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The book was cold in his hands.
Zayn sat alone beneath the pale blue light of the cavern, Yanyu resting far behind him. The First Sealbreaker had vanished, leaving behind only his cryptic words and the shimmering manual. The pages of the book pulsed—not with ink, but with live code, flowing like a river of glowing threads.
A single command appeared:
“Would you like to access your true origin?”
Zayn hesitated.
He had come far—from being mocked as a trash husband with no cultivation, to facing down Marrow and surviving the impossible. Still, some part of him clung to the fear that the truth might break him.
But he had learned something
