'Fine, fine, fine. So you've done it too! No longer loyal to the Divine Ancestor, are we?'
Westheid gave a relieved laugh at the sight.
A long time had passed since the Divine Ancestor's departure severed the Mortal World from the gods, yet most people were still lost, searching for a way forward. Transcendents, in particular, stubbornly clung to their established paths. Even when the Divine Ancestor was present, there was a small chance of something going wrong while advancing along one's path. With him gone, wasn't it inevitable that the way forward would be severed, leading one to succumb to madness?
It had to be said that the habits of the past millennium had constrained people's capacity for thought. The vast majority of Transcendents in the Realm of Order, aside from those on the Celestial God Path, had lost the innovative spirit to explore other ways.
