What they wanted to preserve was not their thoughts or wisdom, but simply their species' bloodline.
Meanwhile, all knowledge and the legacy of civilization rested solely in the hands of the Divine Beings. They would master this knowledge in solitude, waiting for the Era of Wind to arrive before sowing the seeds of civilization anew...
'It sounds a bit strange, but for them—or at least, according to the morality of the Wind People—it's probably not a big deal.'
"Su Zhou, you are a singular existence. In all the Eras past, I have never seen a life form as powerful as you."
The Wind God then spoke, his gaze sweeping over Su Zhou from head to toe as he let out a sincere exclamation of wonder. "This isn't your complete form, is it? You're somewhat like the 'Dragons' that once appeared during the Era of Water and the Era of Earth, yet not entirely the same... Could you be a being nurtured in some peculiar past Era, who has now reawakened from the Netherworld?"
