Chen Lin's awareness returned to reality.
He forcibly suppressed the discomfort caused by the surging of his talent origin.
Picking up his utensils, he began tasting the noodles before him, concentrating on the changes within himself.
There was only a small mound of noodles.
He finished them in two or three bites.
His taste buds exploded, and an indescribably exquisite flavor filled his entire mouth.
None of the delicacies he had eaten before could compare. Even the Soul Steamed Buns made with large-scaled fish and colorful-winged phoenix-tail shrimp fell slightly short.
But a moment later.
Chen Lin no longer had any attention to spare for the flavor.
A surge of bizarre energy rose from his abdomen and poured entirely into his eyes.
Both eyes immediately changed.
It was as though he had put on a Telescope. He could see all manner of strange scenes, flickering in and out of view, indistinct and hazy.
As more energy accumulated, the images grew clearer.
The scenes kept changing.
But everything in them was related to writing.
Finally.
The image settled on a notebook.
The notebook rested on a table, held by a pair of snow-white hands that seemed about to open it.
He had never seen its script before.
Yet with the aid of the Nightmare Realm Rules, he could understand what it meant.
A line of small text appeared on the cover.
"On the principles behind the formation of Unique Secret Methods and their analysis."
It was actually a treatise?
Chen Lin was deeply puzzled.
Treatises were rarely seen in the cultivation world.
Every secret method inheritance was a closely guarded secret of the Major Factions. Even when teaching disciples or offspring, they imposed contractual restrictions. Such knowledge could never appear in the form of a treatise.
Let alone knowledge of Unique