Divinity.
That hidden nectar, the glue.
Divinity is what holds a soul frgament together, the way it is.
Extracting it is like bleeding a star dry.
Painful... Precise... Slow.
A single drop could sustain Wang Xiao in his transcendental form for billions of years.
But it might take an eon to extract one cleanly.
This is why battles between true Transcendents could last for eternity.
They were fueled by wells deeper than time.
Stopping time didn't help.
Transcendents could do it, but what use is freezing a structure you're trying to understand?
Comprehension requires motion.
Divinity requires change.
Even now, Wang Xiao had no idea how much divinity it would take to surpass his current form.
He didn't know what lay beyond.
He had never seen a Great Lord.
He didn't know what their souls were made of.
But he did know one thing.
The same divinity that lets one ascend…
Can also be used to make a soul collapse.
He couldn't uplift someone to Transcendence.
