The sparks of inspiration flickered intermittently, with countless bits of knowledge colliding in his mind, stirring up one novel idea after another.
In this state, it was just perfect for delving into the totem mysteries of the Barbarian Race's masters.
Lin Zheyu extended his right hand, pressing it against the corpse's chest, as his Spiritual Sense flowed along his arm, immersing into the Barbarian corpse to carefully comprehend the totem's mysterious intricacies.
His understanding of Barbarian Totems mostly came from the Pusa Scripture, and this was the first time he was using the totem on a Barbarian corpse for an insightful study.
Attempting to study the totem secrets of the Barbarians solely through a corpse was incredibly challenging.
Even in such a special state, Lin Zheyu still felt extremely arduous.
Time slowly passed by.
More than half an hour went by.
