009 Breaking Through the South Wall

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Slowly, Roland began to see everything clearly—the true nature of this world!
Butterflies! Everything was butterflies!
All of existence was like a butterfly!
They were layered and overlapping; the small butterflies were patterns on the bodies of larger ones, and the large ones were patterns on even greater butterflies.
From the most minuscule cells and atoms to humans, objects, towns, territories, the entire earth, the sky, and even the brilliant river of stars—everything was a part of the butterfly...

Slowly, Roland looked directly at the true deity. It turned out that the so-called...
Drip, drop...
Sweat dripped onto the pages, blurring the subsequent text.
"Hah... hah... hah, hah..."
Roland gasped like a drowning man who had just broken the surface, his chest heaving like a damaged bellows.
It was unclear what he had seen during his meditation. His pupils were dilated in extreme terror, and his skin was as pale as that of a drowned corpse.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror opposite, unable to pull himself back for a long time. His willpower seemed to have fallen into a blur.
He did not notice that new text had appeared in the book:
[We held great expectations when we created this grimoire and placed a curse upon our family bloodline.]
[Our purpose was for our descendants to replace us, to face the deepest layers of the world, and to gaze directly upon the True God.]
[Yet, for thousands of years, the vast majority have fallen into utter madness the moment they caught a glimpse of the deity.]
[Only a sparse few have caught a glimpse of the True God’s actual form.]
[But none of them compare to Roland—he did not merely catch a glimpse; he faced the True God directly!]
[No one knows his current mental state. But according to past records, no one has ever remained clear-headed and rational after coming into contact with the True God.]
[We do not expect Roland to remain calm; we only pray that his first words are not too insane...]

After regaining his composure, Roland’s first words were: "I have just repeatedly checked my mana status..."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, closed his eyes, and calmly reconfirmed the mana within him: "I have successfully broken through the realm, and my mana has increased significantly!"
Roland did not speak any madness as the book predicted. He had not only remained clear-headed, but he had also calmly checked his mana condition!
This indicated that his reason remained intact. This was completely different from what the lingering obsessions of his ancestors in the manuscript had described.
New text appeared on the page again. Compared to before, these words appeared exceptionally chaotic:
[This, how can this be?!]
[How could he possibly check his mana status just now?!]
[No, impossible!]
[He’s mad! He must be mad!]

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[It is impossible for anyone to remain rational after such meditation! Let alone calmly check their current condition!]
[It is even more impossible for anyone to truly gaze upon the True God!]
[Because Alaya is simply a god we fabricated!]
[He does not exist at all!]
[He’s mad, he must be mad!]

It turned out that the so-called Alaya, God of Ignorance, was merely a fictional deity.
Alaya was the name of a family—the name of Roland’s own family.
Those insane ancestors had set up a false path and sealed it with a wall, but Roland had smashed through that wall and forged a true path!
When Roland reached out to take the book and saw the text appearing in the manuscript, a strange expression crossed his face.
"How could Alaya be a non-existent deity? I clearly saw him just now. He looked... just like me."
"He should indeed look like me, for Alaya is my future self."
"Or rather, he is my future Dharma Body."
"Alaya is my future."
"Roland is my present."
"And my predecessor was my past."
"My past has already vanished, replaced by my current self—I have severed my past!"
"Once I walk the path of the Wizard and ignite the divine fire, I shall sever my 'present.' Once I become a god and realize the truth, I shall have severed my future!"
"This is the Severing of the Three Corpses!"
"I have attained enlightenment."

New text appeared in the book, responding to Roland’s words:
[You, what are you talking about? What Three Corpses?]
[You really are mad!! You’re mad!]
[How could you possibly be Alaya?! That is something we fabricated! You have no future; your future is not godhood! You are just a madman, a madman!!]

Roland sneered at the text in the book: "Heh, my inner demons, you cannot deceive me."
"That’s right, you are not my ancestors at all; you are my inner demons!"
"Because it is impossible for my ancestors to have gone to such great lengths to create a false path for their descendants to study—what would they gain? That their descendants would go insane? It is not logical!"
"Therefore, you are definitely not my ancestors; you are inner demons!"

The book responded:
[Inner demons? What are inner demons? What are you talking about?! We are your ancestors!]

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In truth, the lingering obsessions of the ancestors had always been hidden within the manuscript, so these words were indeed written by Roland’s ancestors.
But now, no matter what the ancestors said, Roland would not believe them. His logic was simple—his ancestors spent a thousand years; they couldn't possibly have gone to the trouble of creating a fake path for their descendants to practice, right?
How mentally ill would these ancestors have to be to do such a thing?
Therefore, he ignored the text.
He looked toward the sky outside the window and said, "My ancestors in this world, you may rest in peace. The path you created is correct! Through this book, I have meditated on how I will look when I become a god in the future... that Alaya of supreme power."
"I am still weak and will face many trials..."
"But I will remain steadfast."

[What are you talking about! This path is fake! Fake! You are not Alaya, you are not a god!]

In reality, Roland’s ancestors were indeed a group of lunatics. These madmen compiled the *Alaya Manuscript* with the intent of misleading their descendants, driving them into madness so they could never enter the halls of magic.
As a result, someone had now followed their methods, gazed upon the deity, and benefited from it—the ancestors naturally could not accept this!
After all, Alaya was merely a fictional deity. How could someone have seen him?
The method guided by this book was originally a false path! But Roland had crashed through the southern wall and walked out onto a road of life!
—To those ancestors who spun the tale, this was a fatal blow.

[We did not lie! We are your ancestors!]
[The content in the manuscript was all fabricated by us! It’s all fake! You cannot possibly have advanced!]
[So you are mad! You must be mad!]
[You didn’t advance at all! Don’t try to lie to us; it’s fake! Hahaha! Fake, it’s all fake!]

Roland ignored the text and said, "Steadfast in my Dao heart!"
Regardless of whether Roland was the future Alaya, the Buddha of Ignorance, the mana of a low-level apprentice currently within him was real.
This proved that the book could allow a waste with seven-element aptitude like him to successfully advance.
It also proved that this book was useful to him.
That was enough.

[Mad! Hahaha! Mad! Hahaha *&&...&% The family finally has no successors &%&% The prophecy will not be fulfilled &% We have completed our last wish &%&%]

Roland’s Dao heart was steadfast, but the ancestors had gone mad.
The last traces of their obsessions, entrusted to the magic book, dissipated completely in their madness.
From then on, the magic book *Alaya Manuscript* would no longer be influenced or controlled by the ancestors and became Roland’s private property.