The first rays of morning light shine through the scattered vines above the courtyard of the Sanyu League, projecting between the broken stones of the ancient monument and the mossy brick seams. The air is filled with a faint floral scent, accompanied by a continuous low hum - that is the trickling water in the deep courtyard whispering in the stone channel outside the "Word Spirit Greenhouse", and it is also like countless Sanyu League members whispering in the woods.

  Aaron walked out slowly from the corner of the path, holding three feather talismans specially used for yesterday's trial in his hand, and the Shencizhe who followed him looked solemn. The fatigue after escaping in the middle of the night and accepting the test has not completely dissipated, but he knows that the real challenge has just begun.

  The "Heart Language Destroys Judgement" trial field is located in the other wing of the Word Spirit Greenhouse. A bronze door engraved with the three ancient seal characters "heart", "intention" and "order" slowly opened, revealing a space similar to a stone cave. The cave walls were inlaid with countless fragments of ancient characters, densely packed and mottled; a green chandelier hung from the top of the cave, flowing with a liquid like spiritual fluid, emitting a soft and distant chanting sound.

  Kyle stood at the entrance of the cave, wearing a light green robe, chanting slowly: "The one who destroys the heart language should use the true meaning to see the false words and judge the inside and outside."

  He waved his hand to signal Aaron to enter. Aaron took a deep breath and stepped into the cave with a firm gaze. The Sinking Speaker and the Mirror Speaker bowed slightly and waited quietly at the entrance.

  In the center of the cave stood a crystal altar, with the words "heart language" engraved on the top of the altar, and the divine light was ethereal. Kyle walked slowly to the back of the altar, took off a string of beads from his neck, and gently placed it on the stone seat in front of the altar: "This is a 'heart seal bead', which condenses the sincere oaths of the three scattered talkers and can inspire the inner image of the trial. You need to write the 'true words' with a pen within a limited time - spread all your fears, doubts and even the shackles you carry on paper. If you are perfunctory, the altar will record it as 'impure heart language' and immediately suffer the 'language purification spell' punishment; if you can respond sincerely, the altar will give you the 'heart language core', allowing you to gain resistance in subsequent construction. There is only three quarters of an hour."

  Aaron nodded and pinned the three seals on the inner pockets of the robe on his chest one by one. His movements were steady but full of trepidation. He knew that this battle was more cruel than any rune duel - it would hit your soul blade.

  Kyle turned around and pulled out a "spiritual consciousness shield" made of bronze and crystal. The light and shadow inside the shield flowed, like a vortex of emptiness that could devour memories and emotions: "The mind speech shield will synchronize your heartbeat and word frequency. Any cover-up and fabrication will be amplified, distorted, and backfired. After entering, please be sure to keep your true meaning."

  Aaron took a deep breath, and his fingers touched the parchment in front of the altar. He felt the magic energy churning in his body. He raised the feather pen, and a trace of light blue ink oozed out of the tip of the pen, and slowly wrote the first line:

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  "Fear, silently sneaking in the night. It pushed me into the unknown abyss and made my soul tremble."

  Before he finished speaking, the green torchlight in the spiritual consciousness shield suddenly flashed, and a cold breath spread from inside to outside. Aaron's heart was shocked, and he felt that his mind was full of illusions of him fainting under the abandoned bell tower and the panic of being hunted in the dark corners of the old city. The tip of the pen froze instantly——

  Kyle whispered: "Continue!"

  Aaron swallowed hard, holding back the fear in his heart, and put the pen down again:

  "But fear is also a mirror that reflects the most real desire. No matter how the strange fire burns, I long to control the words, to destroy the false with my pen, and to redeem with my mind."

  Suddenly, he felt a warm light ignited somewhere in his body. The crystal beads on the top of the altar suddenly glowed with golden light, reflecting the heart-printed beads. The chanting sound of the blue chandelier also turned soft, like a mother's whisper.

  Kyle's expression moved slightly: "Continue to write your bond."

  Aaron closed his eyes, and his thoughts quickly went back: the days when he and his mentor read the fragments of the scrolls together at the Vestulan Academy; the mentor once dropped a "Sealing Talisman" on his forehead, which made him have the first trace of awe for words; in the depths of the "Well of Memory", he almost lost all his memories, but also gained the opportunity of "Memory Engraving"; in the seventh structural area, side by side with the Sinking Words, he saw the eyes of his allies - that was the call of humanity and freedom.

  He held the pen tightly, and the tip of the pen danced rapidly:

  "I was expelled from the academy, labeled as a "heretic", and even almost completely annihilated by the Sealing Order. But I don't want to give up, because every line of text in this world carries the breath of life, freedom and hope. If I can't write down my true heart, how can I bring comfort and strength to others?"

  The light in the spiritual consciousness shield suddenly burst out, and a golden rune chain appeared in front of Aaron's chest, like a heart lock, surrounding his body. The heart seal beads and rune beads on the altar turned into countless light spots and slowly fell into his chest.

  Kyle said loudly: "Pass!"

  The crystal altar trembled, and the broken text inscriptions returned to their original positions as a perfect totem - it was an ancient rune composed of the three words "heart", "intention" and "emotion", like a dazzling heart core, embedded in the center of the altar.

  Heart Language Core·Lv.1 Activated

  Effect: The first line of defense against polluted words; when the heart language resonates, it can dispel a low-level language intrusion.

  Host: Aaron Weir (Sanyu League·Heart Language Trialist)

  Remaining effect: 3 times

  A warm current surged from Aaron's palm, and his magic power and mental load suddenly decreased, and the whole person seemed to be healed by the breeze. He looked up, and there was no confusion and fear in his eyes, only determination and persistence.

  The Mirror Speaker walked from the entrance with a smile on his face: "Congratulations on passing the Heart Language Extermination Trial. A true prose speaker must first learn to judge his own heart before he can implant light in the depths of others' souls. Next, the second trial is "Flow of Mind Realm."

  Aaron nodded gently and put the notebook and the talisman into his arms, but he felt a flash of electricity in his mind - that was the trace of the Sealing Order, still tracking his language energy.

  Sealing Order·Remote Incorporation Phase Continues

  Tracking Spell Structure·Word Lock Vibration Continues

  Note: The latest coordinates of the Sealing Writer are offset to the Southern Suburbs Prose Alliance

  His chest tightened slightly, but everything was under control:

  "It's time to let the 'Prose Light' illuminate this darkness."

  The three smiled at each other and walked out of the trial cave. In the distance, the morning mist has gradually dissipated, a new day is opening, and the road to freedom of words has just begun.