The primary objective of this life was to merge with the Dao using the heaven-and-earth immortal soul of the super Xuanhuang Realm.
Before achieving that goal, it did no harm to steer clear of those two.
"The Soul-Sealing Realm-Substitution Technique is also mentioned in the Heavenly Physician's Record of Mending the Heavens.
"A realm is like a person. Just as a person can have their body seized through soul possession, so too can a world.
"However, for a realm substitution to succeed, two prerequisites must be met. First, the divine sense serving as the Realm Soul must be overwhelmingly formidable. At the very least, it cannot be significantly weaker than the world's Heavenly Dao origin consciousness. Otherwise, during the brief transition of the substitution, the world will collapse from the inside out—a disaster rivaling the destruction of the world itself."
A transparent silhouette within Chuanfa's body flashed across Li Fan's mind, his eyes shifting slightly.
"Second, the practitioner must achieve absolute suppression over the world. The world consciousness must be forced into a deep, uninterrupted slumber. If two consciousnesses exist simultaneously, it is exceedingly likely to cause the world to fracture...
"Working together, the Heavenly Physician, Chuanfa, and the five Heavenly Venerables of the Five Elders Association indeed possessed the power to achieve this."
Reflecting on the contents of the Record of Mending the Heavens and recalling the Heavenly Physician's textbook-perfect demonstration, a spark of inspiration suddenly struck Li Fan's mind.
"Soul-Sealing Realm-Substitution... Soul-Sealing Realm-Substitution...
"Right now, the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the Daxuan pocket world has just been born. Isn't this the perfect opportunity for me to test my hand?"
Li Fan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the subterranean earth straight to the sky of Daxuan.
As if pierced by a sharp arrow, a seven-colored vortex appeared across the celestial dome. Among all the living beings of Daxuan, none aside from Li Fan could detect it.
And inside this seven-colored vortex, the world consciousness—infantile as a newborn babe—lay sound asleep.
Fearing that any rough movement might startle it, Li Fan carefully divided out a wisp of divine sense, slipping quietly toward it to draw near.
He then immersed himself in patient contemplation.
In an instant, the churning winds and surging clouds, the ebbing and flowing tides, the blossoming and withering flowers across Daxuan—all the myriad phenomena of the mortal realm—surfaced before Li Fan's eyes one after another.
It was as though every single one of these changes were occurring within his very own body.
As his resonance deepened, more than just natural landscapes unfolded; the joys, angers, griefs, and fears, the births, aging, illnesses, and deaths of Daxuan's living beings also began to pour into Li Fan's mind.
A shared empathy with the Heavenly Dao.
To the vast majority of cultivators under heaven, this would have been an extraordinarily rare encounter. Submerging oneself in it, contemplating in serene quietude, deriving a heaven-shattering divine ability would not have been difficult in the slightest.
Yet Li Fan took the initiative to detach himself from this state of sudden enlightenment.
He maintained a state of being half-awake and half-enlightened.
"Simulate, Myriad Forms of Sentient Beings!"
With a single shift of his intent, a translucent silhouette of Li Fan manifested within the starry vortex across Daxuan's sky.
He poured every ounce of insight drawn from Daxuan's Heavenly Dao entirely into it.
The translucent silhouette began to transform as if reversing age, shifting from the guise of a middle-aged man down into a newly born infant crying for food!
Yet the infant's manner of conduct remained as seasoned and calculating as an adult's.
It crept up to the soundly slumbering consciousness of Daxuan's Heavenly Dao, lunged forward, and clamped down entirely...
Usurping its place!
In an instant, the Daxuan pocket world fell into violent tremors.
The earth shook, the mountains trembled, and cracks resembling hideous scars spread across the sky from the central celestial vortex.
"Dissociation Disc! Deduce!"
Within Li Fan's sea of consciousness, the Terminal Dissociation Disc temporarily halted its deduction task on downgrading the immortal array, redirecting its full computing power toward calculating the adaptation of Daxuan's simulated persona.
Refined continuously by the Simulate, Myriad Forms of Sentient Beings array, the flickering translucent infant, which had been vacillating between dim and bright, finally stabilized.
"Substitute realm!"
Deep beneath the earth, a golden needle gathered in Li Fan's hand. He flicked his wrist, shooting it straight toward the simulated Daxuan Heavenly Dao high in the sky.
It struck true between the brows, right into the Yintang acupoint.
The translucent infant instinctively let out a soft wail. The world cried out for the first time, yet the Great Dao remained soundless. No one under heaven could hear it, yet in an instant, it echoed through every corner of the Daxuan pocket world.
Rising from faint to powerful, it grew increasingly sonorous until it finally passed beyond the threshold of mortal hearing.
Amidst the cries of this simulated Daxuan persona, the anomalies in the world slowly dissipated, returning to their original tranquility.
The wounds and vortex in the sky closed up, yet Li Fan could clearly sense the simulated persona that had supplanted Daxuan's newborn Heavenly Dao.
Or perhaps describing it as a simulated Heavenly disposition was even more fitting.
Li Fan had not obliterated Daxuan's nascent Heavenly Dao consciousness; instead, he had forcefully suppressed and sealed it into slumber.
Every trace of the Heavenly Dao consciousness's sluggish growth would be absorbed and synchronized into the simulated Heavenly disposition, ensuring the flawless operation of Daxuan's Heavenly Dao.
Like nutrients nourishing and expanding the simulated Heavenly disposition, once it became fully capable of governing the pocket world's celestial operations, it would thoroughly devour that slumbering Heavenly Dao consciousness that had slept since birth.
Completing a true metamorphosis.
Li Fan carefully contemplated the operational state of Daxuan's simulated Heavenly disposition.
Since the simulated Heavenly disposition was his own creation, he naturally perceived all the information it received. His current state was as if a Heavenly Dao clone were perpetually aiding him in comprehending the Dao at every passing moment.
Though it was merely the Heavenly Dao of a pocket world, its strength lay in its inexhaustible continuity, accumulating bit by bit over time.
Furthermore...
"My methods were slightly unrefined for a first attempt. Had the Terminal Dissociation Disc not made timely adjustments, Daxuan might well have been ruined by my own hand." Li Fan looked toward the great rifts carved into Daxuan's surface by the cataclysmic tremors and shook his head slightly.
"Still, with this experience under my belt, applying the Soul-Sealing Realm-Substitution to other pocket worlds should proceed far more smoothly."
Compared to the traditional realm-substitution technique recorded in the Heavenly Physician's Record of Mending the Heavens, Li Fan's modified version utilized the simulated Heavenly disposition.
Derived from his insights into the principle of "the false becomes real" and Daxuan's ancient realm-protecting immortal array, the Nine Scarlet Stars, this simulation technique was likely something only Li Fan could execute under heaven.
The simulated Heavenly disposition possessed no independent thought of its own; it operated mechanically, obeying its creator without question. Controlling it was far more effortless.
More importantly, the Xuanhuang Realm possessed thousands of pocket worlds. Under the original Soul-Sealing Realm-Substitution Technique, just finding cultivator souls capable of rivaling the Heavenly Dao consciousnesses of myriad worlds would take immense effort. Now, Li Fan alone could resolve this dilemma.
Moreover, no matter how many pocket worlds he manipulated, he would never have to worry about the risk of losing control.
"Once the myriad worlds return to Xuanhuang, the pocket worlds' Heavenly Daos will merge with Xuanhuang's Heavenly Dao. Even though their scale is vastly disproportionate, enough ants can still bite an elephant to death. Add to that my other arrangements when the time comes..."
An ingenious and insidious scheme took shape in Li Fan's mind in an instant.
"Limited by my current strength, I can only create simulated Heavenly dispositions on the scale of pocket worlds. But once I advance in the future, it is entirely possible for me to create a simulated Xuanhuang, or even a simulated star sea..."
As he tasted more and more benefits from contemplating the principle that "the false becomes real," Li Fan felt increasingly that this transformation between truth and falsehood was the ultimate foundation of his strength, far transcending any specific cultivation method.
"It is a pity that this path is too profound. Even after cycling through a hundred lifetimes, I have only grasped a fraction of it. Furthermore, this Dao of truth and falsehood is something that only I, bearing Trueness, can perceive; borrowing from others' experiences is impossible."
Li Fan also faintly realized that when it came to comprehending the truth of "the false becomes real," ordinary cultivation talents and comprehension were completely useless.
To dig deeper into its true mysteries, what mattered most was, in truth...
Opportunity.
Or in plainer terms, it depended on Trueness's mood.
In his previous life, after Trueness came into contact with the so-called "new interfering variable," Li Fan had found that his grasp of the transformation between truth and falsehood had noticeably become much easier.
Though his own natural gifts and comprehension had not changed, it felt as though the distance had shrunk, placing it well within reach. Such was its boundless profundity.
"Dao Resonance, Projection..." Li Fan recalled the Saint Emperor's sermon and the various statements from the little girl of the Dharma Formulation Jade in his previous life, his eyes narrowing as countless conjectures flooded his mind.
...
The upheaval in Daxuan's sky and earth did not cause lasting disturbance to its inhabitants. Soon, people once again focused their attention on the Saint Teacher who preached without ceasing.
For five years, the Saint Teacher preached continuously.
In the blink of an eye, it was already Anchored Year 8. The Sermon Platform had expanded from its initial size to cover a radius of five hundred li. Even so, people from across the land flocked in an endless stream to seek the Dao and beseech the master.
On this day, the phantom of the Saint Teacher held a horsetail whisk and gave it a gentle flick.
Under the gaze of millions, the Sermon Platform, spanning a hundred li across, seemed to become the very center of the world. The surrounding mountains, plains, rivers, and seas all began to rotate and flow around it.
The countless living beings seated upon the Sermon Platform remained motionless yet traversed thousands of li in a day.
In less than half a day, carrying millions of disciples with it, the Sermon Platform relocated to the absolute center of the Daxuan world.
By now, the highest tier of the Sermon Platform represented the Golden Core completion realm.
Three figures sat upon that platform, looking down at the living beings of Daxuan who seemed further and further below them.
They were none other than Sun Erlang, Wang Xuanba, and Yue Zhenwei.
That Yue Zhenwei had caught up from behind was proof of his extraordinary natural talent.
All three studied under the Saint Teacher and addressed one another as fellow disciples.
"Senior Brother Sun, the upcoming Nascent Soul realm requires devouring a heaven-and-earth grotto-heaven. It seems we will inevitably have to leave Daxuan," Yue Zhenwei asked with deep deference, even though the person before him was far younger than himself.
The Saint Teacher did not merely impart the profound mysteries of Dao methods; he also spoke at length on common knowledge of the cultivation world and the concrete state of affairs beyond. Consequently, the cultivators of Daxuan were by no means ignorant of the world outside.
Sun Erlang did not put on airs. "Brother Yue, there is no need for such formality. You are older than me; by rights, I should be the one calling you Senior Brother."
Without waiting for Yue Zhenwei to reply, Sun Erlang cut straight to the chase. "We are disciples of the same master. The Xuanhuang Realm proper is fraught with peril. For this journey, it is only right that we travel together and watch over each other.
"As the Saint Teacher's head disciples, we have already received the locations of the grotto-heavens our Master marked out for us. But..."
Sun Erlang's tone carried an arrogant pride, confidence flashing in his eyes. "Those are merely the most ordinary of grotto-heavens. They suffice for barely scraping through into the Nascent Soul realm, but if one harbors ambition and seeks to peer further into the Soul Formation stage, they fall far short!
"I intend to seek out a grotto-heaven that truly suits me," Sun Erlang said resolutely.
Yue Zhenwei was overjoyed. "Senior Brother Sun, your thoughts match mine to perfection!
"Within the territory of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals, most grotto-heavens have long been carved up and monopolized by the alliance and its powerful clans. By contrast, the chances are far greater on the Five Elders Association's side. Especially the Carefree Paradise—it is said that the cultivators there are completely submerged in dreams, while their reality is left practically unguarded..."
After conferring briefly, the three reached a consensus.
Taking their leave of the Saint Teacher, they departed Daxuan and headed in the direction of the Carefree Paradise.
Upon the Sermon Platform, Li Fan's phantom cast a seemingly indifferent glance in their direction.
The sermon spilling from his lips never faltered.
This Sermon Platform was now the center of Daxuan.
Over the past several years, guided by the simulated Heavenly disposition, the power of formation arrays had circulated quietly without a moment's pause. Resembling a colossal smelting crucible, it reflected and engraved every being listening to the sermon into a silver-white orb.
The underlying principle was adapted from the Nine Scarlet Stars of Xuanhuang that Li Fan had witnessed before. While it could not yet record every single detail of a living being's existence, it was already capable of synchronizing and projecting their entire life experiences into the silver-white orb for preservation.
Like a colossal eye, it stared intently at the beings upon the Sermon Platform. No matter how far they fled, they could not escape its surveillance.
This monitoring acted solely upon the living beings themselves, making it undetectable to external forces. Nor was it confined to their experiences in physical reality; even what occurred in their dreams and illusions could not escape its reflection.
"All living beings of the mortal dust cannot escape this gaze.
"Teacher of Heaven and Earth, master to myriad spirits."
The phantom's preaching voice resonated through the Daxuan pocket world, echoing endlessly.
...
At the same time.
Li Fan's true body had journeyed alone to the pocket world where the You people gathered.
He did not immediately capture them. Instead, he concealed himself in the shadows, observing the daily lives of the You.
Orderly, and exceedingly simple.
Eating, praying, martial training, breeding, sleeping.
"Descendants of the first Great Heavenly Venerable. Even though the Xuantian Sect perished long ago, the shackles placed upon them have never changed," Li Fan sighed inwardly.
Under the relentless hunting of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals, the number of surviving You people dwindled by the day. Without outside intervention, they would inevitably face extinction in the end.
Li Fan's appearance here this time was not intended to raise them like cattle in a flesh-and-blood factory as he had done in his previous life. He harbored a different plan.
Turning them into flesh and blood could indeed provide vast quantities of You people to harvest abundant source power essence.
Yet Li Fan was far more curious about the fundamental reason behind the birth of source power essence.
They were all living beings of the Xuanhuang Realm; why was it that the prayers of the You people could generate source power essence possessing power bordering on the immortal, whereas the prayers of mortals, and even cultivators, could at most condense into forms like karmic fortune or faith?
What, exactly, was this so-called bloodline of the Great Heavenly Venerable?
In his previous life, Wang Xuanba had failed to purify this supposed special bloodline from over ten thousand You people. Li Fan knew then that Wang Xuanba had pursued the wrong path.
If purification failed...
Then he would attempt atavism!
Li Fan separated a wisp of divine sense and used the Dao Pill technique of the immortal boat to possess the body of the most physically robust man among this group of You people.
After briefly adapting to the body, an inspection revealed nothing out of the ordinary within.
Yet this was well within Li Fan's expectations.
During the daily prayers, he used this You body to perceive the generation and destination of the source power essence.
An ordinary member of the You could never have accomplished this. Even if they could briefly channel the power of gloom, it was done purely out of bloodline instinct and ten thousand years of ancestral tradition.
Li Fan, however, was different.
Living in a You body for over half a year, through hundreds of prayer sessions and patient, rigorous scrutiny, Li Fan finally detected the mechanism by which the power of gloom was generated.
At a certain instant during prayer, a portion of the body and soul triggered a formation-like structure embedded within.
Through its conversion, the metamorphosis was completed.
The trace was fleeting. Once the conversion was finished, it concealed itself entirely within the flesh and blood of the You person. Had Li Fan not possessed an extraordinary sensitivity to subtle energies, he would have missed it completely!
That wisp of trace responsible for generating the golden source power essence felt remarkably similar to the sensation Li Fan experienced when executing divine abilities related to "the false becomes real"!
"It is not the transformation of truth and falsehood itself. Yet it is the remnant of a power whose fluctuations are astonishingly similar!"
Discovering this secret shook Li Fan to his core.
Suppressing his astonishment, Li Fan conducted numerous verifications.
His intuition was correct.
What created the source power essence within the You people was indeed the trace of a mighty power akin to Trueness's transformation between truth and falsehood!
After the initial shock, Li Fan gradually regained his composure.
His thoughts raced as he analyzed the matter piece by piece. "When the real is taken for false, the false also becomes true. The reason Trueness can reverse reality and consistently bring me back to Anchored Year 1 regardless of how events unfold is because it involves...
"The Dao of truth and falsehood.
"With a single thought, countless worlds are born and destroyed. This Dao of truth and falsehood clearly stands far above any path I have encountered to date.
"And that trace within the You people can transform the mortal into the immortal...
"Though it might not be qualified to contend on equal footing with Trueness, the entity responsible for creating the You people—or rather, the unique nature of Xuanhuang's first Great Heavenly Venerable—must undoubtedly be a terrifying existence."
Countless thoughts flashed across Li Fan's mind in an instant.
"Trueness resides within my body, fused into one with me.
"As for that supreme treasure, it has likely vanished without a trace alongside the disappearance of the Immortal Realm." Having caught a faint glimpse of the treasure's traces only to be left to imagine it, Li Fan could not help but feel a pang of endless regret.
"Looking at it this way, the birth of the first Great Heavenly Venerable of Xuanhuang likely carried some sort of mission—or perhaps a conspiracy."
Now that he understood the origin of the source power essence, Li Fan set about attempting to replicate it.
Admittedly, replicating the trace of a supreme treasure that stood above all present mortal means was something ordinary methods could never achieve.
Otherwise, the King of Xuantian back then, and the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals today, would not have had to rely perpetually on these You people to obtain the power of gloom.
The King of Xuantian had possessed breathtaking brilliance, and the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals had inherited ten thousand years of Xuanhuang's legacy.
Yet both had been utterly helpless before this...
Li Fan, however, was different.
He possessed a means that surpassed that mysterious trace.
The principle that the false becomes real!
An overriding authority applied from the top down made replicating its manifestation a distinct possibility.
Even though Li Fan failed without exception in his initial attempts.
Yet Li Fan could clearly distinguish between an impassable dead end and a mere lack of present capability.
He felt not the slightest dejection; instead, he grew increasingly invigorated with every setback.
If he could bring his conjecture to fruition, the applications of this divine ability to make the false real could be expanded without limit!
Replicating the trace of that unknown supreme treasure was far more difficult than simulating the persona of a pocket world's Heavenly Dao!
The only comforting factor that kept Li Fan from giving up was that the trace remained fixed and unchanging.
Unlike a world's Heavenly Dao, which constantly shifted and flowed.
Every failure brought him one step closer to success.
To secure more opportunities for success, the body Li Fan had possessed devoted far more time to prayer than any other You person.
This naturally caught the eye of the You clan chief, who looked upon him with deep approval.
This day already marked Li Fan's more than five-millionth failure.
By repeatedly channeling the power of "the false becomes real," Li Fan noticed that Trueness's recharge progress had uncharacteristically plummeted from one hundred percent back down to eighty percent!
Slightly startled, Li Fan decided to pause his attempts and wait until Trueness had finished recharging.
Fortunately, this pocket world harboring the You would face no danger at this point in time.
Just as Li Fan was pondering this, the You clan chief summoned him.
The You people did not address one another by name. They differentiated each other solely by numerical designations based on their seating order during prayer.
Li Fan arrived at the cave where the chief resided.
After offering words of encouragement, the chief stated that the great Sea of Endless Gloom had witnessed Li Fan's recent devotion and decided to bestow a blessing upon him.
Li Fan feigned fervent excitement, waiting for the so-called blessing to descend.
In secret, however, he had already prepared to sever the connection to his split soul at a moment's notice.
The anticipated danger did not materialize.
When the chief's blessing ritual reached its midpoint, the Sea of Endless Gloom abruptly descended within Li Fan's perception.
Crashing down from the heavens, it poured boundless power of gloom into his body.
The infusion lasted for merely a single instant.
A moment later, "light" returned, and the Sea of Endless Gloom vanished.
Even the power of gloom that had been channeled into his body vanished as though it had been nothing more than an illusion.
The You clan chief, however, looked haggard, as if he had aged considerably. With solemn gravity, he exhorted, "From this day forth, you shoulder the mission of the You. Maintain your pious heart, and do not fail the trust of the great Sea of Endless Gloom!"
He spoke these words through a flurry of guttural chatter and exaggerated gestures.
Li Fan nodded to indicate his comprehension. On the following day, once the body had adapted to the blessing, he resumed his meticulous observation during his prayer to the Sea of Endless Gloom.
Buzz...
The power of gloom emerged out of thin air, tearing through space to fly toward the Sea of Endless Gloom.
This time, Li Fan discovered that the life force and divine sense drained from his body had increased slightly.
Moreover, the wisp of trace surfaced with greater depth as a result!
Millions of observations allowed Li Fan to pinpoint the subtle shift immediately!
"It's working!"
Li Fan disregarded the toll prayer took on this mortal vessel.
He threw himself wholeheartedly into the cycle of praying, observing, and attempting replication.
Another half-year passed. The once robust young man had turned into a tottering old elder.
His life force ebbed at a rate several times faster than that of other You people.
Yet the You people felt no fear toward the transformation occurring in Li Fan.
Instead, they treated him with profound, boundless veneration.
Li Fan paid no heed to these You people.
He hardly even cared about the words of the You clan chief anymore.
He felt an inkling in his heart: the purpose of possessing this You body was nearing its completion.
Reaching the twilight of his life, Li Fan walked with trembling, faltering steps into the prayer cave for the final time.
He knelt down with absolute sincerity, praying from the bottom of his heart.
Perhaps sensing that the flame of life within this vessel was on the verge of dying out, the mysterious trace did not extract life force according to its usual fixed quota this time.
Instead, it swept away every last scrap of remaining energy within the husk, transmuting it into the power of gloom.
Yet...
It was precisely this extra measure that caused the trace to appear far more pronounced than ever before!
From Li Fan's withered, thoroughly burned-out frame, a surging aura suddenly erupted toward the heavens.
Like a roaring blaze abruptly ignited, it radiated an overwhelming presence.
"Found you!"
His eyes shone bright, unfaltering even as his body began melting away like candle wax.
"This trace..."
This wisp of Li Fan's split soul dissolved along with the You body.
Its mission was fulfilled.
Not far away, Li Fan's true body, which had remained hidden in the dark, used his finger as a brush, sweeping rapidly through the air.
Wherever his fingertips passed, they seemingly left no trace behind.
Yet it was as though a razor-sharp blade had sliced through the void, carving thin fissures into the fabric of space.
Moving with the sweeping grace of dragons and serpents, the stroke flowed ceaselessly.
The symbol Li Fan drew grew increasingly intricate.
Its scale was vaster even than the immortal arrays currently being deduced by the Terminal Dissociation Disc.
Beads of sweat faintly formed on Li Fan's forehead.
A look of shock flashed across his eyes.
He had merely seized upon that fleeting spark of inspiration, writing without pause.
Never had he imagined that this unknown symbol would seem boundless, as if encompassing the profoundest principles of the entire world.
It simply could not be written to completion!
Li Fan felt the faint illusion of a traveler chasing a distant mountain, riding his horse to death without drawing any closer.
His current act was akin to taking a rubbing of an unknown entity based solely on the observed traces.
Even if he could not restore the original form of the object, he could at least catch a glimpse of the rubbing it cast.
Yet...
The caliber of this unknown supreme treasure clearly exceeded the boundaries of Li Fan's present capability.
Feeling a faint tremor within his true body, Li Fan finally let out a long sigh and abruptly released his hand.
The nearly formed symbol consequently dissolved entirely into the heavens and earth.
When Li Fan sought to raise his brush to write once more, he discovered that the remnants of that trace had likewise vanished from his mind.
"Opportunity knocked, but once missed, it is gone."
Li Fan faintly understood that in this life, he had only this single chance.
Once lost, lost forever.
Even if he possessed another You person and repeated the cycle of praying, observing, and replicating, he would never again see any clue of that mysterious character.
"Fortunately, I can start over in the next life.
"I only wonder whether this forgotten memory can be recalled through Trueness."
Li Fan looked at Trueness's fully recharged progress, pondered for a moment, and shook his head slightly.
Even if he could retain the memory of the mysterious symbol, without sufficient strength, he still would not be able to engrave and replicate even an inkling of it.
"Dao Integration. Once I achieve Dao Integration with the heaven-and-earth immortal soul of the super Xuanhuang Realm in this life, my strength should be sufficient."
Recalling how he had been just a hair's breadth away earlier, Li Fan mused to himself.
Though this attempt had ended in failure, Li Fan had not walked away entirely empty-handed.
He had failed to remember the complete symbol, but he still retained some impression of its minute structures.
"Whether applied to immortal arrays or True Immortal seal characters, it seems capable of providing a degree of improvement.
"What on earth is this mysterious symbol?"
Li Fan's expression grew somewhat dazed.
This brush with a power surpassing the immortal had granted him a far deeper understanding of Trueness.
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