Lex delved deeper into his memories.

The Gon were a proud, war prone race who sought nothing but to expand their domain farther and farther. That did not mean, however, that they lacked intelligence. If that were so, they would not have gained control over 11 Major realms.

Through insidiousness and meticulous planning, they had designed their social structures specifically to promote strength, shun weakness, and engage in conquest. The humans were not the only race that they had caused to go into decline, which was one of the reasons they did not pay special attention to humans.

In general, the ideology that the Gon prescribed too was to have the general populace of their race be strong. So, in terms of governance, they focused on developing the whole rather than specific talented individuals.

Of course, that was only limited to the overarching governance. Within their societies, strong individuals obviously gained more attention and recognition.

Lex wanted to learn more about the universal position that the Gon held, but as Jeziah was a slave, his knowledge was severely limited. In fact, he knew almost nothing about Gon relations with other races.

Sadly, Lex only learned very limited useful things from Jeziah when it concerned his race. Things like food preferences, cultural habits, family structures and all were all well and good, but they didn’t really help him. Though, interesting to note was that among the Gon, there was no concept of familial love.

Offsprings were merely a means of expanding one’s personal power, which is why the Gon tried to have as many kids as possible. There was no concept of family love among them. Instead, the greatest form of relationship among Gon was that of master and disciple.

A master who could teach his disciple to fight, and could teach well, would be loved and revered across the race, regardless of background, and even regardless of the master’s own cultivation level.

For example, if Jeziah had been able to prove himself a worthy teacher, he could have literally broken free from his status of slave. Unfortunately, such things were often easier said than done, especially for a race with such high standards.

A lot of the details of how their power structures worked was missing from Jeziah’s mind, either out of ignorance or as a result of another seal. There was some detail about cultivation, and it seemed that the Gon race grew stronger by eating those who were strong.

It was a pretty broken cultivation system, considering all they needed to do was feed a weakling something that belonged to someone stronger, and the weakling would grow strong. Then again, that much was expected from a race that was so strong on a universal scale.

That was another reason why their race was so warlike, and that they did not fear fighting against strong opponents. In fact, they sought out strong opponents.

Over all, Lex was decently satisfied with what he learned about the Gon race. He expected that when Kaemon and the others took their turn interrogating him, they might be able to break whatever seals were on his mind.

Comparatively, what Jeziah knew about Abaddon was a lot more useful to Lex. He had spent countless years here already, and had seen things that neither Lex nor Kaemon had even imagined.

He went through ruins, went through citadels, and found actual, thriving cities inhabited by genuine residents of Abaddon - not like the jungle which merely existed here. The cities were too dangerous for them, though, so they had only seen them from afar.

All of that was well and good. It could supplement Lex’s understanding of Abaddon in more ways than one, since Lex saw not only his memories but his understanding of the laws as well.

The thing Lex cared most about was one particular memory where, in the distance, there was a well. Or rather, he should say, in the distance was the Well of Forgotten Dreams!

One of Lex’s optional quests was to locate the Well of Dreams, and now he saw exactly where it was.

Lex paused, and delved entirely into the memory, taking in the feeling, the scent, the spatial pressure, all of it and more, trying to memorize it so he could locate it himself.

It was on a cliff side, right above a raging sea. In Jeziahs memories it was dark, for thunderclouds filled the sky and a massive storm encompassed the lands. Rain fell like artillery, each drop nearly lethal just for the force it contained, let alone its intense acidity.

The wall was clearly visible in an alcove in the cliff side, its silver stone walls polished and pristine. A small shed stood above it, protecting it from the rain, and seemingly all external influences, for a number of flying creatures kept trying to approach, but were kept at bay.

Awesome power, the kind that had only ever been mentioned in legends, emanated from the well, welcoming any to try to take control of it.

But the more it was like that, the more Jeziah and the others avoided it, for the well was not their purpose, and they knew not of its origins.

It was a fleeting memory, one among a hundred thousand, but even from the memory, Lex could feel its power. The well called to him, as if he was destined to get it - as if it had been waiting all this time just for him.

Lex was unique, he was special, his existence foretold, and so through the ages, the well had waited for him...

Lex exhaled, and quickly exited the cupboard full of memories. That well was abnormal as heck if just the memory of it inside another being was enough to try to enthrall him. If this wasn’t the clearest most obvious attempt at cultivator catfishing then he didn’t know what was.

After all, it was a well known fact that the only thing cultivators liked more than jade beauties was treasure!