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Being inundated with knowledge was indeed a wonderful feeling.
Song He could clearly feel that it was not only about Spirit Plants, arrays, swordsmanship, Alchemy, and other common matters. Even some Cultivation spells from the Demon Dao were intertwined in this torrent of knowledge.
However, the feeling of knowledge passing through one's mind without leaving a trace was just as wonderful—the shallow or profound knowledge flowed along with his consciousness and vanished in the torrent in an instant.
No matter how Song He's consciousness tried to stop it, it was to no avail.
It was like grasping at flowing sand.
Just then, a voice echoed in his ears—
"Three taels of Tidal Sand, two taels of Rest Soil, one Melting Spirit Vein Ding, etc..."
As the voice sounded, the surrounding Spiritual Nature gradually settled down, replaced by several boxes of varying sizes that slowly fell beside Song He.
The swaying of the woods also calmed down.
