The damage sustained today will require His Excellency the Archmage to spend a lifetime to heal.
He profoundly realized the ancient sages' adage that sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing—at least until this afternoon, Merlin had scoffed at this statement, believing that as a God of Law, the more knowledge one has, the more truth one sees, and the higher a Magician's moral cultivation and magical realm would become.
But after Merlin gazed upon Miejue with his pure white pupils, he overturned the Magician's creed he had upheld for decades.
To truly indescribable beings of higher dimensions, merely witnessing her visage would cause human reasoning to evaporate, plunging them into utter madness.
Merlin felt nothing but fury, bleakness, and desperate misery in his heart.
What he resented most was not others but himself. He hated that he had eyes.
All Merlin wanted now was to gouge out his own eyes!
