"Could this be the so-called Sea of Knowledge?" thought Shen Luo.
The ancient book mentioned that people's collection of consciousness and ideas is known as the Sea of Knowledge, a place of projection for thousands of thoughts.
A thought sprang up in his heart, but he hastily suppressed it, focusing all his effort on operating the Art of Spirit Communication.
"Ding dong"
A faint sound, like a drop of water, abruptly rang out in this void of pitch blackness.
Shen Luo's heart thumped abruptly.
He hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a blue light spot the size of a grain of rice appearing in the void before him, flashing dimly.
Before he could take a closer look, the ding-dong sound echoed again and again.
