The instant the Divine Pattern was successfully formed, a torrent of chaotic, jumbled information and images surged forth, flooding uncontrollably into Lu Ye's mind.
All of this information and imagery consisted of Sun Ying's various experiences.
How to extract useful intelligence from such a mess of information was a test for Lu Ye, especially when Sun Ying was not obediently cooperating, but resisting without pause.
At the same time, Lu Ye had to suppress Sun Ying's Divine Soul, keeping her from prying into too many of his secrets...
As a result, the intelligence Lu Ye could glean came in scattered fragments.
Using A Touch of Spiritual Connection this time was far more agonizing than before. The target last time had merely been a Blood Race cultivator in the Cloud River Realm, with limited information in his mind. This time, however, he was dealing with a Star Constellation. Compared to one, the Cloud River Realm was like the glow of fireflies beside the brilliance of the bright moon.
As everyone watched in the hall, Lu Ye's face turned exceedingly pale. His body trembled uncontrollably, beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down his cheeks, and his clothes were quickly soaked through, as though he were enduring tremendous pain.
Sun Ying was in an even worse state. She sat there blankly without moving, the light in her eyes gradually fading. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth, yet she remained entirely unaware of it, as if she were slowly becoming an idiot.
The scene looked like a Soul Struggle in which both sides had suffered grievous losses, leaving everyone deeply unsettled.
Yet even if they wanted to intervene and lend Lu Ye a hand, they had no idea where to begin. They could only wait quietly.
After quite some time,