Yu Ci struggled to recover from the hazy muddle, but it was not so easy. At this stage, he could not even figure out what the word "struggle" meant. This was because the impact he suffered was not a simple injury, but a surging torrent of information, purely drowning him with its overwhelmingly irresistible quantity.
What people called having one's head blown open was probably about this pattern.
Initially, because his sequential thoughts were connected, he still had some sense of self-awareness. But later on, Yu Ci became lost, and the signature change was that he had already lost perception of his own state, to the point of losing the concept of "weight, urgency, and priority." Toward the massive amount of information, he could only receive it passively, parsing it as it came, with neither order nor focus, unable to distinguish which was more useful, which was more urgent, and which was more fatal!
If this condition continued, once even the concept of "I" was lost, he would be equivalent to losing all reference and dependence, getting forever lost in the sea-like information until death.
However, in the dark unknown, perhaps "luck" truly existed. Just as Yu Ci was groggy and muzzy, the boundless information inexplicably split into three forks. Although such a change would not reduce the massive information impact by even half a fraction, it was after all a structural change, possessing a clear "order" within it.
Compared to the murky, muddy sea of information that made one lose direction, a clear structure, even if only of the crudest and most makeshift sort, was refreshing to the senses.
Spiritual light burst forth like electric fire in that instant.
Yu Ci's already precarious consciousness grasped this streak of spiritual light, illuminating some of the hazy and murky places.
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