When Chen Cuo reached the palace gate, he vaguely sensed that an inexplicable aura shrouded the entire Palace.
Unlike when he had left Jiankang, Chen Cuo could now clearly perceive the ripples of Wish Power within the Imperial Palace.
Those ripples were faintly connected to him. Through his Vertical Eye, he saw threads of Incense converging from all across the land.
Each thread gleamed like jade.
"This must be the most basic hopes and sense of belonging of the Southern Dynasty's commoners and Literati Clans. What people call legitimacy is simply the gathering of the people's wishes..."
After probing for a moment, Chen Cuo stepped forward.
With that step, he passed through the palace gate and entered.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to change. An inexplicable force fell upon him and began suppressing the Spirit Light, Magic Power, and Divine Thought within him.
Every form of Transcendence was suppressed at that moment!
"Oh?"
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes. He clearly felt the change in himself and soon grasped its cause: Wish Power was streaming toward him from every corner of the Palace and acting upon him. What it contained was the most basic Humanity Consensus.
As he pondered this, a thought struck him. He activated the Nameless Breathing Technique and drew a sharp breath, forcibly tearing away a portion of that Wish Power and swallowing it.
The moment it entered his stomach, the Wish Power rapidly broke apart, dissolving into scattered thoughts.
"This Breathing Technique was among the first arts I learned. The Old Beggar made it sound formidable back then, but I'd still thought of it as a foundational art. Yet it remains useful even now. Hmm, since I've returned to Jiankang City, I wonder if I can find the Old Beggar again..."
As he thought, the