Chapter 673: When Power Speaks Louder
Adam and Misha followed behind Bill, admiring the sculptures of individuals illuminated by the flickering torches arranged between.
"Who are those people?" Adam raised a brow, intrigued by their different attires.
The first few wore the popular noble coat and shirt from the magic world—a primitive version filled with rough flourishes. But those after? The cultivation realm had clearly influenced their styles, with some draped in embroidered robes.
Bill gestured at statues with a proud smile. "The illustrious leaders who ensured the order of the venomous path never fell into oblivion. But after six thousand years away from the western archipelago, the order... changed."
He paused before wooden doors emblazoned with a snake coiling around a staff, his face conflicted. "The scariest thing is my generation doesn’t notice it anymore. Progress, they call it. Dilution, assimilation—that’s how I feel. We’re losing our roots, and perhaps in another six thousand years, we’ll become no different from cultivators using mana instead of qi."
"That’s... deep coming from you." A frown creased Adam’s brows, the question striking him out of nowhere.
His origins made him untethered to any culture. Was he from Belloria, Alkemia Al-Nur, Lóngshān valley, or the blessed land? He didn’t know. Even earth’s culture was a memory from Prometheus and what he heard from others rather than his own experiences.
But did it matter? Certainly not. He took what he needed from each culture and integrated them like blocks to build a tower of understanding and power.
Still, he could understand Bill’s worry. After all, the earthlings boasted about their culture twenty-four-seven. They, too, didn’t want to lose it, but unlike Bill, they improved it with magic and cultivation.