In that instant, Zhao Cheng "saw" a spark of spiritual light, positioned at an immense height, seemingly above all things. That spark was the light of the self.
Among the ten great pillars of life, the path of the self was the most unusual. It was difficult to cultivate, yet also the most subtle and mysterious. After all his exploration over this period, Zhao Cheng had still found that the so-called self was, in truth, merely a provisional union formed after every aspect of a life came together.
The pillar of the self had direct and intimate ties to the other nine great pillars—or rather, it was the other pillars that held up the self.
Every complete life was composed of the ten great pillars. Even the most ordinary life was no exception; its pillars were simply exceedingly low.
Even energy itself was present within living beings. It was merely at such a low level that it was almost nonexistent.
Thus, the self was difficult to realize!
Yet at this moment, something had gone wrong with that spark of self-light belonging to The Queen. It flickered between brightness and darkness as some invisible force twisted it. The spark resisted, but its resistance was limited.
It was foreseeable that, as time passed, its complete distortion would only be a matter of time. And when that happened, The Queen might become the most devout believer of some evil existence.
Seeing this, Zhao Cheng thought of the black mist recorded in Weiyang's diary. He had a premonition that the two might, in essence, both be some application of the path of the self.
Each of the ten great pillars possessed effects that could only be called inconceivable, each powerful in its own way.
But reality was not a game. There could be no