Come to think of it, this person really was polite. He'd interrupted my attempt, but he'd also given me a new idea.
Changing its form could change its function.
Water could be water, ice, or mist. Different forms had different uses.
Memories could be formless memories, strings of memory, or even clouds. Yes, clouds—Yue Ya's clouds.
Yue Ya's thought-form was shaped like a cloud. Why couldn't memories be the same? Memories themselves couldn't change form, but the existence of consciousness made that possibility real. And the starry sky within his heart was a place that could store memories and consciousness.
Lu Yin pressed Old Chief into Hero Ranking Platform Hell. Then he released the starry sky within his heart. The stars revolved, and consciousness surged out, forming a stellar phenomenon much like Infinite Power. At the same time, he slowly closed his eyes and let his memories disperse along with his consciousness.
Once, twice, three times... a hundred times. Again and again, he tried letting his memories disperse along with his consciousness, then gathering them back along with it.
Lu Yin's breathing quickened. It worked. It really worked.
He'd actually done it: changed the form of his memories to change their function.
When he dispersed his memories and approached the palace, he still felt the strings of memory tighten, but the scattered memories were like cotton, leaving that pressure with nowhere to go. The pressure had once plunged him into a dreamlike state where he could barely exert his strength. Now, it was turned back on his opponent.
Lu Yin exhaled and looked toward the spot where Che had just been.
If that person hadn't given him a hint, who knew how many detours he would have taken before reaching this point?
He would eventually have torn down one wall