Chapter 10: The Relic of Forgotten Scripts
Under the dim light of a crescent moon, Li Tianyu journeyed toward the ancient ruins rumored to lie beyond Cloudveil's eastern border — the Hall of Forgotten Scripts. This place was whispered about in the oldest sect legends, said to house relics lost to time and fate.
His heart beat steadily, fueled by a strange pull from the Life Script Panel. The black quill hummed faintly in his hand, as if guiding him forward.
The Hall was a crumbling temple swallowed by vines and shadows. Inside, walls were inscribed with faint, glowing runes — words that seemed to shift when he blinked.
At the center of the main chamber lay a pedestal, atop which rested a small, intricately carved box. The moment Tianyu touched it, the Life Script Panel flared with brilliance.
Opening the box revealed a parchment, ancient and fragile, inscribed with countless flowing lines of script — the original draft of a Life Script Panel.
As Tianyu's fingers traced the symbols, a voice echoed in his mind — familiar, soft, and yet impossibly distant.
> "You seek to rewrite destiny, but beware — every script bears the author's burden. Some endings are sealed by the ink of eternity."
Suddenly, the room trembled. The shadows shifted, and the faint figure of the girl without a script appeared beside him.
Her silver eyes gleamed in the dark.
"Not all scripts are meant to be read," she said quietly. "And some stories begin only when the last page is torn."
Tianyu clenched the black quill tighter.
"Then let me write the pages they fear."
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