Debris continued to shower down from the stone walls of the Soul-Suppressing Land as Pi Yanlin knelt before the ruined stele of the altar, unfurling the Atlas of Slothful Bearing another third of the way.
Green, phosphorus-like light illuminated the twisted patterns on the silk. The symbols, previously blurred, suddenly began to glow with a faint gold. Like fireflies stirred by a breeze, they gathered here and there into strange, intricate clusters.
"These patterns... it’s as if they were embroidered with the threads of causality." He traced a protrusion with his index finger; it felt like brushing against frost-covered cobwebs. "The System said it was inactive, but there’s movement now."
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