"Infinite World: miracles stand supreme. The heart itself is a miracle. Yet though the Great Heavenly Venerable split earth and opened heaven, forging the gate to miracles, for the countless masses to unearth the divine power of the mind is still like digging into a mountain of adamant with bare flesh. Though this path is vast and boundless, it is difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"
Seven consecutive words of "difficult" laid bare the author's feelings. Shi Tianyi held the book, lightly running a finger over every word of that preface, yet his heart was exceptionally calm.
Because he had read those words far too many times.
This was the opening of Beginning of the Extraordinary, published fifteen years ago. Its author was a man named Lin Qi.
Fifteen years ago, this man had once enjoyed immense renown, even leading the tide of the extraordinary for a time. But afterward, he had been swept into a string of scandals—academic fraud, human experimentation... and more. He had even suffered a mental breakdown from practicing the things he had researched himself, ruining his name and reputation.
As for his many early works, they had long since become rare surviving copies, almost impossible to find on the market.
The copy of Beginning of the Extraordinary in Shi Tianyi's hands was not a printed edition from fifteen years ago, either, but a photocopied version he had made himself.
In his earlier years, every time he saw that preface, his emotions would surge, and he would even feel as though he shared the author's very heart. Only after reading it for so long had he finally returned to calm.
These days, Lin Qi's name was rarely seen, whether in reality or online. But to Shi Tianyi, that name carried a different meaning.
Because Lin