After his self-awareness successfully returned to reality.
Ling Wuyuan's first sensation was a profound feeling of weakness.
It had nothing to do with physical stamina.
It came from the spiritual level.
The feeling was like that of an ordinary person staying up for three days and three nights in a row.
As though every last bit of his vitality, energy, and spirit had been drained away.
He knew that it was a lingering effect of his consciousness traversing the river of time.
Even with the protection of the [Torrent of Destiny], it could not be completely negated.
However.
After merely a few dozen seconds.
Ling Wuyuan quickly adjusted his condition and returned to his peak state.
For someone at his current level.
So long as an injury was not too severe, he could basically recover from it quickly.
The same applied even to injuries on the level of the soul.
Thus, such a minor bout of weakness naturally amounted to nothing.
Very soon.
His gaze fell upon the object in his hand.
Looking at the [Intelligent Mind Core] in his palm.
After pondering briefly.
Ling Wuyuan first used his psychic abilities to transmit a message to it—[Azure Luminous Purple Moon Number 42], but it had no effect. The other party remained utterly unresponsive.
The same was true even when Ling Wuyuan input the relevant information in the language of Pavel's race.
In response.
He was not particularly disappointed.
Instead, he immediately began trying all sorts of possibilities through exhaustive trial and error, continuously inputting keywords—[Pavel], [Kelvin], [Happy Birthday], [The Tales of Burton Davies]...
Even.
As time went by, Ling Wuyuan began putting himself in Pavel's shoes, considering what sort of password he himself would use if he were Pavel.
Therefore.
Before long.
He began attempting to input relatively complex information.