It seemed that he had accidentally touched upon some secrets of the past.
Octopus was quite conflicted right now.
If he listened, he might violate the privacy of the Luo Family. If he didn't listen, this opportunity would never come again. And Luo Nan wasn't here.
Having dealt with Luo Nan for a long time, Octopus obviously knew that this kid knew very little about the past of his grandfather and father, especially the past events in the Wilderness. However, he was extremely thirsty …...
It would be hard to explain if Luo Nan were to ask about this matter in detail … … As a friend, should he listen? Or shouldn't he?
Octopus's conflicted thoughts wouldn't affect the outside world.
However, Luo Yuandao didn't say too much after that. His eyes were still closed, but his demeanor was as if he was observing with rapt attention.
In the end, he even slowly raised his arm. It was as if he wanted to grab the clouds in the sky. It was as if he wanted to welcome the dazzling sunlight behind the clouds.
In the end, he wasn't able to grab anything. Instead, the excessively withered palm seemed like it would turn into smoke at any time under the sunlight that permeated through the clouds, melting into the shadows of the clouds.
The old man's stiff fingers trembled uncontrollably at the front end of this arm. He was gesturing with lines that had no basic logic or concrete shape.
However, perhaps in his own circle of thinking, he was doing meaningful work. So gradually, a smile actually appeared on the old man's face, and it grew more and more brilliant.
Luo Nan quietly gazed at the shadow of the clouds, at the old man who was so withered that he was out of shape. The palm that was pointing at the sky seemed to be pointing at his chest.
Of course, he also saw the old man's smile. Though the old man's eyes were closed and he wasn't pointing at anything, this was probably the most amiable grandfather had shown him in recent years when the grandfather and grandson met face to face.
Right now, Luo Nan's thoughts were entrusted to the clouds that covered the skies of Xia City. They were concentrated on the sanatorium.
Xia City was the area that Luo Nan had the strongest control over.
There were far too many people here that he needed to pay attention to and protect at all times. Therefore, the mother mica and the soul cloak supported each other, accumulating and replenishing each other. From last night until now, Xia City hadn't been clear.
The accumulated water vapor transformed into a thick mass of clouds. They gradually piled up to form the structure of the mother mica, covering the entire city. Then Luo Nan's thoughts jumped and began to directly interfere with the covered area.
With Luo Nan's pure sensing ability, there was no need to be this high profile.
However, his current state of mind was not stable enough.
Luo Nan was able to unearth many things through his contact with the original notebook. He could understand the meaning behind the symbols, words, and even the messy lines …
This did not mean that he could recover the person recorded in the notebook and decipher his grandfather's thoughts.
He had only truly "touched" the chaotic spiritual light left on the ordinary page under the suppression of the "Sixteen Words Formula" and the visualization diagram, as well as the remnant emotions of extreme pain.
Luo Nan could confirm that his grandfather didn't possess supernatural powers.
But where did the spiritual light on those pages come from? Even after more than ten years, it still made its existence known to him.
Luo Nan was no longer a greenhorn. He had gone through all sorts of experiences and studies during this period of time. He already possessed the ability to judge and deduce from small clues.
He seemed to be able to see the cause and effect of all of this. In just a few minutes of reading the notes, he had already constructed a preliminary "model."
A powerful source of energy and information had penetrated the frail framework of an ordinary person's body and soul, leaving behind an imprint on the similarly frail page.
Within the split-page notebook, the chaotic strokes of the strokes weren't just simple ink and paint. They were the scorch marks of the writer's soul burning.
Luo Nan was certain that his grandfather wasn't just a simple recipient when the source of radiation penetrated. That old man was clearly recording, controlling, and expressing something … … Of course, the current notebook was a collection of the results of failure. There were no achievements to be seen. There was only fragmentation and pain.
But in another sense, this was the result of the source of radiation penetrating the frame of the old man's body and soul. It had the smallest deformation and the most retained results.
What was the source of radiation?
Where was it?
How did it arrive or connect?
Those fellows who could understand, or at least partially, were probably researching and considering this question.
Hehe.
In the past, no one cared about Formatting Theory. When the Archetype Format was at its zenith, there probably weren't many people who cared about this sort of thing. These notebooks that recorded the failures and sealed errors were sealed in the depths of the laboratory, never to see the light of day.
But now, the situation was completely different … … Clearly, this was largely due to Luo Nan.
Those fellows thought of every possible way to dig out the source of Luo Nan's power, especially the location of the new plane. Perhaps they had bound all of Luo Nan's achievements to date to the unknown resources at the core of the new plane.
Needless to say, Luo Nan thought the same.
The only difference was that those fellows were thinking of the new plane, while Luo Nan was thinking of the Sunwheel Hell.
There was no way around it. This was his first reaction.
Luo Nan had long since known what his grandfather and parents were concentrating on, observing, and researching. It was the Mist Maze. It was the mysterious existence of the Sunwheel Hell in the depths of the Mist Maze that could not be effectively explained to this day.
His mother's North Coast Gear had opened the door to the cloud world … … That place was the product of the collision between the Mist Maze and Earth's local space-time.
His father's tree hole was formed for the purpose of observing the Mist Maze and ultimately pointed towards the Sunwheel Hell.
As for his grandfather … …
Although the scope of his research seemed to be the transformation of the frame of the human body and soul, he was without a doubt the leader of this line of research.
There were most likely no problems if Luo Nan thought in this direction.
Luo Nan was able to make a simple analysis:
The Mist Maze, the shattered fragments of space-time, and the domain couldn't form the burden and radiation of a large amount of information without extraordinary power or special equipment to integrate and analyze them.
The Sunwheel Hell was different. After all, Luo Nan had truly and truly experienced the impact of the destructive flood of information for himself...
Not just once.
Was this the truth?
Luo Nan didn't know.
Actually, the key thing that was pressing against Luo Nan's chest, twisting his skull, and making his mind absent-minded wasn't this. What occupied most of his brain's resources was another matter.
Luo Nan was suddenly enlightened because of this split page notebook:
His grandfather's so-called schizophrenia turned out to be due to another reason! It wasn't a neurological disease in the traditional sense. Instead, it was damage from external sources of radiation.
New discoveries always brought new thoughts.
Luo Nan thought: Maybe I can … … do something?
This thought germinated and couldn't be restrained.
Therefore, Luo Nan hurriedly changed his thoughts and headed straight for Xia City.
Luo Nan came with a certain amount of hope. His rich experiences and leaps and bounds of progress gave him a certain degree of confidence.
After all, he was already publicly recognized as a psychic expert. He had established a profound structure of the mental domain that ordinary people couldn't even imagine. He could spread a global network, control the mind and communicate, and trace back to precognition … …
There was also the Mica structure that he had just established. He specialized in dissection and analysis.
But reality gave him a beating.
Reality was that he couldn't see through it!
It wasn't that the old man's current frame of body and soul had some sort of powerful concealment ability that could block Luo Nan's probing senses. The core problem was:
Complexity, chaos … … and fragility.
The frame structure of the old man's body and soul had already reached the point of collapse with a single touch.
Luo Nan's consciousness poured here, stirring the winds and clouds, drawing the starry sky, causing wave after wave of ripples in the sea of consciousness and the polar domain of the abyssal region … … But here, on the lawn of this sanatorium, faced with this fragile soul that would shatter with a single poke, Luo Nan could only step back and not move forward. He was helpless.
So Luo Nan knew that even if he amassed the apex power of Earth and used the living starry sky structure that he was most proficient in, or the Mica structure that he had just obtained, it would still be difficult to make a move.
Making a move required the awareness of a destructive dismantling!
That was a consequence that Luo Nan simply couldn't bear.
Unfortunately, because of his meaningless actions just now, he was able to pry a step further into the ominous shadow that drew closer behind the old man … … The aura of death.
Luo Nan was no longer a child who had never seen the world. His rich experiences during this period of time could instantly kill 99% of the normal humans in this world.
It wasn't that he had never seen a life state worse than Luo Yuandao's. Some of them were even created by him.
But how could that be the same?
Luo Nan was able to clearly distinguish in his mind that this was a kind of selfish way of thinking. His rationality had always been in play, allowing him to suppress the sudden eruption of irritability, depression, gloom, and all sorts of other negative emotions from the great ups and downs in his heart … …
But that was all there was to it.
Luo Nan gazed at the withered and shriveled old man on the lawn. He gazed at the frail structure of body and soul that could no longer be further explored or stripped away. All sorts of thoughts and ideas rose and fell in his mind, but it was hard for him to grasp any valuable fragments for a time.
The only thing that could be said to be comforting right now was the old man's observation with his eyes closed.
Luo Nan knew that the old man wasn't looking at the layer of clouds. He didn't discover any structure within the layer of clouds. The layer of clouds was at most an inducement. Even the existence and tendency of Luo Nan's consciousness was a part of the inducement.
The main activity of the old man's consciousness at this stage was still limited within his self-logical circle. The external world was merely the background that rotated on the stage of his consciousness.
He was still within his own demarcated circle.
It was just that this time, the old man was no longer an omnipotent god who could do everything. Instead, he had returned to the most profound life of the past. He continued to struggle.
His trembling and deformed fingertips drew. These were the strokes that he poured his heart's blood into. He used this to communicate with his children, his students, and his colleagues … …
There were no obstructions.
So even though the sun gradually faded from the sky and the dense clouds prevented rain, the smile on his face still grew brighter and brighter.
Luo Nan gazed at this scene in a daze. His mind was in a trance.
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