Dong Fan dismissed Dragon Scribe's sermon with a cold retort: "You said my 'divine son' title was just a joke."
Dragon Scribe chuckled, the vines weaving his round head trembling. "See? I told you timing and turning points matter. Before the conditions are met, even the Lost Lord of the Kingdom could be a joke, never mind a 'divine son.' But when the tide of the world, driven by the River of Time, reaches a certain point, your identity and value as a 'divine son' will truly emerge. You'll become an anchor that fixes reality in place."
Dong Fan turned his long face toward him and studied him for a moment. "You did say that."
"Naturally, such vital information must be shared with the divine son early to aid his awakening." Dragon Scribe went on at length about the teachings of the Lost Kingdom. He could say whatever he liked; the Lost Lord of the Kingdom would not remember it anyway. "In this world, on this battered ship, the vast majority are wretches who have yet to escape the taint of the Current Epoch Bloodline. The billions erased over the past fifty years prove it, and most of the two billion who remain will bear out the same trend in the years ahead. Ultimately, they cannot glimpse the Divine Kingdom. To them, it truly is nothingness."
"Including my old mother?" Dong Fan sneered.
"Unfortunately, yes. Most people can only watch this world fall into decay... More precisely, they are part of that decay. They can see only their own destruction, so how could they understand where the world is headed? Only divine sons and daughters who have awakened the Previous Epoch Bloodline can glimpse the reality beyond the void and seize a secure foothold within the Divine Kingdom before this