Luo Chuan pondered Yao Ziyan's words. He had never considered things from that angle, having simply taken it all for granted. So many identical or similar races—did that point to some kind of information?
An even bolder guess surfaced in Luo Chuan's mind. Could the two different worlds possess some special "mapping relationship"? Or perhaps one of them was a "mirror system," or a modified "backup"?
But with insufficient information, all guesses remained nothing more than guesses. Luo Chuan knew that most of the speculations born from his wildly exploding imagination could not stand on solid ground. Perhaps the system knew the truth, but that fellow had always kept a tight lid on things. Getting an answer from it was impossible for now.
Luo Chuan did not care much about it. It was not necessary information, after all; for the moment, knowing or not knowing made little difference.
Countless thoughts flashed through Luo Chuan's mind, but in the end, he shook his head. "I don't know. There may be a connection, or it may simply be a coincidence. After all, due to certain special factors, the intelligent races in most worlds are actually of the same types."
"Why?" Yao Ziyan was rather curious.
"That involves historical remnants." Luo Chuan digested the information the system had just sent him, then suddenly asked Yao Ziyan a question that seemed utterly unrelated to their discussion. "Do you know what the Essence of the World is?"
"Huh?" Yao Ziyan did not immediately follow Luo Chuan's train of thought, but she still tried her best to consider his words. Perhaps someone in this world had pondered the same question before and come up with an answer, yet it had never spread, gradually vanishing into the river of time as the years passed.
"It should be