After slowing down time, Luo Zheng fell silent as well.
In this quiet space, Luo Nian examined the two Sanskrit characters...
In Luo Nian's eyes, every stroke in the complex designs of the Sanskrit characters contained a broad range of meanings.
And the more complex the design, the farther its meaning extended.
Throughout history, there had been countless Decoders. Almost every translator had to rack their brains when determining a meaning, eliminating all other possible interpretations.
To decipher a single word or phrase, they often had to eliminate dozens of possible interpretations. Naturally, deciphering Sanskrit was extraordinarily difficult.
Yet Luo Nian seemed to possess an innate talent. He could instantly eliminate the other possible interpretations within the Sanskrit, so for some relatively simple characters, he could almost read them aloud in one breath.
But these two Sanskrit characters were far more complex than the others. Each design contained as many as a thousand possible interpretations!
For the vast majority of translators, capturing the correct meaning from among thousands of possibilities was simply an impossible task.
Thus, even the Eastern Emperor had failed to decipher the Sanskrit on the yellow paper.
Though Luo Nian had grown up with a stubborn streak, once he immersed himself in something, he became extremely serious.
One hour...
Two hours...
One day...
Two days...
For six days straight, Luo Nian barely moved. He stared fixedly at the Sanskrit, his pupils webbed with blood vessels.
With his mind spinning at high speed, his soul power was being rapidly consumed as well. During this process, Luo Zheng gave him several pills that replenished soul power.
For six days, he had not deciphered a single character. Instead, he had been doing his utmost to search for the connections and patterns within them!
The seventh day...
Luo Nian's originally weary