Down in the center of the black basalt ring, the pitch-black Original-Script Fate Chains hissed like freezing iron serpents as they coiled tighter around fourteen-year-old Gu Nian’s boots and ankles!
Wake up, Chaos Demon King! the cold black script-ink whispered frantically into Gu Nian’s ears, burning every last drop of Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s remaining 3.0% Protagonist Halo to thicken the black fog overhead. *Your father’s warmth is just an anomaly! Your happy family is an unscripted glitch!
The universe only understands blood, betrayal, and solitude! Let your Darkening Meter rise past 90% and tear this world apart!*
On Gu Nian’s system status panel, the needle on his [Darkening Meter: 0.0%] trembled under the full-power assault of the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s forbidden madness array.
Yet fourteen-year-old Gu Nian didn’t even look down at the black chains around his ankles.
Instead, he tilted his head back and looked straight up toward the Supreme Patriarch’s VIP Balcony two hundred yards above the ring!
“Look at him!” Gu Wuji laughed hoarsely through his bloody teeth on the other side of the ring.
“He’s trying to look up at the VIP box for help—but my Original-Script Ink Dome is ten layers thick! Not even Rank 9 light can penetrate this madness fog from the outside! Inside this dome, he can’t see or hear his family at all!”
