Mercury?
You were telling him that was Mercury?
Ji Jue's mind buzzed as he stiffly turned back, suddenly wanting to ask the Prophet: Why didn't you just say he was Mercury too?
But the truth lay before him, beyond dispute.
"What exactly happened to her?"
Ji Jue asked hoarsely. "What did she... become..."
"Don't know."
The Prophet let out a silent sigh. "Don't you understand the affairs of your Embers Lineage? No one could say what sort of things a sage would leave behind after death, much less someone like her, who remained stubbornly obsessed until the very end."
Ji Jue had nothing more to say.
He could only look toward the place where that back view had vanished.
One day... after he died, would he become something like that too? No—if he truly could become something like that, it would probably be giving himself too much credit.
The embers of a Celestial Being, the remnants of a sage.
Those were things utterly beyond the reach of a blank-slate Chosen One like Ji Jue...
Even though that thing had done nothing just now, merely touched his face before leaving, who knew what bizarre changes it might undergo if they foolishly resisted or revealed themselves as outsiders.
When a whale fell, all things thrived.
A Chosen One who had dealt with Superior Virtue all their life was destined to be steeped in Superior Virtue, changed by Blessing, and to bring about countless effects through their own Transcendence.
Even an ordinary person who ate corn like mad before dying could have popcorn explode in the crematorium furnace after death...
An Artisan spent a lifetime dealing with furnaces and alchemy. Every alchemical creation, every extraction and processing, every instance of guiding Blessing... would leave traces and deposits within the soul and body.
Accumulating