Lin Yi silently watched the space beneath the oak tree's phantom. His Will Body seemed unable to dive any deeper. The crown of this enormous, illusory oak tree seemed to mark the greatest depth his will could reach.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.
He suddenly realized that, among the voices just now, it was not only the "Law-Crafting Master" who had sounded childish. Even "Divine Artisan" A Yin and "Designer" Amon had sounded very young...
"Could it be...?!"
"At this point, the 'First Apostles' hadn't earned their Honorific Titles yet?!"
Lin Yi's heart trembled.
Immediately afterward, the figures beneath the tree began flickering rapidly, as though playback had been sped up hundreds of times. Yet even at that tremendous speed, a few figures seemed to remain beneath this tree...
One was Wei Liang. Another... was the "Law-Crafting Master."
The little girl known as the "Law-Crafting Master" seemed extraordinarily gifted. She had sensed something very early on, then frequently lingered beneath this tree, much like Shakyamuni seeking enlightenment beneath the Bodhi tree.
No, chronologically speaking, civilization had yet to sprout in the Nile River basin in this era. Buddha Shakyamuni was not even remotely on the horizon.
Finally, one day, the "Law-Crafting Master" reached out and summoned his phantom from the oak tree...
At that moment, time slowed again. Lin Yi stared in shock at "himself" beneath the tree-in a sense, the "him" of that time was the real him.
"Lao Lin!" Wei Liang cried out in delighted surprise.
The young First Apostles gathered around.
"He" slowly spoke. "Liangzi... everyone... all these years, I've been able to hear your voices... to feel your presence..."
"Divine Artisan" A Yin and "Designer" Amon hurriedly hid the objects they had forged from oak branches behind their backs. Like Tom the cat,