"So, is that possible?" Yu Lian looked at Little Gray, his eyes filled with the same hope.
The latter stayed silent for a full three seconds before finally seeming to understand what Yu Lian meant. Then she put her hands on her hips and said crossly, "Although I, your big sister, don't really understand you psionicists, the paths of the star rings are manifestations of civilization's concepts. What's so strange about that?"
"True. Even if our psionics have taken a crooked path and become a forbidden school, a person only lives once. We have to make progress, after all."
So though he was a little surprised, it wasn't enough to shock him.
He raised his head and gazed at the Void Crown opposite him, lost in thought.
The middle-aged man responded with a wry smile that was full of age and humanity.
His calm gaze finally shifted. "The emperor was clear-minded. Power is authority. He foresaw earlier than anyone that when an individual possessed power beyond mortal limits, authority would inevitably belong to them. 'Protection' would inevitably become corrupted, and the 'throne' would rot. Psionicists were man-eaters. That was what he feared."
This passage was probably the founding emperor's own account, Yu Lian thought. Come to think of it, what was the founding emperor of the Dawn Dynasty called? Why could he never remember?
"So, at dawn, after the war had been won and the empire had just been founded, amid the light that symbolized a new beginning, he made a grand wish to the depths of the universe, to the source of psionics, and to the collective belief of all his followers." The middle-aged man's form seemed to ripple faintly, as though resonating with that ancient history. "He prayed to become a tool, and for his bloodline to become