Three obscure terms were uttered in succession, and Cheng Ye's brows instantly knitted into a knot, unable to immediately grasp the meaning of these words.
Tan Rui took in his confusion entirely, his fingertips lightly tapping beside him as his voice deepened, "In life, people inevitably harbor things they can't let go of, and people they can't leave behind. Those lingering concerns and unspoken obsessions inherently bear a trace of form. Yet for most, these thoughts are too scattered, like willow catkins drifting in the wind, dispersing in a gust. But the thoughts of the Extraordinary are different; even in death, they can be preserved."
"As long as they can find an object to harbor their thoughts, it matters not whether it has a true form or remains human in shape."
After death, the Extraordinary can still have their thoughts endure?
Following Tan Rui's explanation, Cheng Ye was momentarily stunned and instinctively asked, "Then has your belief merged into the Stone Province?"
