In theory, the Sea of Consciousness was boundless, capable of holding infinite information. Yet within a short span of time, there was always a limit—especially since Yu Ci was not merely storing information, but had to understand and thoroughly digest it, then optimize and combine it. The mental effort this consumed was a hundred, a thousand times greater.
Thus, when an immense flood of talisman-pattern fractals surged in, the Life and Death Talisman, a direct reflection of his physical and spiritual state, suddenly stalled. It was as though it had taken on a burden of ten thousand jin, and the sensation passed straight into Yu Ci's five senses and six consciousnesses: Swelling, swelling, swelling... swell!
With a muffled bang, Yu Ci's diverted attention left him even less capable of matching Dong Hou's Shadow. The overwhelming sword pressure sweeping in from afar nearly blasted him to pieces. Fortunately, the first layer of talisman seals still offered a little protection, preserving his life.
Yu Ci drew in a breath of blood-tinged air, yet seemed possessed. He ignored his body, which was on the verge of collapse, and pushed the Life and Death Talisman with all his strength, determined to make the stalled talisman move again. From beginning to end, this was the only thought in his mind!
Under such violent circumstances, carefully deducing talisman arts was fundamentally impossible. Yet this was precisely where the marvel of the Xuan Yuan Gen Ben Qi Fa showed itself in full: drawing qi into talismans, using talismans to command qi. When condensing talismans, inner qi arose naturally; when guiding qi, it followed the laws of the talismans themselves. Once the system had been established, there was almost no clear boundary between circulating qi and condensing talismans. Since Yu Ci had recondensed his heart image and succeeded