Every piece of information contained the mysteries of the Sea of Trees System's underlying rules. They intertwined and collided within his mental space, blossoming into dazzling flashes of wisdom.
With his eyes tightly shut, the necromancer let this information surge and churn through his mind.
His brain operated at full speed, filtering, analyzing, and integrating every piece of information.
His thoughts were like an invisible giant net, capturing each scattered fragment of information and weaving them into magnificent panoramas of the Sea of Trees System's underlying rules.
Yet even though Moros was already a powerful spellcaster at the Demigod Limit, he still felt unprecedented pressure in the face of such a terrifying torrent of information.
At that moment, he completely understood a line from the Seven Chapters of the Profound Lord: "I have often heard that it is not people who diligently seek knowledge, but knowledge that diligently seeks people. Yet I know this to be false. Knowledge does not seek people—it emerges and pursues them. Its cold, ruthless engraving is like hawks and hounds chasing rabbits."
Wasn't the torrent of information flooding into his mind at this moment a vivid portrayal of hawks and hounds chasing rabbits?
If he failed to digest all this information, then the First Herrscher of modern civilization in the Native World was a warning he had no choice but to heed.
The souls of a mere three hundred thousand people had been enough to completely wash away the ego of that apostle of Honkai. How could the sheer volume of information carried by the torrent now flooding Moros's mind possibly compare to what such a number of souls could bear?
Of course, with his current spellcasting ability, he only needed a simple thought to actively cut off this torrent of information, preventing himself from