Compared to linguistic knowledge, the technological knowledge stored in the obsidian was relatively less organized and somewhat scattered.
However, in Feng Jun's view, that had to do with Yi Jue's knowledge system.
For instance, when it came to weapons, Yi Jue categorized them into electrical, fire, martial cultivation, freezing, capture, and other types.
Electromagnetic Cannons were electrical, Plasma Cannons were fire... That classification was really a bit unreasonable.
Especially regarding basic knowledge, she had recorded very little. Most of it described the various effects and phenomena.
Even the translations of many technical terms were rather problematic.
Still, no matter what, Yi Jue had stored her consciousness in the obsidian herself. In other words, she had painstakingly organized it. Once he got it, he only needed to digest it a little before using it, saving him the process of studying and analyzing it.
Most importantly, directly storing one's consciousness was not only an advanced method, but also consumed a great deal of Divine Soul power.
Yet Yi Jue answered indifferently, "It doesn't matter. I'm preparing for Soul Emergence. Exercising my Divine Soul more will benefit me."
Fine, if that was what she said. Feng Jun did not want to dwell on such matters. He still treasured Yi Jue as a friend, so he nodded. "No matter how you put it, you put in extra effort. I accept this favor."
Yi Jue took the initiative to change the subject. "Does this mean you've finished recuperating?"
"It's nothing serious," Feng Jun answered casually without elaborating. But he was not lying—there were still minor issues. After all, more and more people knew about his transport ability, and even the two Venerables wanted to protect this fallback route.
Yi Jue raised a hand and brushed the hair from her forehead, speaking as if nothing was