The thirteen purple metal cards were connected together like a mini comic strip. After pulling them apart, he could see the contents on them. There were many tiny words engraved on both sides.
Zhou Wen began reading from the back of the first card. The opening was indeed the opening of the Primordial Energy Art. It mentioned the human body's magnetic field and Primordial Energy, etc. As he read, Zhou Wen suddenly felt hungry. He recalled that among the food he had bought yesterday, there was his favorite salted duck egg. Therefore, he put down the Lost Immortal Sutra, peeled a salted duck egg, and made a bowl of instant noodles.
After Zhou Wen finished eating, he returned to read the Lost Immortal Sutra again. He suddenly realized that he couldn't remember where he had read.
Zhou Wen frowned slightly. He was very confident in his memory. Although he didn't dare say that he had a photographic memory, as long as he had read and remembered the content, he wouldn't forget it even after three to five years.
It had only been less than ten minutes, and he had only read a few lines. It didn't make sense for him to forget where he had read.
When he read the Lost Immortal Sutra from the beginning, Zhou Wen was surprised to discover that it wasn't as simple as forgetting where he had read. He began reading from the beginning, but he realized that the content was unfamiliar as though it was the first time he had seen it. He had forgotten everything he had read before.
This thing is indeed odd! Zhou Wen continued reading. After reading a few more lines of text, he felt a little hungry and wanted to eat something.
As his mind wandered, he looked at the Lost Immortal Sutra again, only to realize that he had forgotten what he was looking at. When he looked back, the content he had previously read became unfamiliar again. He had forgotten all the content he had read.
Zhou Wen refused to believe it. He took out his phone and opened his notebook. He compared the contents on the purple metal card and wanted to copy the content.
However, when Zhou Wen memorized a line and turned to look at his phone, he realized that his mind was blank. He couldn't remember the line he had memorized at all.
He attempted to memorize the Lost Immortal Sutra again and soon, Zhou Wen realized that he could clearly memorize the content of the Lost Immortal Sutra. However, as long as he looked away and wanted to record it down, he would forget it.
Zhou Wen tried to blindly memorize the Lost Immortal Sutra as he read it, but it was useless. As long as he was distracted, he would forget the content of the Lost Immortal Sutra.
He wanted to use his phone to take a picture of the Lost Immortal Sutra, but after several attempts, the metal card he took a picture of was a flat purple without any engravings.
This Lost Immortal Sutra is really odd. Not only can I not be distracted, but even if I concentrate, I will be affected by the text. I will be confused by my emotions and desires, thus being distracted. It's really odd. Zhou Wen thought as he looked at the Lost Immortal Sutra engraved on the metal.
Unbeknownst to Zhou Wen, the Lost Immortal Sutra wasn't as simple as being strange. It might be a distraction in the beginning, but towards the end, it wasn't just a distraction. It could even kill him.
In history, several Epic experts had died from reading the Lost Immortal Sutra. Even if they were lucky enough not to die, they ended up going crazy like idiots.
Even Jing Daoxian didn't finish reading the Lost Immortal Sutra after obtaining it. He closed it halfway, not daring to read any further. If it wasn't because the Lost Immortal Sutra had a magical connection with its host, preventing it from being forcefully abandoned, Jing Daoxian wouldn't have been willing to carry it with him.
Even Jing Daoxian wasn't able to finish reading the Lost Immortal Sutra after receiving it. He closed it halfway, not daring to continue. If it wasn't for the magical connection between the Lost Immortal Sutra and its host, preventing him from forcefully abandoning it, Jing Daoxian wouldn't have been willing to carry it with him.
If not for the Lost Immortal Sutra's influence, Jing Daoxian wouldn't have suffered in the dimensional zone and been severely injured. He had originally planned on finding an opportunity to dispose of the Lost Immortal Sutra. Not only did he want Zhou Wen to cultivate it, but he also wanted him to suffer. He even wanted him to die a tragic death. Only then did he give the Lost Immortal Sutra to Zhou Wen.
This person's viciousness was not something an ordinary person could compare with. He was truly a devil.
As the Lost Immortal Sutra was just too odd, Zhou Wen didn't continue reading it. He still wanted to try and see if his body would suffer any problems if he distanced himself from the metal card and the Lost Immortal Sutra.
…
In a hotel suite in Guide City, a few people were sitting around a table, discussing something. If Zhou Wen were here, he would definitely recognize them as the uniformed men and women he had met that night.
"We let that devil Jing Daoxian escape again. How hateful," a man said hatefully.
It hadn't been easy for them to track down Jing Daoxian's tracks. Furthermore, he was heavily injured. It could be said to be their best opportunity, but they still failed to catch up to him.
"Jing Daoxian was so heavily injured. How did he break through our blockade and escape without anyone noticing?" a woman asked in puzzlement.
"No matter how injured he is, he's Jing Daoxian after all. We were too careless. If we had immediately sealed off Guide City, we might have had a chance of finding him."
Everyone engaged in a flurry of discussion, but the man sitting in the seat of honor remained silent. His fingers tapped the table rhythmically as his eyes drooped, as though he was in thought.
"Minister Qiao, what do you think?" the blond, green-eyed woman looked at the man with a flirtatious gaze as she asked coquettishly.
When Qiao Siyuan heard the woman's question, he raised his eyelids slightly. His fingers stopped tapping as he swept his gaze across everyone's faces.
"How long did Jing Daoxian take from the moment he entered Guide City to the moment he left?" Qiao Siyuan didn't answer the woman's question and instead asked a question.
The woman switched on her tablet computer and looked at the information before saying, "A figure like Jing Daoxian has extremely powerful senses. Even cameras would find it difficult to capture his tracks. Thankfully, Guide City's Heavenly Eye system is rather complete. There are certain areas that are difficult to completely avoid being monitored by cameras. From the video we have obtained, Jing Daoxian entered Guide City at about 8: 30 p.m. and left at about 9: 20 p.m. He stayed in Guide City for about fifty minutes."
After Qiao Siyuan heard that, he picked up a pen and drew a red line on Guide City's map. "This is the route we took to pursue Jing Daoxian. Based on the information we have, he was too heavily injured. Furthermore, he didn't use any transportation equipment, so his speed wasn't fast."
"According to the occasional images captured by the Sky's Eye system, that's indeed the case. Jing Daoxian didn't walk very fast. He only reached the vicinity of the square at around 8: 55 am …" The woman explained the details of the information.
"Then did any of you notice that the route from Xiangjun Road to the Yangtze River intersection only takes up less than a twentieth of the route he took in Guide City? Yet, he spent nearly ten minutes here. Can you tell me why?" Qiao Siyuan stared at everyone and asked.
"Perhaps his injuries relapsed and he needed time to tend to his injuries?" a young man said.
Qiao Siyuan said with a deadpan expression, "Do you still remember that we encountered a high school student along that route?"
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