Lin Chen found himself in a chaotic space, grayish everywhere, unable to see any other color or any tangible matter.
The words that sounded from the Sky, like the toll of a giant bell or a grand musical note, directly penetrated the depths of Lin Chen's mind, continually trembling within.
At the same time, whispers began to emerge in the space, as if someone was chanting a scripture.
The voice started faintly, gradually becoming clearer, every word reaching Lin Chen's ears, sinking deep into his mind.
This scripture must be quite useful, right?
Lin Chen subconsciously followed the chant, but he discovered, although he heard every word clearly, why couldn't he chant along?
Lin Chen could only empty his heart and mind, striving to understand, to remember.
