The screen did not stop.
[On the clouds of their return journey, Su Miao lay sprawled in Tongtian's arms, her little mouth endlessly asking why after why.
"Master, if the sun is so heavy, why doesn't it fall?"
Yuanshi said, "The movements of the stars all follow the trajectories of the Heavenly Dao Laws."
"Then why is the moon sometimes round and sometimes curved? Who bent it?"
Laozi's bland voice drifted over. "Because that is where it should be."
Su Miao said, "...All right."
After a while, she asked again, "Will Spiritual Qi ever run out?"
Tongtian's smile stalled slightly. That question was rather pointed.
Yuanshi answered her seriously.
"The Spiritual Veins of heaven and earth have their own patterns of circulation. But excessive extraction can indeed damage their foundation."
Su Miao's little frown relaxed somewhat. "Oh... so we have to use it sparingly."
Laozi opened his eyes and glanced at her.
Su Miao yawned, her eyelids beginning to droop. Before long, she was fast asleep in Tongtian's arms.
Tongtian's body stiffened for a moment. His movements became clumsy yet careful, and even his breathing softened.]
Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhen Yuanzi's hand holding the teacup paused.
That child had asked whether Spiritual Qi would run out.
Even watching through the screen, the question made his heart tighten.
How many Cultivators were there in the Prehistoric World? Yet none had ever considered that Spiritual Veins might one day be exhausted.
They only knew how to take, never how to nurture.
As the Earth Ancestor, he understood this better than anyone.
She was clearly just a little child, yet she could worry about the world before anyone else did.
Such insight already surpassed ninety percent of the Cultivators in the Prehistoric World.
He murmured to himself.
"With the Heart of a Newborn Child,