The stone steps lead to the depths of the mountain, and amidst the mist, it is like walking into some subconscious structure. Aaron stepped on the wet stone steps, his steps were steady and quiet. Since the battle of "Mind Language Destroys Judgement", his official status in the Sanyu League has been established, and he has been included in the list of candidates for "Primary Builders", and can enter the deeper core areas.

  "'Flow of Mind Realm' is not a test of magic power and rune control, it tests the stability of thoughts and the precision of expression." Kyle explained to him slowly as he walked, "You are a builder, and in the future you will manipulate language, shape reality, and even change the cognition of others. If your 'will' fluctuates too much, the world you create will collapse."

  Aaron looked sideways at the rune stone vines growing along the wall. Those vines composed of characters were winding in the shadows, as if consciously avoiding the sun. He suddenly thought of a sentence he had read in "The Beginning of Word Spirit Construction":

  "Every will is a concrete semantics."

  When they arrived at the end of the mountain, the view in front of them suddenly became clear. A circular altar stood in it, with twelve rune pillars on the periphery. Different types of thoughts were engraved on the pillars: "loyalty", "fear", "hope", "desire"... There was a faint light condensing under each pillar, as if waiting to be awakened by the will.

  "You will switch your mind three times, and each time it will reflect an image in your subconscious. You must stabilize your will and not be swallowed by it." The Mirror Speaker handed over a crystal ring, and a wisp of light silver mist kept wandering in the ring. "This is the 'mind lock', which can temporarily block external speech interference and allow you to focus on building the internal mind."

  Aaron took the ring, took a deep breath, and slowly walked into the central altar. He stood still, the crystal altar began to rotate slowly, and the runes on the ground lit up. The twelve rune pillars rang softly, and a deep voice sounded in his heart:

  "The trial starts. The first realm of mind: the original thought - fear."

  His consciousness was instantly pulled into an endless black space, as if falling into the abyss of nightmare. He saw himself standing in the ruins of the bell tower when he was young, and the figures of his parents turned into black shadows and called him, and the black words formed a spell, hitting him like raindrops.

  "You are a heretic!"

  "Your existence is wrong!"

  "You will destroy this world!"

  Every rebuke was like a brand, engraved into the soul. Aaron knelt down suddenly, and the brand of the "sealing order" in the Judgment Hall of the Vestulan Academy emerged in his mind. His body seemed to begin to disintegrate, and the spells emerged from the surface of his skin line by line.

  But at this moment, a soft light emanated from his chest - it was the faint light stimulated by the "Heart Language Core". He clenched his fists, concentrated his will, and growled:

  "I exist, not defined by the recognition of others. I write for the truth, not for judgment!"

  A character flew out of his mouth: "Fixed."

  The darkness solidified, the spell froze, and the illusion around him collapsed as if it was forced to break.

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  Stability of the first realm: 92%

  The analysis of the realm of fear was successful, and the clearance rating was A-level

  Aaron gasped, his hands were still shaking. But he knew that he had taken a crucial step.

  Kyle's voice came from the outside world: "Very good, now start the second realm: Projection of Thoughts - Hope."

  The light and shadow turned, and the scene cut into a completely different space - a strange city surrounded by silver-white buildings and transparent corridors. He stood in it and saw a figure surrounded by the crowd. It was "himself", wearing a long robe of composition, with countless floating words appearing behind him, and in front of him were the language masters of various realms who bowed their heads.

  There was thunderous applause and constant praise. Some called him "the Lord of New Words" and some called him "the prophetic pen of salvation."

  At that moment, he felt swollen and fanatical, and an impulse to be recognized, understood, and praised by the world surged. He even began to think: Am I really worthy of all this, am I really... able to surpass all of them?

  At this moment, the "mirror Aaron" suddenly turned around and said to him with a smile: "You are me, and I am you. Why continue to struggle? As long as you give up yourself, you will have everything."

  The smile was gentle, but cold as ice. Aaron's back broke out in cold sweat - he knew that this was a true reflection of the "desire". He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and compressed the ever-expanding arrogance and desire in his heart until it turned into a point.

  He opened his eyes and said a word: "Extinguish."

  The golden light shone on the illusory illusion like the scorching sun, and the mirror image of him collapsed instantly, and all the praises returned to silence. The surrounding cities collapsed, and the silver-white floating bridge exploded.

  Second Realm of Intent Stability: 85%

  Resolution of the Realm of Intent Successful, Clearance Rating: Grade A

  The rune pillar above the altar trembled again, Aaron knelt for a moment, his spirit was almost at its limit. But there was one last one.

  "The last realm of intent: the root thought - 'faith'."

  This time, what appeared in front of him was not an illusion, but the scene he was most familiar with - the scene in the underground dictionary library of the Vestulan Academy, where he and his mentor translated the ancient book "Broken Words Record" together.

  The mentor lowered his head and flipped through a page of the fragment, and casually said that meaningful sentence:

  "Aaron, you must believe in every word you write, because it will eventually change your destiny."

  He was emotional for a while, recalling the mentor who had long disappeared in the storm of words, and recalling the firm and pure belief in the future.

  "Faith" was not instilled by outsiders, but his persistence after repeated failures, and the reason why he chose to move forward after being thrown into hell again and again.

  He stood up slowly, clasped his hands together on his chest, and whispered: "Every word written has a destiny. Believe it, and destiny can be changed."

  The rune pillar suddenly burst into silver light, and the characters in the center of the altar rose up, surrounding his body like a blooming lotus. The clearance information of the third trial emerged in his mind:

  Third mind realm stability: 97%

  Faith mind realm analysis is successful, clearance rating: S-level

  Mind realm trial·passed

  Reward: Primary will stability rune + Concept composition fulcrum × 1 + Mental power limit increase (slightly)

  Additional effect: Obtain the title "Thought Breaker"

  Aaron opened his eyes, the sweat on his body had wet his robe, but his eyes were clearer than ever. He slowly raised his head and looked at Kyle and the Mirror Speaker.

  Kyle smiled and nodded: "Congratulations, Aaron Weir. You are the most stable passer in the past ten years. In the next stage, you will officially enter the preparatory stage of the composer and get in touch with our real language rewriting mechanism - the "root protocol."

  Mirror Speaker handed over a rune disk with seven lines on it: "From now on, you have stepped into the real core of the word spirit."

  Aaron nodded and slowly reached out to hold the "root disk" that carried the future.

  The morning light outside was shining, and it was already bright outside the stone steps.

  At the end of the underground trial, in the distant "Sealing Council", a low voice sounded in the dim conference hall:

  "'Aaron Weir', the trial has reached the middle stage. The code name 'Speaker' has been awakened. The Sanyu League must be eliminated."

  The black feather pen quietly dripped the first drop of blood.