After listening to Hespera's explanation, which dripped with superiority, Solomon showed none of the awe or discouragement she had hoped to see. Instead, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
So although he possessed a great deal of Rule Power, his rule remained in its most primitive, scattered state. He had never condensed a Rule Prototype and achieved a qualitative transformation.
After swiftly digesting and filtering all the information in his mind, Solomon raised his head, looked Hespera straight in the eye, and got to the point without wasting a word.
"I understand the theory. So what exactly do I have to do to condense scattered Rule Power into a Rule Prototype?"
Hespera was somewhat surprised by Solomon's reaction, then shook her head in amusement.
"Mortal, if a little conversation could teach you how to condense a Rule Prototype, there wouldn't be so many wild gods going mad at the threshold."
"The path to condensing each rule is entirely different. Mysteries that touch upon the origin of the universe can only be comprehended on your own. Only when you truly understand will you know how to forge your own foundation."
Solomon nodded thoughtfully, but a meaningful smile curled his lips.
"Besides some elusive moment of enlightenment, there should be another shortcut."
He lowered his eyes and calmly looked at the sheet of ancient parchment before him.
On it, an automatically writing quill had just stopped, its ink still wet.
Solomon had not merely been consulting Hespera just now. He had also been asking the magical quill.
The first half of the quill's answer had matched Hespera's explanation exactly, but the second half revealed a shortcut.
Stripping it away!
Besides comprehending it oneself, one could also use an extremely exacting secret art to extract a god's lifetime understanding of their Rule Prototype from