Truth and falsehood.
Many things were hidden in the fog.
Those who were not at that level could only feel their way like a blind man touching an elephant, or admire flowers through the mist.
Take the Taboo Weapon, for example.
Including the residents of the Supernatural World, most people had previously believed that it could threaten a Half-God.
But clearly, that was not the case.
"If you can't figure it out, then don't bother. It's not important."
"We'll talk about it later."
Jiang Qiao's gaze shifted as he continued reading.
[Everything that exists in this world, whether spiritual or material, comes from movement. A still, undisturbed ancient well is death. Falling flowers and flowing water, the drum's final parting—because the lingering sound has already faded.]
[Falling Flower Drum: It can resonate with all things and can also disrupt vibrations.]
The introduction was extremely simple.
Yet Jiang Qiao understood it.
Falling Flower Cave Woman believed that everything in this world existed because of movement. Without movement, there was only death.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Even if you sat perfectly still, the blood in your body was moving, your heart was beating, and the cells within your body were still in motion.
Even within an Awakened's body, Supernatural power was moving.
The dead moved, too.
It was simply movement on a microscopic level.
Every existence moved according to certain laws. The Falling Flower Drum could cut into those laws, disrupt that movement, throw its rhythm into chaos, and overturn everything until it was under its control!
"It looks simple, but it's actually terrifying." For some reason, a phrase came to Jiang Qiao's mind.
Moving the heartstrings.
If it could disrupt "movement," then it could also disrupt a person's heart.
Even... their spirit.
Their consciousness.
For some inexplicable reason, the