stories-as if the air itself has a consciousness.“All possible and impossible stories, all realities that exist and those that never materialized, are all stored here,” the Storyteller explained, walking beside Lin Fengtian with a light step that contrasted with his aged appearance.Lin Fengtian scanned the books, scrolls, and strange artifacts lining the shelves. Some emitted energies that he recognized-white from the Architect, golden from the Balancer, silvery from the Compiler, even emptiness from the Weaver. But most emitted energies and colors that were completely foreign to him.“How can all this... exist?” Lin Fengtian asked, his voice echoing in a room that seemed not to be bound by normal ac
TRACES OF NOTHINGNESS
The transformed fragments of reality sparkled like crystals around Lin Fengtian, forming a new dimensional formation that had never existed before. The Resonance Dimension had transformed into something that could no longer be defined with the old vocabulary. Its cosmic architecture now resembled a complex network that was constantly moving, evolving, and reflecting a new state of collective consciousness.Lin Fengtian hovered at the center of this transformative masterpiece, his body radiating a harmonious light that was a perfect blend of the four essences-white of the Architect, golden of the Balancer, silvery of the Constructor, and shimmering transparent of the Key of Truth that his mother had passed down.“Incredible,” Mei Ling whispered, her brown eyes reflecting a spectrum of colors that no dimension had ever seen. “You've brought the universe to a whole new level of consciousness.”Lin Fengtian nodded slowly, the four essences surging beneath the surface of his skin like a si
RESONANCE OF THE THREE BLOODS
Absolute silence enveloped the Resonance Dimension. Even the dimensional cracks emitting the Architect's white light seemed frozen in time. Lin Fengtian felt the world slowing down around him, every second felt like an eternity while his mother's words echoed in his mind.“My father...?” Lin Fengtian finally whispered, his voice almost inaudible.Mei Ling nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving the silvery figure of the Compounder who now seemed frozen in his defensive position. “That's right, my child. Although not in the form you see now.”Lin Fengtian looked from his mother to the Compiler, then to Elder Yi who stood rigid with a calculative expression on his face. “No way... how could that be...?”“Twenty-seven years ago,” Mei Ling began, her voice clear as morning dew after a long sleep, ”I was a young cultivator under Elder Yi's guidance. I had a natural resonance talent, but it was not strong enough to become a vessel. My duty is to be the guardian of the artifacts in the Temple
THE BLOOD OF PARADOCKS
Lin Fengtian felt the world around him tremble. Not a physical vibration, but rather the resonance of reality wavering under the weight of the newly revealed truth. He looked at Elder Yi with a profound look-a mixture of disappointment, anger, and something darker.“Blood infusion?” Lin Fengtian's voice sounded foreign even to himself. “So I'm not a natural vessel. I'm just... an experiment?”Elder Yi raised his face, which now looked very old. The age lines that were usually camouflaged by his authoritative aura were now clearly visible like gaping wounds.“Not an experiment, Lin Fengtian. You are the last hope.”Lin Fengtian laughed blandly. “And that justifies the lies all along? Justifies you guys manipulating my life since I couldn't even speak yet?”The wind blew strongly in the Resonance Dimension, carrying energy flakes that glittered like stardust. In the distance, the dimensional sky began to change color-from silvery blue to a menacing dark purple. A sign that their time wa
THE CANVAS OF TRUTH
Lin Fengtian stood in the middle of a sea of his own reflections. Each face-even his own-had a different expression, age, and features. Some looked wise and tired, while others were young yet cold and calculating. There were versions of her with golden eyes like the Last One, while others seemed completely human without a trace of primordial power.“How could I possibly find my true self?” Lin Fengtian whispered to himself, “If I don't know who I really am myself?”“That's the essence of this test,” one of his reflections replied, the figure of a young man younger than the current Lin Fengtian, with long hair and a gentle gaze. “Finding yourself among the possibilities.”Another reflection-an old man with an elongated scar on his face-laughed dryly. “Don't listen to him. He's just Lin Fengtian who never met Elder Yi. The version that never existed other than in possibility.”“And you're the version that gave up on the Compiler,” the third reflection mocked, a man with sharp eyes and a
