The Chaos Sacred Art was far too profound.
The chaotic characters and inscriptions were vast, deep, and infinitely abstruse. Jiang Chen could not grasp them in such a short time. He stared at the now-fused volumes before him, the mysterious voice he had heard earlier echoing in his mind.
He closed his eyes, attempting to contemplate it in earnest. This voice seemed to emanate from the deepest core of chaos, yet it also felt as though it originated from the deepest recesses of his own mind and soul. Jiang Chen pondered for a long time, yet he could not fathom what this voice truly was.
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