Yan returned to the shrine chamber for the scripture’s final circulation. The complete sequence lay open on the table, checked against the original and copied into his notebook. Qinghe sat inside the room with the monitoring slate; Gu and Mera waited outside the threshold.
The final section asked him to gather his soul around a clear intention, then release the distortions that interrupted concentration. Qinghe wrote his pulse and the hour on the slate. Gu checked the ward marks from the threshold and confirmed the line was quiet. Mera stood beside him with the original safely sealed away; only the checked copy lay in front of Yan. The room had been prepared by the custodians, but none of them were needed to activate the art. Yan had the complete sequence and could perform it himself. Yan chose to see his life clearly, including the parts he could not repair. The memory list remained beside the lamp: parents, sister, furnace crew, Orchard families, and the moments that belonged to each of them.
He began the circulation. It moved through the sequence without resistance. The scripture’s ordinary emotional dulling pressed against his attachments, but the System reversed that intrinsic harm into deeper clarity. The focus remained. He felt the room, the people at the door, and the memories he had selected without losing the thread of the practice.
