"Ugh... what the hell is all this?!"
Yu Yuan rubbed his head, which felt swollen. The information was chaotic and disordered, as though a mass of unrelated memories had suddenly been crammed into his mind. It was deeply unpleasant.
But as Yu Yuan slowly digested it, he immediately realized how much value lay within that jumble of information.
"Blood, Wormwood, Grandfather..."
Those familiar names made Yu Yuan realize that the situation was far from simple.
"Could that eyeball have belonged to Mortarion or Morpheus?"
Of course, another possibility occurred to Yu Yuan: the spiritual thoughtform that had once absorbed Mortarion's obsession and Morpheus's consciousness.
Only that spiritual thoughtform could have possessed all the memories of Mortarion, Morpheus, and the Esoteric Church's sacrificial ritual at once.
Although this was only a guess, Yu Yuan believed it was very likely the correct answer.
Perhaps that eyeball had been the spiritual thoughtform's original vessel.
But with the spiritual thoughtform's demise, the eyeball had died as well.
All that remained was this informational garbage, rife with corruption and distortion.
Even so, Yu Yuan had gleaned some valuable clues from that garbage.
But he had no desire to endure that experience again.
It had been agonizing, and extremely dangerous.
It was also the first time he had felt the threat of death since acquiring the [Mystic] talent.
It had made Yu Yuan recognize his current weakness as well. Although he could disregard the dangers posed by forbidden knowledge...
But...
The [Mystic] talent was not all-powerful.
A vast quantity of forbidden knowledge could still burst his consciousness apart before [Mystic] finished purifying it all.
Just as Yu Yuan came to this realization, a deafening roar and tremors suddenly came from a distant area.
Yu Yuan was currently standing on an elevated platform whose surface resembled a