Light blazed from the orb, enveloping Qin Yan.
The next moment, the orb turned into a streak of light and plunged straight into his brow.
Boom!
A roar erupted in Qin Yan's mind. His consciousness was swept up in an immense body of memories and dragged helplessly into a deep, vast torrent of mental recollection.
Those memories were like a boundless ocean. Every drop held a stretch of compressed time, a frozen moment, a sealed-away landscape.
Qin Yan's consciousness tumbled and sank through that ocean, battered by its currents like a lone skiff crossing a storm that spanned a thousand years.
He had been drawn into fragments of Second Elder Xuantong's memories.
When Qin Yan's consciousness recovered from the torrent of memories, he found that his surroundings had changed completely.
He now stood in a deep valley.
Birdsong filled the valley, flowers scented the air, and spiritual energy abounded. A faint white mist hung everywhere.
Fine flecks of Spiritual Light shimmered within the mist, bathing the entire valley in a hazy, warm glow.
Qin Yan looked down at himself. His body was still illusory.
Have I been brought into Elder Xuantong's memories? An Eleventh-Rank Array Mage really is terrifying!
Qin Yan sighed in wonder.
To become an Eleventh-Rank Array Mage, one first needed a terrifying mental strength of more than 900 hertz.
Only Spirit Seals formed with mental strength above 900 hertz could support a Spirit Array built from over a hundred thousand Array Patterns—in other words, an Eleventh-Grade Spirit Array.
He was now immersed in a mental recollection.
Ordinarily, only a Mental Strength Cultivator with more than 800 hertz of mental strength could accomplish such a feat.
Yet Elder Xuantong had sealed such a vast, complete stretch of memories inside a single orb of light. It was clear