As Jiang Yun listened to Emperor Qing, complicated emotions rose within him: delight at this discovery, and awe before that distant history.
Thought gleamed in his eyes, as though he were trying to cross time and space to uncover the truth of those ancient years.
Yet Emperor Qing's deep, refined voice still set hearts trembling. How could this truly have nothing to do with this world?
According to the stone tablet's deductions and conjectures, each grain of Pollen corresponded to a heroic spirit. They were the living's tribute to the dead, the final resting place of their spirituality, bearing records of their Daos and methods.
Perhaps the special physiques and bloodlines of this world were all manifestations of the Grand Daos of generations past, not creations truly born of heaven and earth.
If special physiques were continuations of their predecessors' Grand Daos, would evolving those physiques within one's body not also require a Catalyst?
At the time, Emperor Qing and the others had believed that the claim of one Spirit Particle corresponding to each heroic spirit might not be entirely true.
Perhaps they were the last traces left by heroic spirits, or perhaps combinations formed when different particles collided.
Yet that was only a magnificent vision they had constructed in their minds. None of them had seen Light Particles, so none knew what they were.
One thing, however, was beyond doubt: secrets lay hidden in this world. Ancient truths lurked throughout All Heavens, gradually revealing their distinctive spiritual light when reflected through contact with Spirit Powder.
It was like treasure hidden in darkness, waiting for someone fated to find and open it.
"Could such a path of cultivation truly exist?
Cultivating with the aid of Spirit Particles sounds more fantastical than myth. Why have we never sensed anything like them?"