Zhang Fusheng almost lunged forward.
He pressed his eyes closely against the open Tao Scripture, and at a glance, it seemed as if he saw the ultimate truth of the universe, yet it also resembled the essence of the cosmos!
Because he couldn't understand it.
Each character above was recognizable, but when he looked at them, he clearly couldn't comprehend the meaning of each word,
This feeling was like staring at a word for so long that it began to feel unfamiliar, to the point where he couldn't recognize it at all.
"Damn it."
Zhang Fusheng had a thought; a piece of white paper and a pen appeared in his hand as he attempted to transcribe the characters from the Tao Scripture,
A horrifying scene unfolded.
As he wrote down one word, it disappeared, along with his memory and understanding of that word.
Zhang Fusheng wrote frantically, but in the end, he was left with a blank sheet of paper and an empty mind.
He still gained nothing.
