Lowering His Head

As though a swamp were devouring his flesh bit by bit, Ru Tianqi felt his consciousness being swallowed and buried away little by little. The "space" left for his awareness grew smaller and smaller. He felt as if he had been stuffed into a constantly shrinking box. There was still the slightest bit of room left, but soon, it would crush him completely.

And all he could do was watch it happen bit by bit.

The sense of despair nearly drove him mad... No, rather, if an ordinary person encountered this, they probably would not even last forty minutes, would they?

Just then, Ru Tianqi suddenly felt that the oppressive sensation had vanished. Then, the countless burdens on his consciousness were lifted one by one, and the hands pinning down his thoughts loosened one after another. Only then did his mind begin to function again.

"In ancient times, when the Bao Xi clan first drew the Eight Trigrams, they used them to comprehend the virtue of spirits and classify the dispositions of all things. They created the art of nine nines to accord with the transformations of the six lines. When the Yellow Emperor transformed it through divine understanding, extending and elaborating it, calendars were established and pitch-pipes harmonized, thereby investigating the source of the Dao. Only then could the subtle qi of the Two Principles and Four Images be put to use..."

Although the meaning of the mathematical scripture still echoed in his mind, it had weakened to the point where it no longer interfered with his thinking. At the very least, it had become nothing more than a buzzing by his ear, not enough to disrupt daily life.

At that moment, a murmur drifted into his consciousness. "You have experienced this curse technique too. Though there is no