That feeling really rubbed him the wrong way.
"Have you finished looking yet?"
No response.
That will ignored him. It proceeded at its own pace, neither fast nor slow.
Zhou Xuan was about to curse it a few more times when a sudden, vicious pain stabbed through his sea of consciousness.
Something had entered.
It wasn't an attack.
It was a piece of information, poured directly into his mind.
No sound. No images. Only pure thought.
A vast thought, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Like an official document pasted onto the surface of his consciousness.
Token Holder.
Those words came first.
The rest unfolded line by line, like a medical report, its entries so clearly itemized that it made his skin crawl.
Cultivation: Middle Spirit Transformation Stage.
Correct.
Laws: mixed. Supreme One. Sword. Vow power. Three systems operating in parallel, with no primary or secondary sequence.
Also correct. His laws were indeed a mess. Taiyi Divine Power, Patriarch Sword Intent, and vow power were three tangled threads that even he had never properly unraveled.
Root bone: ...
That line stopped.
It hadn't ended. It had stalled. Like a machine reaching a step in its calculations and encountering a result absent from its database.
It paused for three breaths.
Then the rest of the line appeared.
Anomalous.
Just one word.
Root bone: anomalous.
Zhou Xuan's brows drew tight.
Since he had begun cultivating, no one had ever said anything was wrong with his root bone. Good or bad, Ye Changqing had divined his talent, and the Alliance Leader had examined his foundations. Neither had ever mentioned an "anomaly."
Yet this detection mechanism left behind by the Immortal Court had used "anomalous."
Not good. Not bad. Anomalous.
The word made