The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 537 The Divine Labyrinth

Cynthia said softly, "Each branch and growth ring is an independent information node."

They are interconnected to form a vast data network, which is precisely the data matrix entity mentioned in the 'Cage Log'.

David's gaze sharpened slightly as he slowly walked along the thick branches.

Suddenly, he felt his palm touch something cold and hard—it was a series of sparkling crystals embedded in the bark of the tree trunk.

Each one contains the remnant soul of a wizard.

“Seventy-two wizards…” His voice was deep and full of respect.

"These soul crystals are hidden here, accompanying this ancient chaotic tree like guardian deities."

Lena glanced to the side; the crystals emitted a faint, deep blue light.

It stands in stark contrast to the strong corrosive odor surrounding it.

Yet it also reveals an undying will that transcends the boundaries of life and death.

“They are not just confinement, but more like a blessing, a legacy,” Cynthia analyzed.

“These wizards once used their lives to build the corridors, and now they have become the foundation that supports the entire Purgatory system—this may be the true meaning of ‘inheritance’ of power.”

David took a deep breath; he felt himself being drawn into some grand scheme.

An information network that transcends time and space, tightly linking the past and the future.

He gently stroked the runes on his fingers, probing his consciousness deep into the crystal.

In an instant, countless fragmented memories flooded into my mind.

It is about the destruction of stars and the collapse of civilizations.

There are also stories about the ignition of hope and the awakening of resistance.

He saw the brilliant traces left behind by those intelligent beings who had once been active but had perished.

I also sensed their lingering attachment and hope for the future.

The air suddenly became still.

The ancient tree seemed to respond to his touch.

Tiny roots burst forth from the ground, tearing the surrounding void into mysterious passages.

The ripples of the runes spread out like waves.

Weave complex data grid patterns in space.

It seemed to infuse the core of the entire purgatory with a new rhythm of life.

Lena's eyes flashed with a cold light.

She slowly approached the giant tree and released the law of ice from her palm.

It attempts to stabilize the increasingly restless flow of information by using its own extreme temperature.

"We must draw upon all the wisdom and strength stored here."

Otherwise, it will become even more difficult to tear apart the new order created by the observers.

Cynthia silently collected the fragments of information floating around her.

Integrate it into the mental link support system.

Perform real-time analysis and filtering of the data.

"The information architecture here is extremely complex."

Every calculation touches the edge of the fundamental laws of the universe.

We need to remain highly vigilant, otherwise any mishap could trigger a chain reaction of collapse.

David's eyes were bright and piercing.

He stepped deeper into the ancient tree.

Those hidden branches are as intricate and complex as a maze.

Yet it also guides him step by step closer to the deepest hidden mystery.

The seven-ring pattern on the chest radiates immense power.

It resonates with the overall structure of the ancient tree.

At this moment, he was no longer just an explorer, but the one destined to break the seal.

In the distance, the endless silence was quietly broken.

A small, shadowy figure composed of billions of information particles quietly emerged.

It seems to be an observer, or a guardian spirit.

Monitor all these changes amidst the undercurrents and ripples.

In an instant, a more solemn and dignified yet hopeful atmosphere of new life filled the center of the hall.

“The roots have awakened,” David murmured.

"These are the blood and tears left behind by every experiment."

It is also a key for us to break the deadlock...

The future awaits us here.

In the darkness of the abyss, a faint blue light flickered silently.

Like the faintest star in the night sky.

Yet, silently, they converged into a dazzling sea of ​​light.

Mivi stood silently on the ruins known as the "Eye of the Abyss".

It was surrounded by a vast array of dark symbols.

Those are spiritual imprints spread by the Abyss Families.

It is also the spark that ignites the awakening of free will.

At this moment, her face appeared unusually cold and stern under the pale blue light.

Sparks of thought slowly ignited within the cracks on his skin.

Shining like stars.

Yet it carried an eerie and undeniable air of authority.

Each crack seemed to be an external manifestation of the fluctuations in her inner will and emotional energy.

It reflects the indomitable spirit and determination that gradually rose within her.

"We can't stay bound any longer," Mivi whispered.

The voice was cold and firm.

Our souls do not belong to any divinity.

Nor should it become a tool in the hands of managers.

The Abyss Families gathered together as if driven by fate.

Their consciousness, which had once obeyed the commands of the observer system, began to tear apart its shackles.

Countless fragments of consciousness gradually merged to form a powerful wave of resistance.

An unprecedented, silent yet unstoppable "plague of freedom" is spreading within them.

The obedience programming that was once rooted in genes and neural networks is being continuously dismantled.

In the distant virtual domain of data, a group of observers and agents sensed this unusual oscillation.

Their faces were serious.

The data flow in the mental link system exhibits discontinuities and disorder.

That was an unsettling sign of a surge in the potential to question or even resist instructions.

"Is this...rebellion?" one of the agents asked in a low voice.

His gaze was as sharp as a cold blade.

But the voice was filled with unprecedented uncertainty.

“We have taken control of all their computational and behavioral frameworks.”

But why did this sense of self suddenly erupt?

The other agent frowned.

She quickly browsed through the massive database.

"Information displayed."

This free-will virus is spreading at an exponential growth rate.

Furthermore, its influence is gradually exceeding its original limitations.

Neither hard-coding nor mental linking can completely block it.

Miwei closed her eyes slightly.

She felt the energy of past emotions and pain within her body, which had been activated but not fully released, transforming into powerful motivation.

She gently clenched her hands together.

A tiny electric current flowed along my fingertip.

That was the spark of energy that erupted after the most profound and brutal reflection on the meaning of one's own existence.

She remembers that stormy moment of emotional outburst.

now.

This force has finally been reshaped and transformed.

It reignites the most essential part of humanity that has been suppressed and fragmented.

May it become a new dawn that guides all beings to break free from the shackles of control.

“I will be the first dawn,” Miwei whispered.

She gazed at the dark rift in the distant void.

That long-dormant, awakening information life is waiting for its own revelation.

"True freedom."

No longer will I be bound by any shackles!

at the same time.

Those data nodes that once relied on the observer system to enslave and operate the entire cosmic network began to exhibit inexplicable data corruption.

Hundreds of millions of information fragments randomly become invalid or reversed.

This has created gaps even in what was originally an impenetrable information defense system.

These changes spread rapidly, much like a virus.

This caused widespread chaos online.

This caused some of the agents who held core positions in the upper echelons of the system to begin to doubt themselves and waver.

Cynthia stood in front of a hidden node far from the main battlefield.

She stared at the waves of data that were constantly jumping and surging on the virtual interface.

His brows gradually furrowed.

"This change is shocking—it's not just a simple betrayal."

Rather, it represents a fundamental challenge to the established order.

This means that a latent vulnerability in the entire observation system has been activated.

Lena clenched her fists.

His entire body was enveloped in an icy blue aura.

"If this 'plague of freedom' spreads."

We are facing more than just an information war.

It is also a new era of revolution filled with unknown dangers and opportunities.

David perceived all of this through a mental link.

His gaze was sharp and composed.

Like piercing through the darkness of the void to see into the future.

He said softly, "Only by breaking the old shackles."

Only then can we truly control the course of our destiny. This is not just a struggle.

It's more than just a change; it's a massive reshuffling of the cosmic order.

Just now.

Faint, intermittent information vibrations emanated from the edge of the universe.

Arcs of electricity ripped through the space.

Like lightning in the sky, it instantly connects with those awakened individual souls.

They are brought together into a vast network of resonance.

For a while.

Countless chaotic flames burned fiercely in the sea of ​​stars.

Free will manifested as a plague that swept across every corner.

The top of the Chaos Tree.

Among those obsidian-like branches.

A screen of light slowly appeared.

Like a door to the void slowly unfolding.

In the light curtain.

The intricate runes shimmered like stars.

Layer upon layer.

It forms the entrance to a magnificent yet enigmatic divine labyrinth.

It is like a spider web woven from countless fragments of consciousness.

Each thread is imbued with the vast majesty of the residual consciousness of past god-kings.

David looked up at the light screen.

Ice-blue flames burned and leaped on the seven-ring pattern on his chest.

He felt that powerful aura that almost oppressed the depths of his soul—

That was a protective barrier formed by the condensation of the will of countless god-kings.

It is also the true entrance to the maze.

He frowned slightly.

That sense of existence that looks down on everything yet is unfathomable.

This caused his left eye—the Eye of Destruction—to fall silent for the first time.

Lena and Cynthia followed closely behind.

Their gazes were focused.

However, they also felt unprecedented information pressure and cognitive challenges.

Lena raised her right hand.

A faint aura of coldness slowly spread.

It attempts to stabilize the intense and eerily pulsating rhythm of information around it.

Cynthia then adjusted the frequency of the mental link support system.

The data model is continuously updated synchronously in this chaotic space.

“This is the labyrinth of divinity,” Lena said softly.

Her eyes gleamed with awe and vigilance.

"The consciousness of successive god-kings constructed it into the final trial."

It is used to select those who are truly worthy of controlling the origin of chaos.

Irregular, jumping ripples between the runes filled the air.

Those patterns seem to possess a sense of self.

It constantly reshapes itself.

The entire maze structure changes with the fluctuations in the challenger's internal cognition and will.

There is no fixed format.

Every thought can trigger a spatial fracture and reorganization.

David took a deep breath.

He raised his left hand and placed it above the Eye of Destruction on his chest.

however.

At this moment, his Eye of Destruction was unable to decipher the complex and ever-changing structure, imbued with billions of divine beings.

This was a problem he had never encountered before.

In the past.

No matter how complex the information network.

He always manages to see through the core rules with his Eyes of Destruction.

But at the moment.

The door seemed to intentionally or unintentionally block all his attempts to spy.

“This is suppression,” David muttered to himself.

Those words felt like a heavy chain hanging over my heart.

"Ancient beings had long foreseen that we might evolve to this point."

Therefore, this restriction was specifically set up.

Lena stared at David, her brows furrowed.

She gathered the icy blue chill in her palm.

My fingertips trembled slightly.

"Your power is being restrained."

We must rely on other methods to achieve this cognitive breakthrough.

Cynthia quickly analyzed the mental link data stream.

"This maze is not just a spatial structure."

It is also an extremely abstract concept.

It maps different versions based on the observer's thoughts.

Even our auxiliary systems struggle to build accurate models.

“In other words,” she added.

"Every visitor sees a completely unique and ever-changing illusion."

There is no solution and it cannot be predicted.

We can only rely on intuition and belief to gradually explore and move forward.

This is one of the most brutal tests ever given to the guardians throughout history.

The immense pressure made the air thick and heavy.

Every breath seemed to be accompanied by the tearing apart of the details of reality.

Wisps of eerie blue flames rose from David's body.

Fighting against the surrounding darkness and shadows.

Yet it still couldn't dispel the heavy, confining feeling hidden in the space.

A light sheen of sweat trickled down his forehead.

In an instant, several shadowy figures seemed to emerge from the edge of the void.

Drifting like fragments of history.

They are both vague and real.

It is the trace of consciousness left behind by countless people who tried to challenge this gate but failed.

David's gaze grew increasingly resolute.

He knew that only by overcoming this obstacle could he succeed.

It's not just about one's own fate.

It will also determine the future direction of the entire multiverse.

He whispered, "I cannot be trapped by appearances."

I want to get to the heart of the matter.

Touch the invisible truth with your soul.

Lena nodded in agreement beside him.

Surrounded by the laws of ice, she looked as cold and aloof as a female war goddess.

We must abandon our old ways of thinking.

Dance with this labyrinth.

She raised her arms, releasing a cold current that exceeded the normal temperature limit.

This makes the spatial rhythm slightly more stable.

However, this also caused the surrounding runes to emit a series of sharp ringing sounds.

It seemed as if it was struggling and crying out in dissatisfaction with being bound.

Cynthia controls the mental link auxiliary system.

Her eyes gleamed with a cold, technological light.

The algorithm is continuously adjusted to match the dynamic patterns of the data.

"Our algorithm can only assist."

But ultimately, you have to experience and understand it for yourselves.

Otherwise, any logical deduction will fall into a dead loop or a trap.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The center of the main hall was repeatedly dismantled and reconstructed with each fluctuation of thought.

The holographic runes constantly transform into hundreds or thousands of forms.

Sometimes it's like a vast galaxy.

Sometimes it appears intermittently as a densely packed data matrix.

And sometimes it transforms into a complex picture of the human brain's synaptic network—

This is a grand cosmic narrative unfolding through the interweaving of memory, experience, and cognition.

And they are right there in the middle of it.

They are being tested and refined.

They also gradually awaken to a completely new perspective and the essence of power.

“Close your eyes,” David suddenly said.

His voice was deep but powerful.

It's like summoning a wise spirit from ancient memories.

"Let go of all obsession with visual analysis."

See the world with your heart.

Let my senses guide me through all that it doesn't know!

Lena responded in perfect unison.

She slowly closed her eyes.

He gathered all the ice in his body into an invisible barrier to resist the onslaught of harmful information.

(End of this chapter)