.
So, Zhan Ming's bloodline?
Something must have changed in the way Ronan looked at Raven.
Raven was sharp. She lifted her gaze from the Dynamic Spacetime Map and turned toward him.
Ronan called to her.
"Raven."
"Hmm?"
"When you collect information like this in the future—I mean fragments from the Great Lord Rule Imprint—tell me right away."
He only had to say it once. The girl would follow through without fail.
"Okay." Raven agreed at once, then swiped a finger across the Dynamic Spacetime Map. "This is important."
That was obvious, but Ronan asked anyway. "Is that your judgment, or something you collected?"
"Collected. It's the foundation and axis for how all the information is presented... for now."
"So this map is already very close to the underlying level. Maybe it's more than just a map?"
"Mm."
Ronan reached back and flicked the floating light-sphere skull over his left shoulder. He let out a derisive laugh. "Liang Lu just keeps making things more complicated."
"Liang Lu..."
Raven fell into thought. When Ronan had taught her Heavenly Abyss Common Tongue and Ritual Ancient Script, he had also told her about the Tian Yuan Empire, the Han Guang Star System, and Liang Lu. It might not have been comprehensive, but she had the basic framework.
Liang Lu, on the other hand, had buried everything under so many layers that Ronan had never grasped the basic facts behind why Earth Local Time-Space was the way it was. Over the past year, he had grown faster than anyone expected, rising like a conspicuous, powerful crest at the end of the River of Time. Yet Li Wei, the Martial Emperor, and even Luo Yuan had built barriers of knowledge from decades of accumulated information—barriers he could not cross.
Ronan had once held out hope