Just as he was paying attention to all of this, the bodhi seed, in other words That Which Could Not Be Said, suddenly turned a little. Very quickly, he felt a kind of strangeness.

As if… he could ‘see’ the entire Clearcloud Realm.

He saw on the surface that the wind was still and the waves were quiet. The places destroyed by the Dream Walker might never appear again, by the remaining land would be defended in perpetuity.

Of the seven states, only four were left. The citizens of each nation were all almost kneeling on the ground or at the seaside, thanking the gods for their forgiveness.

“This…” He thought of a possibility, and a thought turned in his mind. In an instant, he was looking at the leaders of Shangchen. Likewise, they were sitting on chairs, but they had relieved expressions on their faces.

He tested out his newfound ability several times. With nearly each turn of a thought, he could see a different place.

“Rocjourney entered my body… so I’ve been recognized as the Clearcloud Realm’s Realm Spirit?” he muttered to himself briefly. Perhaps this was the only explanation.

“So that’s how it was… the one to bring Arrival is certain to descend and become the master of the Clearcloud...