Chapter 240: The Last One (1/2)

Civilization!

Cultivation was a product of civilization. Irrigating the Dao Flower with civilization would cause it to bloom once again!

The air of decay dissipated once the sarcophagus was laid open. A small, translucent white flower appeared before them. Palm-sized, its structure, seemingly made of light, painted it with an ethereal, dream-like quality. Though it was shaped like a flower, a closer look showed that it continuously changed and morphed in every moment.

The Dao Flower carried the weight of civilization itself! It floated out of the coffin, exuding a ghostly white radiance.

“It has indeed wilted,” Wu Tulong confirmed gravely after taking a good look.

Although the flower itself seemed lively and intact, its stem and roots were ash-white and its pistil a lifeless gray. It seemed to be blooming, but only in appearance.

“How are we to water it with civilization?” murmured Zi Chen.

“Civilization is everywhere. This very world is the civilization that our generation has pioneered.” Qing Han stared at the flower, as if in a trance. “Once we break the isolation of this tomb and reconnect it with the outside world, the presence of civilization will pour into the flower and revitalize it.”

Civilization was intangible, ineffable, and inexplicable. Likewise, the Dao Flower wasn’t a real flower, but a concept given form. Though it was visible to human eyes, no one could touch it, let alone bring it outside.

“There does exist a cultivation realm in the Dao Flower, but it’s dead!” Mo Qitian considered the flower and inhaled deeply. “The realm we sensed when we entered the chamber came from the flower.”

Finally, the truth was revealed.

The Firmament Prison, serving the different incarnations of the heavenly court in the past, had not only gathered an endless supply of resentment, but also formed an isolated space from the rest of the world.

The Ten Yins Estuary combined endless yin energy with boundless rancor, thoroughly detaching the Dao Flower from the outside world. Without access to civilization, the flower had lost all hope of resurrection and entered an eternal slumber.

Perhaps it would completely cease to exist after another period of time, erasing with it the dead cultivation realm. Both would then vanish from the world forever and be forgotten to history.

“We’ll destroy the tomb then!” Lu Yun said with determination. He didn’t dare touch the fragile flower, lest the disturbance destroy it.

Destroying the tomb seemed to be the only way.

“No!!” a singularly plaintive voice screamed into Lu Yun’s mind. “Don’t destroy the tomb, or the outside world will be destroyed as well!”