The Void Above, the Real Below

The Composite Voice was still formed from the congealed voices of hundreds and thousands. When one spoke, layer upon layer of tones overlapped, strange yet imbued with majesty.

Yet the meaning behind those words set the two uninvited guests thinking in their own ways.

"What does that mean?"

A question rose from Red Seat's thoughts, but before he could receive an answer, the scene around them changed. Streams of Literary Thought converged, most containing intents such as "the heart of a fool, muddled and murky," "one who strides cannot walk," and "man takes flowing water as a mirror," describing the nature of how people conducted themselves and how they thought.

Such intents surged in like a swarm, and within the Literary Web, even Intent Spirits like Junzuo and Red Seat had nowhere to evade. In an instant, they were enveloped, and the intents seeped into their own realms—

Seepage was inherently mutual. To penetrate an object, one inevitably had to establish staggered connections with it, making separation naturally difficult.

But as this seepage occurred, the two Intent Spirits abruptly discovered that their formless, intangible true bodies had become much heavier. Two fleshly bodies actually emerged, falling from the sky and landing amid the crimson aura.

"So, this is meant to seal us within fleshly bodies? But this fleshly body is not real either. It is formed by thoughts joined with intent, visualized into being... Oh? It even contains mortal memories. Quite lifelike. But do not think this can delude us..." The man Red Seat had become looked much the same as he had in the palace. With a cold laugh, he raised his hand, intending to activate his intent divine ability. Yet the intent flowed from his palm and, before it could spread, was drawn in by the crimson aura