The flash of inspiration was like a slippery fish. It had only just leaped from the shallows of his consciousness before vanishing into the abyss of his thoughts. Benjamin suddenly froze where he stood. He could clearly sense that he had grasped something crucial, yet he could not remember what it was no matter how hard he tried!
The feeling was exceedingly strange—one might even call it ominous.
As a wizard specializing in spiritual power, having a photographic memory and clear thoughts were basic qualities. And as a cultivator, reflecting upon the patterns of one's own thoughts should have been effortless.
Yet at that moment, his memory of what he had realized in that instant was completely blank. All that remained was a powerful but rootless intuition that he had "discovered a problem."
"Something's wrong—" Benjamin frowned deeply. The sensation of his thoughts being interfered with by something unseen sent a chill down his spine.
He did not give up. Instead, he swiftly released two Black Giants, one guarding each side.
He then sat cross-legged in midair, casting aside every stray thought. His consciousness sank like a probe into the deepest layer of his mind, beginning to trace back inch by inch as he searched for that lost spark of insight.
At first, the search yielded nothing. That stretch of memory seemed to have been wiped clean with an eraser, so spotless it was despairing.
He even began to suspect that the hallucination had been caused by mental exhaustion from the continuous battles.
However, the Body Tempering Method once again demonstrated its heaven-defying adaptability.
As Benjamin remained focused on "searching for the lost thought" and clearly sensed the anomaly, the Body Tempering Method began operating on its own. Some targeted resistance—or perhaps an ability to "trace information"—was quietly triggered.
It