Ni Lua was momentarily entranced by the flood of knowledge that had poured into his mind. The rune Wang Chen had passed to him was not something ordinary; it carried layers upon layers of profound insight, subtle patterns intertwining like invisible threads beneath the surface of reality.
For a brief second, Ni Lua felt as though the world around him had thinned, as if the very air was whispering secrets to him.
The urge to immediately sit down and cultivate surged through his small body. His fingers twitched, and his breathing unconsciously grew deeper as fragments of comprehension began to arrange themselves inside his mind.
Yet he forcefully suppressed the impulse.
