Pattern Bearers, Envoys Between Dimensions

"Of course you can," the Guardian's assistant said, floating toward the center. "Because they share the same origin as the patterns inside you." He motioned for Lin Ye to approach the central vortex. "Place your hand on the energy core, and you will see the truth."

Lin Ye hesitated for a moment, then resolutely thrust his right hand into the vortex. In an instant, countless images flooded his consciousness—

The world of ancient times was vastly different from the present. The sun and the Purple Moon hung in the sky together, and two different kinds of energy flowed across the land. Humans could freely wield the powers of reality and the Void, creating wonders beyond imagination. Purple patterns naturally marked their skin, a symbol of the two energies coexisting in harmony.

But then a great schism erupted. The images blurred, showing only violent clashes of energy and the world splitting apart. The sun and the Purple Moon were forced apart, and reality and the Void gradually became two separate dimensions. Most people lost the ability to wield void energy, and their patterns vanished with it. Only a few retained this ability. They were called "Pattern Bearers," charged with maintaining the balance between the two dimensions.

As time passed, the number of Pattern Bearers continued to dwindle, and their abilities gradually weakened. By the modern era, almost everyone had forgotten this history, viewing the Void as a symbol of danger and evil. Those who occasionally manifested patterns were often regarded as cursed or corrupted.

The images ended. Lin Ye withdrew his hand, panting, and stared in shock at the patterns on his arm. "You mean... the patterns inside me aren't just corrosion, but the awakening of some ancient bloodline?"

The Guardian's assistant's form grew a little more stable, as though this