When those dark red patterns covered about one-tenth of the surface of the Spiritual Power Crystal, Duke sensed that a critical node had arrived.
He quickly picked up the second Magic Potion, the Pupil of the Rule Horizon, uncorked it, and drank the tri-color gradient liquid in one gulp.
This time, the potion's effect was not warm nor cool, but a kind of extreme clarity.
Duke felt his perception being stretched to a dimension far beyond normal levels, the once blurry echoes of rules became clear, and the rule threads that once required repeated collisions to barely capture became as distinct as blood vessels; he could see the internal structure of the cluster of crimson light.
It was a tree, not a real tree, but a tree-like structure woven from rule threads, extending numerous slender branches from the core of the light, each branch gently trembling in the air, as if waiting for something.
