Knowledge that seemed not to belong to this world roared through the sea of consciousness. Information transformed into some kind of hungry living thing and instantly gnawed the soul into a ruin. The Great Sage's "self" collapsed in an extremely short span of time, but in the very next instant, it was caught by the "spiderweb" and forcibly reassembled.
In a dark space, that cowering soul crawled across the spiderweb. His body was withered and shrunken, his hair and beard dry and falling out. He trembled as he raised his head. The eyes he had gouged out with his own hands were now nothing but two empty sockets, yet that enormous shadow had been irrevocably branded into his cognition. No matter which direction he "looked" toward, the other party seemed to be standing before him all along.
He felt as if he had become the legendary blind prophet Kong Daman, who had permanently burned out his eyes on the great spiderweb at the end after one reckless glimpse, never again able to return to a normal wor... Who was the blind prophet Kong Daman?
Eileen watched with great interest as that shivering... thing in the darkness.
She could no longer make out exactly what it was. In the past few seconds, that tiny soul had shrunk again and again. At first, it had at least been a larger insect, but now it was almost the size of a grain of rice.
How interesting. Would he keep shrinking? Would fear compress him into a speck of dust? After being compressed into a speck of dust, would the soul still be able to think and communicate?
Eileen suddenly came up with a great many ideas, but they soon faded from her not-too-bright little head. At least she remembered that there was