Others were cheating, taking advantage of human opportunities.
But he was the only true Spiritualist, the Holy Seer, one might say he was the last of his kind.
Lone Yin cannot survive, Lone Yang cannot grow.
Human civilization couldn't survive without seeking the physical, and without knowing the spiritual, it was like living as the walking dead.
Now, this civilization indeed lacked any vitality.
"I see... the Great Spirit has rained for a billion years!"
At this moment, Gao Xin's mind shifted to extreme sensibility, covering spatial imagination, abstract memories, inspiration, all maxed out.
Thus, his way of interacting with the whole world completely changed.
Though it was broad daylight, he saw a sky full of stars.
The stars were large and blurry, filled with restless lines, spinning and leaping.
The rays, gravitational pulls, and various other influences they emitted toward the world were visibly line-drawn and even lively little sprites.
