Origin Source Was Law, Sending Help When It Was Needed Most

A bright corner of the Emperor's Tomb Village library.

Old Paper Pile spread the Huan Yin Clan's Building Platform Handbook across the stone table. He pressed a fingertip against the sound-wave diagrams on the page and followed the clues, digging deeper.

Every so often, he picked up his pen and carefully recorded the Primal sound patterns the Huan Yin Clan had used when building sacrificial altars.

Two days later, Old Paper Pile finally put down his pen.

He picked up his notebook and checked it over and over, confirming that every detail was accurate before letting out a long breath. Yet excitement still churned in his eyes. The next moment, he opened the guild chat and typed a message:

"Brothers, I did it."

"Holy crap, you actually dug it out?" A shout of surprise instantly erupted in the channel.

"Tell us everything! What happened? I'm dying of curiosity over here."

Seeing his guildmates peppering him with questions, Old Paper Pile smiled and tapped at the screen:

"I've made some initial progress, but I'm still a long way from truly cracking the altar..."

With the channel flooding him with impatient messages, Old Paper Pile skipped the background and went straight to the point:

"The altar's password is actually a poem, made up of 18 different sound patterns—or syllables, if you prefer. Each syllable corresponds to a specific fluctuation in the rules. The source of those fluctuations is the Verity Series Primal Monsters we're hunting. The Huan Yin Clan found a rhythm that came close to defining sound patterns through these Primal Monsters and Law Beasts."

After speaking, he copied the contents of his notebook to the forum and started a video call.

One by one, the avatars of his friends on the call lit up. All 28 of them watched him