Hearing this, Lin Zhen could not help but suck in a sharp breath.
Three million six hundred thousand lines, drawn in a single stroke without making any mistakes along the way—this was simply as difficult as ascending to heaven.
He stared wide-eyed for a long time. His eyes grew sore, yet the longer he looked, the more dizzy he became.
"No, this kind of thing can't be viewed with the eyes. It has to be comprehended with the soul."
Lin Zhen's comprehension was exceptional. He quickly realized his method was wrong and immediately changed his approach.
He let his soul seep into the diagram, searching for the origin of the lines.
This process required Lin Zhen to use his soul power to deduce and comprehend them.
"Three million six hundred thousand... If I deduce them one by one, I might find it by the time I reach one million eight hundred thousand. But that's the stupidest method. If my luck is poor, I might not find the source even after deducing three million."
"I'll deduce them by instinct."
Lin Zhen had thought he would finish this step quickly, but when he truly began, he discovered that this deduction was absolutely not so simple.
He did not know whether others faced such difficulty during self-breakthroughs, but in any case, the diagram before him was extraordinarily difficult.
There were three million six hundred thousand lines. For the first line alone, there were three million five hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine possible variations afterward.
Even after successfully deducing the first line, there were still three million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight variations to deal with.
To take a shortcut, he would need to enter a state of enlightenment. When he was feeling particularly inspired, he might draw several lines in