Wall of Obsessions

The golden yellow trembled for a long time. Then it made its choice—it gently settled on Lin Ye's shoulder, like a fallen leaf finding ground where it could rest. It did not merge into the cloak, nor was it reclaimed. It simply "stayed there."

The second color drifted over. It was a deep indigo that had once represented the "Sea of Wisdom." It settled on Lin Ye's other shoulder.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth—more and more colors rose from the gloom and drifted toward Lin Ye. They did not merge into his cloak; they merely settled upon him, on his shoulders, arms, and the edges of his cloak.

All sixty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-seven colors found their places. Lin Ye sat there, covered from head to toe in countless colors, like a painted statue.

Harmonic Leaptone's tears finally fell. Not from sorrow, but because she had never seen such a gentle sight before—an existence sitting there, doing nothing, simply allowing those forgotten colors to decide whether they wished to be remembered.

Myriad Faces reflected Lin Ye's current appearance across its mirrored surface. Those colors began to glow anew upon him—not because they had been activated, but because they had been seen. For the first time in endless eras, an existence had seen every one of them for what they were.

On Primordial Source's cloak, thirty-seven billion stars lit up at once. The obsessions of the Zero Era were saying—We see them too.

When the final color—a pure white that had once represented "eternity"—fell into Lin Ye's palm, a sigh came from the depths of the gloom.

It was not a threat or a warning, but a release that had not existed for endless eras.

"Defined One," the voice said. "You did nothing."

Lin Ye raised his