A mystery beyond mystery.
Zeng Anmin's gaze was fixed dead on the string of beads on the table, pale and grim as white bones.
An ambiguous gleam flickered in his eyes.
He seemed to be daydreaming.
Or perhaps murmuring to himself.
"Dong~"
A bell toll rang by his ear, as though it had traveled down the river of time from the ancient ages and entered his ears.
The bell toll was immensely grand.
It seemed to carry a Sanskrit chant as well.
He could not understand it.
Yet it was profoundly stirring.
No one knew how much time passed.
Zeng Anmin felt as though he had gained some sudden enlightenment.
He felt a soft breath brush through his mouth.
But when he tried to savor it closely, he found there was nothing there.
Just as he wanted to probe its mysteries—
And look toward the next bead—
That mysterious, ineffable sensation vanished.
Zeng Anmin's expression returned to normal.
Slow Enlightenment: Remaining Time 0
Then he saw Slow Enlightenment disappear from the Golden Finger's panel.
"Whew~"
Zeng Anmin slowly let out a breath.
He stretched out his pale hand and picked up the beads on the table.
Confusion flickered in his eyes.
"What did I just comprehend?"
He knew that he had comprehended some kind of artistic conception divine ability from that bead.
But as for what it specifically was, he could not remember.
"No matter what it is, this necklace definitely hides an enormous secret."
Zeng Anmin stared intensely at that grim necklace.
Without much hesitation, he placed it into his Preparation Space.
"Today's gains were truly immense."
Zeng Anmin raised his hand, his gaze fixed seriously on his fingers.
The next instant—
A golden radiance rose from his fingertips.
"Golden Vast Righteous Qi..."
Zeng Anmin studied that