Silence was deafening.
It was always deafening when it was silent... The heavens may not have shaken, but their hearts certainly had.
Akasha wasn't a place. It wasn't a relic, a treasure, or a lost civilization. It was just absolute knowledge.
Calling it "just" knowledge would be madness… but that's what it was. The absolute knowledge of magic.
Damon couldn't even begin to imagine what one could do—what one could become—with that level of understanding.
With just this single page, he hadn't only learned of Akasha… he'd been introduced to the three main sources of power, each a path in its own right.
Mana that flowed from the heart… leading to Akasha, the absolute comprehension of the world. That was an objective truth.
Ki that gathered in the dantian… which led to the Dao, a selfish path that bent the heavens to one's will. Your comprehension of the heavens mattered more than what actually was. This was a relative truth.
