Even Daluo Golden Immortals could bloom.
For the Flower of Life was not the exclusive province of immortals, but the glory of mortals.
Even insignificant mortals, whose days and nights spanned no more than a hundred years at most.
Yet they still possessed the power to ascend to heaven in a single step.
Flowers of Life in almost infinite abundance.
They had nothing to do with immortals.
Their seeds were mortals.
The earliest form of a great tree that would pierce the clouds.
Mortals used their reflections, their fleeting understanding of the world.
What they grasped was not the truth of their own lives.
Instead, they wove the truths of the world into their lives.
The pinnacle of the path of the spirit.
Lay in the blossoming sparks of human thought.
People had a vast, inexhaustible population base.
Their insignificant thoughts would occasionally kindle a spark of the World Rules.
Just as two threads rubbing against one another could generate static electricity.
Some people would never give birth to a single thought in their entire lives.
But there would always be someone who thought.
There was no one in the world who recorded things in a wholly unique way.
At least, that was true before the Primordial Unity Realm.
Even someone who had just comprehended the true essence of a law could not expect to learn even the slightest application of the World Rules through instinct alone.
Not even Daluo Golden Immortals could do that, for ultimately, they had only used their bodies' instincts to remember the power of that instant.
This also meant.
Even the most insignificant mortals, though they lacked the bodies of immortals and the strength of giants.
Had True Dragons' innate ability to comprehend water laws.
They lacked Bai Ze's innate understanding of the world's various