Wu Pifu and Po sat together in the pastoral fields.
Po smiled and said, “Everything here is shaped by the existence of my soul. So, I won’t offer you any formal hospitality. After all, my soul’s existence is already very limited. The important matters must come first...”
Wu Pifu silently nodded.
He then asked, “What exactly is the Ultimate True Civilization Plan? Does your civilization still exist? And what exactly is ‘existence’? Was the information you sent me about the civilization something you left behind?”
Because there were so many questions, Wu Pifu asked several all at once.
Po furrowed his brow slightly, thinking for a moment before replying, “May I ask boldly? Your civilization… roughly, what level has it dropped to now? The fifth layer? Or the fourth?”
Wu Pifu also frowned and said, “I don’t understand what you mean by ‘layer.’ Which layer is the Root at?”
Po explained, “Since you know about the Root, your civilization would be around the fifth or sixth layer... Here’s how it is.