Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, endless scenes were pieced together within that strange phantom. This was not an illusion; those rigid, lifeless rules of logic had completely captured that violent will.
Once this will was captured, it was as though spirituality had been injected into the entire rigid framework of logic and concepts. Like a stagnant pool, it had been opened once more with an outlet.
Then, under Qiu Yan's deliberate guidance, the many gathered elements began working at once. The rigid logic grew increasingly nimble, while the smoky vortex became the foundation and vessel that bore the foreign will, forcibly imprisoning that consciousness within!
Meanwhile, the Thoughtfire that had been pressed in last formed a ring around the smoky vortex, like a shackle, a circle of flame. The will pinned within the smoky vortex showed the slightest sign of struggling or charging toward the edges, and the fire ring immediately drove it back. Should it cross a certain boundary, it would be scorched by the flames and let out bloodcurdling screams!
Such screams could not be held back, for they leaked directly from the depths of the will.
Yet after the screaming, its will was forcibly drawn in by that rigid logic. It was not destroyed, but inserted into a string of ever-shifting information!
This information changed over and over, like meteors filling the heavens, racing and gliding without pattern, vanishing in the blink of an eye. One or two strands would have been manageable; with concentrated focus, one could more or less seize them and reveal the information within. But there were now thousands upon thousands, perhaps even more. The content presented by each piece of information was exceedingly limited and obscure, requiring multiple pieces to combine before a certain mystery could be revealed. Moreover, different arrangements