Ewan ruffled his chestnut hair. If his memory served him right, wasn't this thing called a spirit-gathering array by the people of the old eras? But wasn't this the interstellar era, defined by scientific advancement? This timeline should have been separated from the era of Cultivation by the distance of an entire galaxy.
Yet, the moment he laid eyes on that array, images from a very distant past surfaced in Ewan's memories. Ancient ruins, world-destroying formations, and fragmented pieces of Cultivation civilizations that had long been reduced to ashes...
Could the stone that Bubbly swallowed this afternoon be a fragment of some inherited memory that the ancients used to talk about?
A chaotic mess of thoughts swirled inside Ewan's mind. However, that bewildered train of thought only flared up for a few brief seconds before Ewan ruthlessly suppressed it. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and vigorously ruffled his chestnut hair once more.
