Chen Lin felt his brain swelling relentlessly, as though it were about to burst, but the restraints of his innate power kept it stable.
Then he felt as though he had opened the door to a new world.
His thoughts were like a passage of musical notes, leaping continuously in a state that was intensely melodic yet constantly fluctuating, forming a mind force field he could not comprehend.
He did not know whether his thoughts had advanced or whether absorbing too much Demon Brain Fluid had caused a backlash.
Before he could think further, the statue finished feeding him and manifested in his mind once more.
But this time was different.
Under the influence of the mind force field, whenever the mystic sensation appeared, he could "model" the Formless Entity, using the rhythm inherent in his thoughts to transform that mystic sensation into different musical notes.
Under the influence of the "silence" energy, these thought-notes were silent as well, with no distinction between them.
Yet bolstered by innate power, they developed fluctuations, allowing him to use those fluctuations to understand how the nightmare spell took shape.
It was utterly contradictory, so unbearably awkward that he wanted to stop immediately several times.
But he knew this was his only chance to learn this nightmare spell. If he gave up, all his efforts would dissolve like bubbles. He could only use his formidable mental resolve to suppress his agitation and accelerate his comprehension of those nonexistent thought-notes.
The previous ten breaths had been short, but these ten breaths felt incredibly long.
Chen Lin felt himself drifting endlessly through the river of thought, his consciousness gradually scattering, as though he were about to sink into it forever.
Suddenly, the Thunder God Sword inside him trembled faintly. Immersed in his thoughts, Chen Lin felt