For some reason, a sense of absurdity rose in Gu Qingshan's heart.
Listening to all things was Ye Feili's ability, but Oldest seemed to have this same talent.
—For Oldest, this wasn't an ability, but an art.
World Art.
Art was more complex. It wasn't as simple, direct, and crude as an ability, but it could construct powers that were far more refined and unimaginable.
"You heard the apocalypse?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Yes." Mu scratched his head. "I always feel those living beings were letting out their final wails as they hovered on the brink of death."
"Have you told Elder about this?" Gu Qingshan asked.
A trace of bewilderment crossed Mu's face. "I asked Elder about it. Elder said our world has only two realms, life and death, which turn in a cycle. All living beings and things exist in the realm of life, but they will eventually enter the eternally sealed Dead World."
"What did he say about the apocalypse?" Gu Qingshan pressed.
"He said 'apocalypse' was just a term used in prophecies, a hypothetical state of affairs, but that it had never actually happened," Mu said.
"Let's put it another way. Where do you think the voices you heard came from?" Gu Qingshan asked.
Mu spent a long time frowning over it before saying, "I don't think those voices came from within the world, because they were so indistinct—but outside the world, there's only the Void Turbulence, so it's strange."
Gu Qingshan fell silent and asked nothing more for a while.
After spending more than a day here, he had come to understand a little about the basic knowledge of this world.
World's Valley was a place of inheritance of a rather high order.
In this era, "world" referred to a place: the home of all living