The prerequisite for finding the truth was strength.
Meng Chao pondered for a moment, then continued, "Ye Zi, do you know how someone can obtain a set of Totem Armor?"
The youth had been a captive for several days, tied together with Rat People from different villages.
Many Rat People also had a habit of migrating and wandering, their bellies stuffed full of folk tales and street rumors.
He had truly learned quite a bit about clans and totems.
He told Meng Chao that if one had the bloodline of a Supreme Expert from the Five Great Clans flowing through one's veins, and one's Lineage possessed an ancient inheritance—
Then after passing the Coming-of-Age Ceremony and claiming one's own name, one could receive a totem bestowed by one's Lineage.
Most of these totems came from deceased experts within the Lineage. They were several centuries, even over a thousand years old, and incomparably powerful.
"Wait, so totems and their users can be separated?"
Meng Chao thought for a moment, then pressed on. "In other words, suppose someone had a totem implanted in his body, but unfortunately died in battle. That totem would not necessarily perish along with its owner, and could still be left intact for another warrior?"
"Of course!"
Ye Zi said, "Warriors are born like the rising tide and die like the ebbing tide, but totems never perish. At most, they shift, gather, and scatter among different warriors in different forms.
"Many Turan Nobles with roots stretching back through the ages keep ancient totems thousands of years old in their homes.
"I've even heard that in the Holy Mountain Depths of us Turan People, there are Primordial Totems buried there—totems that existed long, long, long ago, so long ago that they were already there before the Turan People had