The wind on the mountain of the stele was surging, and the golden text on the stele was still slowly shining, as if the soul world itself was responding to the changes brought by Aaron.

  Aaron stood in front of the stele for a long time, until the fluctuations in the depths of his soul gradually calmed down, then he turned and went down the mountain and returned to the corridor courtyard where his mentor Youying was.

  "Are you sure you want to start looking for the oath page left by your father?" Youying did not hand out a new round of life-language handouts as usual, but asked this question directly.

  Aaron nodded, his voice low but firm:

  "I have seen that oath page sealed under the seven-fold life law many times in my dreams."

  "And the talisman fragments left to me by my father... its structure is derived from the words of the three-fold life law, which means that he did not fail in the oath structure, but was blocked by someone."

  Youying was silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and took out a bronze folded page from the spirit pattern niche, on which was engraved an extremely complex logical chain of inscriptions.

  "This is the [Legacy Page·Section 1] that your father left behind at the Soul Academy."

  "It was originally sealed at the bottom of the Forbidden Book Tower. You are not qualified to touch it... But now, your soul has passed through the 'Gate of Life' and has the right to independently modify logic."

  "Go."

  Aaron took the legacy page, and as soon as he touched it, his mind immediately roared and echoed.

  ——Deep in the soul, it seemed that some closed memory chain was awakened, and a series of broken pictures flashed out:

  The sky was broken, and the sea of ??talismans collapsed.

  A tower of falling words embedded in the mountains was engulfed in flames, and countless language emblems burned in the air.

  A figure - that was his father, Alok Brecht, holding the talisman blade in his left hand, holding the glowing oath page in his right hand, whispering some hidden "truth":

  "If I die, remember never to trust the 'writer of the language rules'"

  The picture broke.

  Aaron suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale. He had only read less than a third of the pages left when he sensed a strong tracking backlash structure.

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  This page of oath was under a very strong "reverse logic curse".

  As long as the interpreter tries to restore the core language chain, the tracking will be triggered.

  "Your father discovered some truth before his death." Shadow whispered, "And that truth - is probably related to the structure of the soul system itself."

  Aaron looked out the window at the direction of the soul tower, his eyes cold.

  He could no longer just seek to improve the stability of his soul in the "Spell Language Art" as he did when he first entered the academy.

  He must - go deep into the bottom of the entire system to find the imprisoned true language and restore his father's lost oath.

  The next morning.

  Aaron put on a dark gray robe to cover the core symbol of the "Speech Heart Oath", leaving only the mark of an ordinary rune apprentice.

  He did not notify his mentor, nor did he enter the academy's information hall, but quietly went to the marginal area - the Fengci Old Classics Hall.

  This is the most marginal spiritual language storage place of the Soul Academy, which stores language structures that have been abandoned, rejected, and even tabooed in history.

  He memorized the structure of the fragments left by his father, and compared them repeatedly in the old library. Finally, he found a similar logic in an almost decayed fragment:

  "When the soul structure reaches the 'constant position of language rules', all wills will be included in the main control logic... If you want freedom, you can only establish a new oath from the 'disordered language'."

  Aaron's face changed slightly.

  This is the record of the free speech school, a branch that has been completely denied in the language system.

  They advocate that language should not be fixed to rules, but should retain "ambiguity" and "illogicality" as a tool for expanding individual will.

  This is contrary to the rules maintained by the "Soul System".

  "Could it be that my father... is a member of the 'free speakers'?"

  He suddenly remembered that his father had gone to the disordered border in the north when he was young - the land of virtual chanting, which was the birthplace of language differences in the old era.

  "I have to go there."

  Aaron closed the remaining pages silently, his eyes firm.

  But just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door of the Old Classics Hall was suddenly blocked by a black spiritual wind.

  A figure slowly appeared. He was wearing a gray-white writer's robe, and the words "Ju Gui" were engraved on his shoulder badge.

  "Aaron Brecht." He said in a cold tone, with contempt in his eyes, "You violated the authority structure and tried to access the sealed relics."

  "According to Article 42 of the Soul Rules - anyone who privately studies the remains of the Free Speech Faction will be deprived of the right to construct language."

  Aaron's eyes were calm.

  "Are you... the Ju Gui Writer?"

  "Yes." The man walked closer step by step, "I was ordered by the Central Language City to observe you, the 'system fluctuator'."

  "Now it seems that you have deviated from the track."

  A rune pen appeared in his hand, and a full four-fold soul halo rose from behind him, pressing the space to collapse.

  Aaron knew that today's battle was unavoidable.

  But he did not retreat. Instead, he slowly pulled out the short rune blade behind him and ignited the innermost flame of will of the "Speech Heart Oath".

  "If the 'Life Soul System' cannot accommodate those who seek the truth."

  "Then, I will reconstruct it."

  Boom!

  The two figures suddenly collided, the oath was agitated, the runes were shining, and the life soul storm instantly swept the entire Old Classics Hall.