A True God's Corpse? The Corpse of a Name Holder?

In the Abyss Core Layer, the flowing Gray-Gold Mist went still.

Everyone turned in unison and stared at Little White in midair.

"Name Holding..." Huang Yan bit out the words, his facial muscles twitching. The Shattered World Phantom behind him flickered without pause, betraying the violent turmoil deep within his True Spirit.

"Little White, explain," Yang Yu said, looking at her.

Little White landed on the Grey Gold Ground. Her silver-white eyes held none of their usual bluster. Instead, they carried a coldness born of the Heavenly Dao itself.

She had not spoken since Zhi Xing used Zhi Xing Fate-Breaking. It was not because she was bored. Her Heavenly Dao instincts had been turning one detail over and over: when the shadow outside the door said "Jin," every lingering rule of the Inverted Battlefield had trembled. It had not felt like they were seeing their master. It had felt more like they were seeing a robber of equal standing.

"When the Fifth Step Fragment first fused, the God of All Machines drew on the Abyss Origin to run a deduction at the most fundamental level." Little White raised her hand and pulled a thread representing higher-dimensional Causality from the Void.

"What does the Sixth Step, 'Name Holding,' that everyone talks about in Hongmeng actually mean?" Little White looked at the five Order Breaking Old Freaks.

Gu Shan's voice sank. "Carve your True Name into the boundless Hongmeng. Let the Myriad Worlds reflect your being and All Beings chant your name, so you endure through the ages. That is Name Holding."

Huang Yan nodded. "I've excavated several ancient tombs on the edge of Hongmeng. Their murals and damaged jade slips said the same thing. To reach the Sixth Step, you must make Hongmeng acknowledge who you are."

"Wrong."

Little White snapped