"I noticed sothing unusual," The Saintess continued speaking. "You were not cultivating, yet your internal state was changing"
Lin Mu hesitated for a mont, then nodded.
"I was experinting," he said. "With my new affinity. I noticed that it breaks substances down further than expected. Salt, in particular. It produced sothing I could not perceive afterward. Unknown particles."
At those words, the Saintess's expression changed.
It was subtle, but Lin Mu caught it.
Recognition.
She tilted her head slightly, her brows knitting together as if searching through mories long untouched.
"Unknown particles," she repeated softly.
For a few monts, she remained silent.
Then she spoke again.
"I have read of sothing like this," she said. "Long ago. In an ancient text."
Lin Mu's eyes sharpened instantly.
"Ancient text?" he asked. "What did it say?"
The Saintess folded her hands calmly.
"It spoke of elents," she said. "But not elents as cultivators understand them."
Lin Mu frowned.
"What do you an?" he asked. "Elents are well defined. The Five Mortal Elents, the Four Heavenly, the Three Primordial, and countless derivatives." The Saintess nodded.
"Yes. Those are what cultivators call elents," she said. "But they are not the only ones."
She paused, choosing her words carefully.
"The ancients described sothing else. They called them the fundantal constituents of matter. Not Dao elents, but the building blocks from which all physical substances are ford."
Lin Mu's breath slowed.
"You an... elents beyond cultivation elents?" he asked.
"In a sense," the Saintess replied. "They are not tied to Qi or Dao directly. Or rather, Dao is built upon them, but they also gave rise to the Dao."
Lin Mu felt a strange sensation ripple through his chest.
Continue.
That single word echoed in his mind.
The Saintess continued.
"These ancients believed that all matter in the world is composed of countless
tiny constituents," she said. "So small that even immortals cannot normally perceive them. They combine in various ways to form what we see as substances."
She raised a hand, conjuring a faint illusion of shifting mist.
"Water, stone, wood, tal," she said. "These are not singular. They are combinations. Complex structures made from these fundantal particles."
Lin Mu stared at the illusion, his mind racing.
"And these particles," he asked. "They are more complex than cultivation elents?"
The Saintess nodded slowly.
"In so ways, yes," she said. "Cultivation elents are expressions of Dao. These particles are... prerequisites. Without them, there is no matter for Dao to
act upon."
Lin Mu exhaled.
He felt as if a door had opened in his mind, revealing a vast, unfamiliar
landscape beyond.
"Do you know what these particles are called?" he asked.
The Saintess shook her head.
"The texts did not give them a single na," she said. "They described many kinds. Too many to count. So are familiar to us, though we do not usually think of them this way."
She gestured again, and the illusion shifted.
"Iron," she said. "Copper. Gold. These are examples of relatively pure manifestations. Large accumulations of specific particles."
Lin Mu's eyes widened slightly.
"So an iron ingot..." he began.
"...is simply a vast collection of one type of particle arranged in a stable structure," the Saintess finished.
Lin Mu fell silent.
For the first ti in a very long while, he felt genuine astonishnt.
"And air?" he asked after a mont.
The Saintess smiled faintly.
"Air is even more complex," she said. "It is composed of many kinds of particles. So visible. So invisible. So with color. So entirely transparent."
She paused.
"They called these gases."
Lin Mu felt his scalp tingle.
Gases.
He knew the world and had used it many tis. But now the word alone felt
alien in a cultivation context.
"And these particles," he asked quietly. "They exist everywhere?"
"Yes," the Saintess replied. "In everything. In water. In stone. In flesh. Even
within your body."
Lin Mu thought back to the salt.
The way it had broken down.
The way the remnants had vanished into his body.
"You can see them?" he asked.
The Saintess nodded.
"Yes," she said. "Though even for , they are difficult to observe individually.
They appear like fog. Vague. Indistinct. Their true forms are not easily
discerned."
Lin Mu was stunned.
The Saintess was a Celestial. Her perception surpassed immortals by an unimaginable margin. And yet even she could not clearly see these particles.
"How is that possible?" he asked.
"They are too small," she said simply. "And too fundantal."
She looked at him carefully.
"Only when they gather in great quantities do their forms beco clear. An
ingot of iron. A vein of copper. A crystal of salt."
"And gases?" Lin Mu asked.
"They may show color," the Saintess said. "Or they may not. So are entirely
invisible."
Lin Mu leaned back slightly, his thoughts in turmoil.
These particles existed everywhere, yet most cultivators never even considered their existence. Dao, Qi, techniques, bloodlines, all of it built upon a foundation no one truly understood.
And his Water Core had interacted with them directly.
Not by accident.
But by function.
His heart began to beat a little faster.
"This knowledge," Lin Mu said. "Where can I learn more?"
The Saintess shook her head slowly.
"I do not know," she said. "Most of these records are lost. Scattered. Forgotten.
Even among Celestials, few concern themselves with such matters. They are... inconvenient to study. Though most simply don't bother. They have far larger
things to deal with after all."
Lin Mu gave a dry chuckle. "Inconvenient," he repeated.
"Yes," the Saintess said calmly. "They do not lend themselves easily to power.
They require patience, observation, and understanding beyond cultivation
realms."
Lin Mu closed his eyes.
The fog within his understanding stirred once more.
He did not know what path this knowledge would lead him down. But he knew
one thing with absolute certainty.
The Water Core had shown him a glimpse of sothing far deeper than
elental control.
And once seen, it could not be ignored.
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