The rest of the time passed in silence; me trying to figure out a way to save us all from what seemed like certain doom, while Azure continued compiling data.

"Master," Azure finally called out, "I've finished cataloging the library's contents. You're going to want to see this."

I felt his attention direct me toward a mental overview of what he'd discovered.

It began with a recap of what we already knew about the cultivation system of this realm:

The Path of the Chosen Seed required a genuine awakening event; something that convinced the cultivator they were special. Most never progressed beyond this stage because they lacked the conviction to truly change reality around them.

The Bloom of Manifest Will was achieved when a cultivator's belief became strong enough to influence probability in their favor. Small coincidences, minor luck improvements, the sense that fate was beginning to notice them.

The Proclamation Realm required the cultivator to publicly declare their chosenness and begin gathering Witnesses of Fate, and without witnesses, advancement was impossible.

The Crowned Heart Realm was Du Yanze's stage, and this was where things became dangerous. The cultivator's ego solidified into their Crown Sigil, but also became vulnerable to challenges from others. Doubt from witnesses could literally wound them, and a sufficient Crisis of Doubt could destroy their cultivation entirely.

World-Writ Sovereigns were the first to become less reliant on this vulnerability. They learned to write their beliefs directly into reality using specialized calligraphy techniques, making their convictions less dependent on external validation.

But what really caught my attention was the breakthrough requirement for advancing from Crowned Heart to World-Writ Sovereign.

The cultivator needed to form something called a "Reality Inscription Matrix", from what I could tell, this was essentially this realm's equivalent of a Lightweaver's Cerulean Vein. The pattern they chose would determine their specialization and the types of techniques they could master. Unlike the Cerulean Veins, these matrices were designed to work with Xuan Yi rather than blue sun energy.

"Du Yanze," I said internally, addressing my vessel's consciousness directly, "I need you to think about the most talented cultivators in this city. If another divine being wanted to choose a vessel with the best possible foundation, who would be the likely candidates?"

Yuan Zhen had entered this realm at the same time I had, and we'd both descended near this city. It was highly unlikely that someone as strategic as Yuan Zhen would have chosen a vessel from some remote village when a major population center was right there, filled with potential candidates.

I felt Du Yanze's consciousness focus as he considered the question. "Well, the highest cultivation levels belong to the City Lord and the various clan leaders; they're all at the World-Writ Sovereign realm. But I assume a divine being would want someone younger, more adaptable?"

"Exactly. What about cultivators around your age?"

"For young talents..." Du Yanze paused, clearly thinking through the local power structure. "There's Chen Xiaoli of the Crimson Crane Sect. She's twenty-one and already at late-stage Crowned Heart Realm. Brilliant tactician, comes from a prestigious family. Then there's Wang Haoyu, heir to the Wang merchant clan. Peak Crowned Heart Realm, wealthy beyond measure, has access to the finest cultivation resources."

I sensed his reluctance to continue.

"Who else?" I prompted.

"Lu Wenjun," Du Yanze admitted, his voice carrying years of bitter rivalry. "My... former rival. He's probably the most talented of our generation, with perfect spiritual foundations and backing from one of the most powerful clans in the city."

I couldn't help but smile at the poetic justice if Yuan Zhen had indeed chosen Lu Wenjun as his vessel. The enemy of my vessel becoming the vessel of my enemy; there was a certain symmetry to it that appealed to my sense of irony.

But regardless of which specific cultivator Yuan Zhen had chosen, I could predict his strategy with reasonable certainty. Yuan Zhen was methodical and thorough. He'd spend time understanding this realm's unique cultivation system, then work systematically toward advancement. And from what I'd learned about this realm's power structure, World-Writ Sovereign was where the truly devastating techniques became available.

The calligraphy-based reality manipulation, the ability to write one's will directly into the fabric of existence, the protection against lower-realm challenges - all of it was locked behind that breakthrough. If Yuan Zhen managed to reach World-Writ Sovereign while I remained at Crowned Heart Realm, the power differential would be insurmountable, and I wasn't sure even with all my advantages, I would be able to defeat him.

Which meant I had to help Du Yanze achieve the same advancement, and quickly.

"Du Yanze," I said internally. "we need to get you to World-Writ Sovereign if we're going to have any chance in the upcoming battle."

"The divine being wishes to advance my cultivation?" Du Yanze's voice carried a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I'm honored, but isn't that dangerous? Forced advancement usually leads to unstable foundations."

"Not forced advancement," I clarified. "You're already at peak Crowned Heart Realm."

The spiritual pressure boost from converting Feng Zhaoyang had been substantial. A former World-Writ Sovereign's belief, even as a Disbeliever, carried far more weight than ordinary followers, and his genuine respect and support had pushed Du Yanze's cultivation to the very edge of advancement.

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"We just need to form your Reality Inscription Matrix and complete the breakthrough."

I felt Du Yanze's curiosity spike. "What kind of matrix should I form? The traditional patterns are designed for specific specializations: military command, administrative authority, scholarly research. I'm not sure any of them suit my particular circumstances."

That was the key question, wasn't it?

In the Two Suns world, I'd chosen the Arboreal Spiral pattern for my Cerulean Vein because it matched my plant-based abilities and cultivation method. But Du Yanze was different; he needed something that would serve him well even after I left this realm. Something that might give him a chance to succeed where generations of Disbelievers had failed.

And then I remembered Kal.

In the Two Suns world, Kal had possessed a Cerulean Vein called the Mandelbrot Recursion pattern. I wasn't entirely certain of the connection, but I had a strong suspicion that it was this pattern that had somehow locked him into the time loop that gave him infinite chances to save his world from the otherworldly entity threatening it.

The situation here was the same.

Maybe this was the solution that I was looking for.

Even if Du Yanze was never able to free his world from the blue sun's corruption, a time loop would freeze this world in its current state, preventing the otherworldly being from breaching it, and by extension, breaching the Cultivation World.

This would give time for me to find a more permanent solution, and if I couldn't save this world, then I would find someone from my world who could.

"Du Yanze," I said carefully, "what do you know about temporal manipulation techniques?"

"Time magic?" His confusion was evident. "Almost nothing. It's considered one of the most dangerous and difficult branches of cultivation. Why?"

I took a deep breath, knowing I was about to suggest something that could either save our worlds or doom my vessel to an eternity of repeated failure.

"Because I think the only way to save your world might be to give you the chance to try multiple times."

I explained the theory as carefully as I could, drawing on what I'd observed without mentioning Kal specifically. The idea that certain Reality Inscription Matrix patterns might interact with the flow of time, creating loops that allowed for multiple attempts at solving seemingly impossible problems.

"The mathematics behind it are incredibly complex," I said, sketching out the Mandelbrot Recursion pattern using Xuan Yi constructs in the air between us. "But the basic principle is that consciousness can become locked in a repeating pattern, maintaining full memory while the rest of reality resets. Each iteration provides new opportunities to learn, to try different approaches, to gradually work toward a solution."

Du Yanze studied the pattern with growing understanding. "You're talking about living the same period of time over and over again, remembering everything that happened in previous loops?"

"Exactly. It's not a pleasant existence - knowing that everyone around you will forget each reset, that your relationships and accomplishments will be wiped clean every time. But it would give you something that no other Disbeliever in history has had: unlimited attempts to find a way to free your realm from the corruption."

I could feel Du Yanze's mind working through the implications. The loneliness, the frustration, the gradual erosion of normal human connections that would come from being the only person who remembered. But also the incredible opportunity to experiment, to learn from failure, to eventually develop strategies that might succeed where all previous efforts had failed.

"How certain are you that this would work?" he asked finally.

I had to be honest so that he had all the information before making such a big decision.

"Not certain at all. I've only seen the pattern used once before, and the circumstances were different. It might not create the same effect here. It might create a different kind of temporal distortion entirely. Or it might simply fail, leaving you with a useless matrix pattern."

"But if it does work..."

"If it works, you'd have all the time you need to solve an impossible problem. You could convert the entire city, observe the responses, learn from your mistakes, and try again with better strategies. Eventually, you might find an approach that actually succeeds."

Du Yanze was quiet for a long moment, and I could sense him weighing the options. A normal life in a doomed realm, slowly watching everything descend into complete madness as the blue sun's corruption spread. Or an existence of repeated attempts, with the possibility of eventual success but at the cost of his normal human experience.

"What would happen to you?" he asked suddenly. "If I'm caught in a time loop, would your spiritual manifestation be trapped as well?"

That was something I hadn't fully considered. "I don't think so. My connection to this realm is temporary, once the tournament ends, I'll be pulled back to my physical body regardless. The loop would be specific to this reality and your consciousness within it."

"So, I'd be alone."

"Yes," I admitted. "Completely alone, for potentially a very long time."

Du Yanze considered this, and I felt a complex mixture of emotions from him: fear, determination, resignation, and something that might have been hope.

"My world is dying," he said finally. "Not quickly, like from war or natural disaster, but slowly, as more and more people lose the ability to think clearly. If there's even a small chance that I could prevent that... isn't it my responsibility to try?"

I was impressed by his reasoning. This was a young man who had started the week as a delusional failure, convinced that the universe owed him greatness simply because he wanted it. Now he was prepared to sacrifice his normal existence for the possibility of saving others.

"The transformation won't be pleasant," I warned him. "Forming any Reality Inscription Matrix is painful, but this pattern is particularly complex. And if it works the way I think it might, you'll experience the temporal shift immediately. The loop could begin the moment the matrix stabilizes."

"How long would each loop last?"

"I'm not sure. It might be days, weeks, or even months. The duration would probably be tied to some significant event - maybe your death, maybe the completion of some objective, maybe just an arbitrary time limit. You'd have to figure that out through experimentation."

Du Yanze took a deep breath. "If I'm going to do this, I need to understand everything you can teach me first. About Disbelievers, about the corruption, about techniques for converting others without causing psychological damage. I need to be as prepared as possible before the first loop begins."

I felt a surge of respect for the young man. "Are you certain? Once we begin the process, there's no turning back. If the matrix forms successfully, you'll be committed to this path."

"I'm certain," Du Yanze said firmly. "This realm gave me life, even if it also gave me delusions. The least I can do is try to return the favor."

I nodded, both impressed and saddened by his decision. He was choosing to sacrifice his chance at a normal existence for the possibility, not even the certainty, of helping others. It was genuinely heroic, in a quiet and understated way.

"Then let's begin," I said, starting to gather the energy I'd need to help him form the matrix. "But first, let me teach you everything I can about what you'll be facing."

As we prepared for the procedure that would change Du Yanze's existence forever, I couldn't help but hope that I wasn't condemning a good person to an eternity of failure. But with the countdown showing only three days remaining and no other viable solutions presenting themselves, this desperate gamble might not only be this realm's chance at survival, but also, my own world's.

At least Du Yanze would have the opportunity to try. And sometimes, that was all anyone could ask for.

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