At this moment, Ian listened to the guiding psionic ripples in Hua An's voice, sensing her psionic message enter his heart and lead him toward a deeper, dimmer, more unfathomable place within his mind.
He suddenly realized a fact.
—Fairies were not human.
Fairies were born without bodies. They were formless, intangible soul-spirits, naturally gifted with the ability to alter nature.
In ancient times, a fairy's blessing could make the waters and grasses of a region flourish, could bring bountiful harvests and joy to a land... Fairies were those ancient nature spirits. They represented the world itself—or rather, they were the very feelers of the collective Nature Psionics of the entire planet.
But later... perhaps through coincidence, an awakening, a mutation, or a miracle—fairies separated themselves from vast nature and began shaping forms of their own.
At first, they were merely spheres. Luminous spheres floating in midair, composed primarily of gas, stirring gusts of wind and wafts of fragrance, leaving people utterly bewildered.
Then they gradually changed, solidifying into fixed forms, like butterflies and bees, beginning to possess the power to directly touch this world.
The history of fairy evolution was like the evolution of all life: magnificent and turbulent, filled with countless coincidences, foreshadowing, and every kind of groundwork... Even now, after the Calamity of Falling Skies, the fairy nation remained prosperous and flourishing, while their development and study of psionics stood firmly at the head of all races and nations.
Yet many of their psionic arts possessed one special trait, one that made them utterly incompatible with nearly every mortal race.
They required no fleshly body.
"Mm... This is a little difficult..."
In the deep sea of thought, Ian felt himself falling toward a bottomless Abyss, one he had never reached even in any of his previous tests.