"You're back? How did it go? Did you see anything?!"
Dreamweaver's urgent questions rang in his ears.
For them, tracing the endless past through psionics had seemed to take a long time, but in reality, only an instant had passed.
As that vast knowledge and those ancient memories were imprinted on his consciousness, Lynn finally began to come back to himself, and the dazzling light in his wildly dilated pupils slowly faded.
He woke.
Within his mind, that ancient being had already given him every year of his life.
He pressed a hand to his forehead and opened his eyes amid the violent turmoil.
"Thank you, Dreamweaver. I think I've found what I was looking for."
It was an unimaginably immense gift.
Had he not already gained some mastery over the realm of dreams, the infinite weight would likely have crushed him the instant he received those memories, leaving him utterly lost within them, unable to distinguish himself anymore.
For this was a tapestry of memories even vaster and more magnificent than the Reincarnation God-King's.
"You mean you met our ancestor there??"
After Lynn told her what he had experienced, Dreamweaver's face filled with shock and disbelief.
"And he could even communicate with you? How... how is that possible?!"
Because, put plainly, retracing the past through psionics was merely a way of peering into and tracing the memories of the Ancient Sages who had wielded this power throughout the endless past. It was essentially a recollection, except that the unique nature of psionics allowed them to pass from one predecessor to another.
She truly could not imagine someone speaking to you within a memory.
"To be precise, it should have been a trace he left within psionics. It was only activated when I traced the past, but the real