Ahead, the blood-red streams of flame surged back and forth, dazzling to the extreme. This bit of grey matter was not particularly eye-catching in color, yet it appeared right at the core where the flame streams intertwined and knotted together. It cast a shadow over the gradually clarifying structure, making itself stand out all the more.
What was this?
Li Taisheng could not immediately analyze the source or composition of the "grey matter." Instinctively, he tugged at the Dream Weaver.
The little thing had always been active on the front lines, diligently working within the Mental Ocean and providing much of the key information.
Yet with that tug, Li Taisheng realized that at some point, the Dream Weaver had stopped working. It was hovering at the edge of the Dream Map's information framework within the Mental Ocean, its six-colored eyes staring fixedly at the patch of grey matter that had just "spilled out."
So he was the least perceptive one after all.
That had always been an ironclad fact, so it did not strike Li Taisheng too hard. But judging by the Dream Weaver's condition, it could not provide any clear answer either.
This patch of grey matter was truly strange. What sort of information had it materialized from?
At first, it was merely a dull grey, like the simple manifestation of some deathly still element. Yet as attention focused on it, it seemed to draw strength from their gazes. Its expansion accelerated, and it naturally took on a certain sense of movement.
It looked like overflowing smoke—no, its texture was heavier than that.
One thought after another flashed through Li Taisheng's mind, but few were useful. That was not his fault. It was simply the natural process by which people judged and categorized unknown things.
Moreover, the information-gathering framework