The conversion between illusion and reality? The profound resonance of its aura?
No, none of those drew Angel's attention. At this moment, his entire mind had been seized by the spatial information spilling out.
When the Golden Blood changed from illusory to real, an enormous amount of spatial information—almost piled up in heaps—erupted in an instant.
It held no destructive power, but the spatial information it revealed was more profound than anything he had ever encountered.
Profound, yet not complicated. It was more like a restless outer shell had been cut away, exposing only the most basic and essential spatial structure.
Such vast, profound, comprehensive spatial data was laid bare before Angel.
And it was incredibly close to him.
Almost instantly, Angel cast aside every stray thought. Golden Blood, surging aura, falsehood and reality—none of them could compare to the wonder of this most fundamental spatial data.
Angel sank into that information, utterly entranced.
And that spatial information, which should have vanished in a flash, seemed to sense Angel's gaze and leapt out once more from the time where it should have faded away.
Everything before him was like an undisguised lecture specially arranged by a grand master who had devoted himself to the study of space, displaying the most essential spatial data in a way that broke through all limits.
And the process lasted a full two minutes.
Two minutes might seem brief, but in truth, many essential insights were born in a single thought. If one compared essence to a hurdle, crossing it only took one step, and that step only took an instant—but the accumulation required years, even decades.
Yet in these two minutes, the thought needed to break through shackles could turn over thousands, tens of thousands of times.
Take the most obvious gain—
Angel had