Dago merely returned the now-useless gray-skinned book in his hand to its original place with eerie composure.
Then, he extended his slender fingers and resolutely reached for the second gray-skinned book on the shelf.
However.
The instant Dago opened the cover of the second gray-skinned book, his gaze fell upon the new pattern, and he tried to use his soul to memorize the second Primordial Spirit Script—
The glacier-like composure eternally fixed upon his face was shattered in an instant!
"What's going on?! Why is this happening?!"
Dago's face abruptly turned deathly pale. He staggered back two steps as though struck by lightning. "My memory of the first Primordial Spirit Script... the instant my eyes came into contact with the second script, it began to fade and collapse as if it were being corroded by sulfuric acid!"
"That is how it should be."
Alazan's tone remained as placid as stagnant water, utterly unconcerned by Dago's loss of composure. "Primordial Spirit Scripts are all manifestations of laws. Laws inherently repel and crush one another with great intensity."
"I warned you before to nail it firmly into your mind and not forget it, no matter what kind of impact you suffered!"
"The fact that your memory of the first script is now fading so rapidly cruelly proves one thing: your grasp of its underlying law was not truly deep. The imprint left upon your soul is still far from sufficient to counteract this primal force of rejection between heaven and earth."
Dago's jaw suddenly tightened, his teeth grinding with audible cracks.
He turned again and swept his gaze across the towering bookshelves around him, which seemed to stretch into the clouds and mock his overconfidence.
At last, he realized in despair that forget arrogantly memorizing every Primordial Spirit Script here.
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