The Pulse of the Origin Root Network

The return journey from the Land of the Last Name felt like stepping through "reverse time." The light from the Origin Root Network spread along the trajectory of the new roots, weaving "transparent veins" on the canyon walls. The tender roots and shoots that had just emerged from the soil were now enveloped in a layer of "primordial soft light," as if they had just awakened from the Primordial Thought of "wanting to exist."

The transparent shadow of the seed gradually overlapped with the root network of the Twin Realms. In the Memory Light Stone on the branch, the laughter of the Primordial Thought slowly melted into the flow of the River of Light. It suddenly discovered that the water of the River of Light had become clearer, and it could see the "patterns of the Origin Root Network" newly engraved on the pebbles at the bottom of the water. It turned out that "going home" was not returning to the starting point, but letting the "first thought" follow it forward.

"Look!" Luoyu pointed to the bank of the River of Light, where a new patch of the Shared-Heart Flower Sea had bloomed. Among the newly opened flowers were some "unseen varieties": some had petals of "the white of Primordial Thought," with the center inlaid with the star purple of Myriad Domains; some had sepals with "the patterns of origin," while the petals were dyed the silvery white of another world. The most special flower had a "tiny Primordial Thought" sitting in its stamen, swinging on a Shared-Heart Flower.

Qingxian put down the zither case, and the moment her fingertips touched the flower, the zither spontaneously played a "melody of origin." The Shared-Heart Flower of flowers swayed gently, and the Memory Light Stone on their petals lit up simultaneously, gathering the laughter of Primordial Thought, the songs of the Twin Realms, and the pulse of the Origin Root Network into a "boundless chorus." The waters of the River of Light rose and fell with the song, creating "new soil" on the shore, from which "countless transparent roots" sprouted, extending towards every corner of the Twin Realms.

Yanche placed the resonator beside the fresh soil, and the Primordial Thought on the instrument's surface suddenly jumped out, transforming into "a miniature butterfly of light." It flew back and forth between the resonator and the Origin Root Network, leaving a "new symbol" on the dial each time it passed through the roots—these symbols, when connected, formed a Root Language: "All growth is ' the Primordial Thought growing up'."

"Well said." The seed's roots gently patted the light butterfly, and from the shadow of the transparent tree, a leaf bearing primordial markings suddenly fell. The leaf's surface was inscribed with the "List of New Sprouts of the Twin Realms," recording the newly born beings after returning from the Land of the Last Name: "Qiaofeng"—the wind dwelling in the bridge arch, capable of singing songs of the Twin Realms; "Yezhong"—a bell with a pendulum rope made of leaf veins, time ticking with the rhythm of root growth; "Shinian"—a stone containing Primordial Thought, capable of understanding all "unspoken words."

On the antlers of the giant deer, newly hung numerous "Original Invitations." Seed took one and unfolded it; the light patterns inside were no longer "notices to a party," but rather a "diagram of the Origin Root Network," marked in Root Language: "Three days later, at the intersection of the Origin Root Network and the Two Realms Root Network, a ' New Sprout Kinship Ceremony ' will be held."

"A family recognition ceremony?" The transparent tree of the seed swayed gently, and the curious questions of the Primordial Thought echoed from the Memory Light Stone.

Yanche explained with a smile, "It's about letting the Primordial Thought of the Land of the Last Name formally recognize the existence of the Twin Realms as their 'guides.'" He pointed to the Primordial Thought, "For example, if it likes the Shared-Heart Flower, it can learn 'how to bloom' from the guardians of the flower sea; if it prefers the River of Light, it can explore 'the stories within the water' with the Light Stone Clan."

During the preparations for the family reunion ceremony, the beings from Twin Realms were "preparing gifts for their meeting." The Memory Grass of the Myriad Domains collected "the gentlest dewdrops," containing "how to say good morning in the Root Language"; the Shadow Leaf of the Otherworld pieced together a "changing carpet," the light patterns on which could teach the Primordial Thought "how to hide their timidity"; even the most stern Light Stone Elder polished a "blanket of light stones bearing primordial patterns," said to allow the Primordial Thought to "see more clearly the image they want to become."

The transparent tree of the seeds became the "venue for the family reunion ceremony," and within the Memory Light Stone on the branches, scenes from the Primordial Thought in the Land of the Last Name played on a loop: Qiaofeng's exhilaration when he first crawled into the bridge arch, Yezhong's seriousness as he adjusted the swing rope, and Shinian's sly smile hidden in the stone. The water of the River of Light accumulated into a "small lake" under the tree, with "petals of the Twin Realms" floating in the lake, each petal inscribed with "the guide's wish."

On the day of the family recognition ceremony, the convergence point of the Origin Root Network lit up with the "light of the primordial." The Primordial Thought of the Land of the Last Name lined up and followed the transparent roots to the venue: Qiaofeng, clutching a piece of wood from a bridge arch, nervously spun around; Yezhong's pendulum rope was entangled with a leaf vein, always worried that it "couldn't remember the time"; Shinian hid among a pebble, only revealing a pair of "curious eyes."

The guides from Twin Realms were already waiting by the lake. Qingxian held a zither, with a plectrum made of primordial patterns inside its case, preparing to teach the Primordial Thought "how to express themselves through melody"; Yanche brought molds that could allow the Primordial Thought to manifest, but the molds were all "deformable," wanting to tell the Primordial Thought that "growth doesn't have to be confined to shape"; Luoyu's sketchbook was filled with "blank outlines," waiting for the Primordial Thought to "fill in the colors themselves."

"I'll go first!" Qiaofeng mustered its courage and flew to Qingxian's violin case. As soon as it touched the plectrum with its wind wings, the violin produced a melody "echoed through the bridge arches." Qiaofeng excitedly spun around, and immediately the "song of the Shared-Heart Flower" mingled into its air—it wanted to become a "singer of Twin Realms." Qingxian smiled and handed it the plectrum, "From now on, you can borrow this violin to practice your voice."

Yezhong hesitated for a long time before finally moving to Yanche's resonator. Its pendulum gently tapped the instrument, and the resonator immediately displayed "countless rhythms of time": the flow rate of the River of Light, the growth frequency of roots, and even "the sound of Primordial Thought's own heartbeat." "I want to... follow my own rhythm." Yezhong's pendulum trembled slightly, Yanche smiled as he loosened the mold's fixing buckle, "Then let the rhythm decide your appearance."

Shinian was the last to step forward. It peeked its head out from among the pebbles, looking timidly at Luoyu's sketchbook. Luoyu immediately flipped to a blank page, dipped the tip of her pen in "primordial white": "Draw whatever you want, even if it's just a ball of light." Shinian hesitated for a moment, then tapped the paper with the tip of the stone. Immediately, "countless tiny dots" appeared on the paper—these dots, when connected, formed a "map of the Twin Realms."

"So you want to be a 'recorder'?" Luoyu looked at the map with surprise, which even had the direction of "the Land of the Last Name" marked on it. Shinian shrank back shyly, but quietly moved the pebble into his sketchbook, as if to say, "I'll draw maps for you from now on."

At the end of the family recognition ceremony, a "giant light pattern" suddenly lit up at the intersection of the Origin Root Network. Within the light pattern emerged the figures of all the Primordial Thought and guides, their roots tightly intertwined underground, forming a "new symbiotic network." The transparent tree shadows of the seeds overlapped with the light pattern, and from the Memory Light Stone on the branches, a clear Root Language emanated. "Family means 'carrying your Primordial Thought, together heading towards farther places.'"

The waters of the River of Light rose with the song, overflowing the new soil and carrying the primordial nutrients to every corner of the Twin Realms. Those transparent roots had now taken hold in the soil of Myriad Domains, the rock walls of other worlds, and even in the Land of the Last Name, like countless "lines that transmit warmth."

Qingxian, Yanche, and Luoyu sat under the transparent tree, watching the Primordial Thought "learn and grow" under the guidance of their mentor: Qiaofeng practiced a new melody on the violin case, Yezhong's pendulum swayed gently to the rhythm of the roots, Shinian was using the tip of a stone to add "newly discovered root traces" to his sketchbook.

The transparent tree of the seed swayed gently, dropping a leaf "carrying all names." On the leaf, the Primordial Thought of the Land of the Last Name, the guide of the Twin Realms, and the pulse of the Origin Root Network were all integrated into the "boundless wind," like a poem that could never be finished.

"Where to next?" The seed's roots gently touched the three people's hands.

Inside the Qingxian instrument's case, new strings are slowly growing, carrying "the patterns of the origin" and "the sounds of the Twin Realms." "Just follow the roots," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "After all, the story of Primordial Thought's growth has only just begun."

On Yanche's resonator dial, new symbols continue to appear, forming an "even longer Root Language." "Perhaps, we can find the 'brothers and sisters of Primordial Thought ' at the end of the Twin Realms."

Luoyu closed her sketchbook. A small question mark had appeared on the blank page of the cover. "The best stories are always on the 'next page,' aren't they?"

The waters of the River of Light flow into the distance, carrying the laughter of Primordial Thought, the songs of the Twin Realms, and the pulse of the Origin Root Network. Transparent roots gently unfurl in the water, extending towards all places where "wanting to exist"—there, new soil awaits, new Primordial Thought are brewing, and new stories are hidden in the "boundless wind," waiting to be heard.