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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
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven INTER-REALITY FOG
The neutral space between dimensions looked like an endless silver mist, filled with fragments of reality floating like shapeless shards of glass. Lin Fengtian stood at the threshold of the crack, his gaze sharp and calculating while he surveyed the scene before him. Behind him, the conceptual tetrahedron formations were still rotating slowly, maintaining the balance they had just painstakingly achieved.“Creating deliberate paradoxes,” the Shadow Master said from Lin Fengtian's side, ”is a violation of the fundamental principle of Shadow Path cultivation. This is the path of no return, my disciple.”Lin Fengtian turned to his mentor. In his eyes there was a firm determination, no longer the gaze of a doubting disciple, but of a cultivator who had understood his position in the cosmic order.“Master,” he said in a respectful yet firm tone, ”sometimes cultivation paths must evolve when faced with unprecedented threats.”The Breaker stepped forward, the fragments of reality that made up
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven FRAGMENTED REFLECTION
Lin Fengtian felt a strong impulse in his remaining soul-the existential link that connected him to the paradox of life he had just created. That connection trembled with painful intensity, like a string being pulled too tight until it was about to break. The paradoxical entity-the half of his soul that now had an independent consciousness-emitted increasingly strong distortion waves, causing the fabric of the neutral space around them to contort and twist unnaturally.“Lin Fengtian,” the Forgotten One said with an urgency rarely seen from primordial entities, ”that entity isn't just vibrating. It is... evolving.”The Shadow Master stepped forward, a defensive cultivation formation having activated around his body. “This is the reason why the Soul Shadow Separation technique should only be performed under controlled conditions,” he said in a tense tone. “Without a proper unification ritual, the separated consciousness will find its way back by any means.”“No,” Lin Fengtian denied, hi
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven INCOMPLETE ACCEPTANCE
Lin Fengtian felt the meaning of the Balancer's words seep into every cell of his body. Incompleteness was a concept that he had always avoided throughout his cultivation journey. For a cultivator, perfection was the ultimate goal, completeness the highest achievement. But now, half of his soul had turned into a cosmic entity telling him that he must accept this incompleteness as his destiny.“Half of my soul has become part of you.” Lin Fengtian said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “What's left of me now? Half human? Half cultivator?”The Balancer looked at him, his white eyes sparkling with an understanding that transcended time. “What's left of you, Lin Fengtian, is the purest essence of your humanity-a part that can never be divided or separated. The human soul is not like a fruit that can be cut into two identical halves. When you separate the soul, what is created are two different entities that originate from the same source.”The Shadow Master stepped forward, his face sh
The Gate of Eternity Curse of Heaven A DEEP-ROOTED ILLUSION
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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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
PARADOCAL IMAGES
Thousands of shards of memory scattered like broken glass, each reflecting a fragment of the life Lin Fengtian had lived but never remembered. He drowned in the sea of the Last One's consciousness, sucked into a vortex of memories that were both unfamiliar and familiar.“You make the same mistakes...” the whisper came from nowhere, echoing in the mental dimension he now inhabited. “You always choose the same path...”Lin Fengtian tried to maintain his consciousness, forming a mental shield like Elder Yi had taught him. However, the memories were too strong, too real, that he was unable to distinguish between himself and the Last One.“I'm not him,” Lin Fengtian confirmed to himself, his voice echoing in the void. “I'm different.”“Really?” the whisper returned. “Look...”A memory emerged with painful intensity-Lin Fengtian, or a version of himself from the previous cycle, stood before the half-open Paradox Door. In his hands, Mei Ling lay weak, her blood flowing in intricate patterns
