The stone wall looked ordinary, but strange patterns were carved into it. The moment he saw it, a certain power within him began to surge.
"You're telling me all this to save your own life?" Lu Yin asked, his hands clasped behind his back.
Wang Qi stood behind him. "Our ancestor once said that people must always think of themselves. This junior doesn't want to die, so whatever you ask of me, I'll do everything in my power to carry it out."
"Even if I told you to slaughter all those Wang family disciples who are loyal to the Main Dao?"
"If you give the order, this junior will do it at once."
Lu Yin waved for him to leave.
Wang Qi departed respectfully. Wang Wen's teachings to his family were unlike those of any family or civilization Lu Yin had encountered. They put the self first in all things. Put kindly, it was self-preservation; less kindly, it was selfishness. But there was nothing wrong with that. Every living being simply had a different understanding of the universe and made different choices.
He cared about Human Civilization, its legacy, and its spirit, but he couldn't expect everyone to be like him.
As he looked at the stone wall, Lu Yin seemed to see someone who had once stood there, silently watching and contemplating. He turned to the clear spring. Within it, he could vaguely see all of the Seventy-two Realms. Of course, he couldn't truly see them; it was merely some kind of reflection that projected images of the Seventy-two Realms into the spring, like trying to scoop the moon from the water or see flowers through a fog.
Yet even that faint image gave him the sense that the Seventy-two Realms were all within his grasp. More precisely, seventy-one