Upon hearing these words, Lin Zhen instinctively sucked in a breath of cold air.
Three million six hundred thousand lines, all drawn in one stroke, and there could be no mistakes in the middle. It was practically an impossible task.
He stared at it for a long time until his eyes ached and became increasingly confused.
"That's wrong, this isn't something you perceive with your eyes, but with your soul."
Lin Zhen was quick to understand his mistake, and immediately changed his approach.
He infused his soul into the drawing to locate the origin of the lines.
This process required Lin Zhen to deduce and comprehend using his spiritual power.
"Three million six hundred thousand lines. If I deduce each one by one, I might find the source after deducing one million eight hundred thousand. However, this is the most foolish method. If I'm unlucky, I may not find the source even after deducing three million."
"I should deduce according to my feelings."
