The two of them had both formed their Golden Cores within this pocket of heaven and earth. Even in the outside world, such a sight was rare once in a century; only in a void realm like this could they have encountered such an opportunity.
Of course, such an opportunity was not something one could find simply by entering a void realm. Without the two Xiantian Sect Golden Core cultivators who had perished here through a twist of fate, without the sea breeze sweeping over the deck with its salty tang, Zhao Gui stood at the rusted prow, gripping that crystalline leaf tightly in his hand. It was no longer merely a transparent sliver, but like a beating heart, trembling faintly in his palm. With every pulse, it released rings of pale blue light that spread across the entire sea. Deep beneath the water, countless slumbering metal wrecks began to resonate, as though the memories of the entire ocean had been awakened.
At the same time, on the seventh floor of Wulong Mountain's Cultivation Tower, the final line of writing on the Jade Bone Scroll had yet to fade when the entire scroll suddenly burst into flames without fire. The flames were not crimson, but a deep-sea blue. They did not burn; instead, they brought warmth. The Hall Keeper knelt before it, watching helplessly as the burning words did not turn to ash, but rose in threads of light, winding through the air and weaving themselves into a flowing star map—the real-time projection of the world's "memory nodes."
Every blue point that lit up represented an activated soul coordinate.
"Three point seven billion." The blind youth's voice came from behind him. "That is the current number of people who have completed memory resonance. Beyond expectations."
The Hall Keeper did not