According to what the Elders in the sect had taught them, any technique he practiced was supposed to occupy a slot in his foundation tower. But this language-based technique had spread itself across the walls of his tower.
Was it because Han Xuhan had been secretly thinking about how bland the walls here looked?
This tower in his spiritual world was partly crafted by his subconscious imagination. So such a phenomenon could be explained as his thoughts influencing it.
Han Xuhan had no way to gauge how much he had mastered the language of laws. It was easy to guess that the circle of laws in the stadium did not contain the entirety of the language of laws.
There could be a near-infinite number of alphabets in this language, because the laws seemed like they could affect anything with enough power fuelling them, and the universe itself was nearly infinite. Who knew where the limits lay?
He felt an uncontrollable urge to know that answer. Knowledge like this was so interesting!
