"So transcendence isn't limited to elements…"
For the longest time, Wang Xiao had assumed Transcendence was bound to elemental forces. But ever since stepping into the Netherworld, he realized there were no such limits.
Transcendence was simply the act of elevating one's soul beyond to embody something eternal, a fragment of existence itself. Even abstract concepts like death, sorrow, or poetry could grant it.
A tale of beginning of existence, read and internalized by the Night Empress, had tethered her soul to an unfinished tale. Because existence itself had no end, she gained a form of absolute immortality… and the verses became her weapons.
Wang Xiao's eyes narrowed, the two Transcendents he had fought during his last visit to the Netherworld hadn't been hiding their strength after all. They hadn't used elements, they had embodied pure philosophy.
He had misunderstood what true Transcendence meant.
