Shen Luo sat where he was, silent and stunned.
In his mind, images of the star field map he had seen previously began to whirl. The peculiar light trace started to leap in the star map within his mind.
Just a few moments later, the light trace and the entire starfield map began to blur until they completely disappeared. Even when Shen Luo deliberately tried to recall the appearance of the star map, there was no corresponding image in his sea of knowledge.
A moment later, Shen Luo rubbed his slightly aching temples, deciding not to dwell on it anymore.
He glanced at the jade pillow, which was quietly lying in front of him, waved his hand to put it away, and decided not to touch the mysterious and unpredictable Heavenly Book projection for the time being.
He got up, walked to the window, pushed the window open, glanced at the dark night sky, closed the window without a hint of sleep, sat back down cross-legged, and began to meditate and recuperate.
