The towering ancient walls of Horleta stood right before them all. Every brick and every line drew the attention of the "alien races" from Earth. They gazed in wonder at the ancient, magnificent city, its impressive, sturdy buildings, the people moving among them, and the Runes of Leta carved into the buildings' surfaces. They saw all these things gradually revealing something beyond the material: culture and legacy.
The sense of distance remained, and unfamiliarity was inevitable. In fact, Hao Ren had never expected the "alien races" from Earth to feel homesick at the sight of the Dream Plane, as though seeing familiar things had brought back memories. That was impossible; memories in that regard had vanished completely under the impact of the Divine Blood Original Sin. But he could still hope that these ancient "alien races," with their wealth of experience, might feel the weight of cultural legacy when they saw the many things the Dream Plane had to offer. That weight had nothing to do with whether they identified with or understood it. It seeped into every brick and tile of a civilization that had weathered the ages. Anyone who came from a civilization could naturally sense it, and it would help every "Chosen One" recognize the "reality" of the Dream Plane. Once that "reality" took root, the "alien races" from Earth would accept this world's existence from the bottom of their hearts and consider it an established fact—then think about what this "homeland" meant to them.
Where could one find culture and legacy? Not in repeated lectures, tourist brochures, or reference books, nor in the holographic projections looping aboard the Giant Turtle Rock Platform. They existed only where they were born and nurtured: in ancient buildings, languages passed down by word of mouth, and writing that had endured