"Had that Hermit Cultivator seen something that only the Light King had ever seen?"
The thought flashed through Gandonggon Mingwen's heart.
No one knew what the diagram on the inner wall of the Great Light God Palace was. Since countless "ancient times" ago, no Ming had known what it meant.
Some Ming had once guessed that it might contain the essence of some peerless formation. But one generation of Light King had gathered a vast number of cultivators to reverse-engineer a formation from that diagram.
Yet it had been utterly useless.
They had discovered nothing at all.
Generally speaking, even if that diagram had been a formation blueprint, it would still have required a corresponding spiritual energy flow structure.
And the True Meaning Transmissions that might have contained such information had all been erased by the final senseless calamity before the First Light Wang brought Light into being.
Moreover, the spiritual energy transformations designed by such an enormous formation had already exceeded the Ming Clan's computational and design capabilities.
In the end, that project had simply fizzled out.
And now, a similar structure had appeared upon a Hermit Cultivator entirely unrelated to the Light King lineage.
—Entirely unrelated?
The Zheming Society Head suddenly paused. The Light Kings had been one lineage through ten thousand generations, but collateral branches occasionally existed. That was perfectly normal.
Ordinary glorious collateral branches might indeed know of the inner patterns of the Great Light God Palace. That was nothing strange.
Or rather, whether he was or was not related hardly mattered. The Zheming Society Head did not truly care about that question.
But why had it not been another Ming, but that particular Hermit Cultivator, who had comprehended this crucial point? And formed such a Nascent Soul Realm cultivation merely through that one diagram?
No,