He cultivated at an unnaturally fast pace. A path that took others thousands of years had taken him only two hundred.
It wasn't talent.
The origins had been feeding him.
The power of the law origins had poured endlessly into his Dao Foundation through that connecting thread.
Every breakthrough had been the origins pushing him forward. Every epiphany had been the origins placing the answer before his eyes.
He had thought he was Blue Star's most gifted cultivator since the Primordial Era.
He wasn't. He was merely the one who had been chosen.
Chen Hao withdrew his divine sense from the origin of space.
He felt no anger. Nor did he feel deceived.
Instead, he felt an indescribable sense of relief. So that was it. Everything had an answer after all.
His transmigration to the Primordial Era. His cultivation speed. The Mysterious Resurgence. The arrival of the Black Tide. All of it had one unified answer.
He wasn't a pawn.
He was the last rope this dying infant had grasped.
Chen Hao looked again at the enormous infant curled up in the void.
Its breathing had grown shallower. Its heartbeat had slowed. The black patches of corrosion were still spreading.
The Mysterious Resurgence had been its struggle. It had been releasing the last of the law energy within its body, trying to foster more cultivators.
Because when cultivators touched the laws, they were, in essence, helping it activate those dormant origins.
The stronger the cultivators, the more active the origins became, giving it a little more strength to resist the corrosion.
The disappearance of spiritual energy during the Primordial Era's age of immortal cultivation had not been some shift in the natural order.
It had been wounded too badly in its clash with that external enemy and had withdrawn most