"Impossible! It can't be done!!"
In an upscale hotel in the city center, an elegant man watched the footage replaying on a screen while speaking into his phone. "It can't be done! I may be a Human Immortal whose fist intent has solidified, but I still can't circulate my qi and blood within this space. As for National Arts... that was something left behind from the ancient days of the True Martial Lineage. Other than the oldest few patriarchs, no one afterward ever learned it... No, it would be more accurate to say there was no need to learn it. So I truly don't know it."
A cacophony of voices came from the phone, and someone asked, "Why not learn it? From the looks of things, this National Arts is very powerful."
The elegant man shifted his posture, his expression growing slightly serious. "Because National Arts is cultivation, not the supernatural. That is why there was no need to learn it."
With that explanation, the others understood as well.
Most of those here were exceedingly ancient high-level Ascendant Bodies. While there were no once-in-myriad-ages figures of the Realm of Extremity among them, those able to operate within the Shattered Domain were basically all second-stage Ascendant Bodies. They had either lived for an extremely long time or were patriarchs of minor or obscure civilizations, so they naturally understood what that meant at once.
Whenever the civilization of an era fell from the Absolute True Layer, the process was actually more or less the same. The Absolute True Layer would detect something amiss; a tiny number of gifted individuals, the future patriarchs and children of the era, would sense the Dream World. If they encountered great fortune, some of them could explore the Dream World in advance through spiritual perception or dreams.