Apotheosis

Zen didn't speak for quite a while after slowing down the time flow rate.

Geoffrey studied the two Sanskrit words in this quiet space.

To him, each stroke of the Sanskrit words contained a wide meaning.

The more complicated the word was, the more meaning it contained.

There had been countless decipherers since ancient times to the present. Almost all of them had to rack their brains to exclude the wrong interpretations and determine the correct one.

Besides, it was usually difficult to decipher a word when dozens of wrong interpretations were to be excluded.

On the other hand, Geoffrey seemed to be born with a talent of easily excluding the Sanskrit word's wrong interpretations. He could read simple Sanskrit words almost without thinking.

But these two Sanskrit words were far more complicated than the others. Each pattern had more than a thousand interpretations.

Rooting out the correct one from more than a thousand wrong interpretations was an impossible task for most decipherers.

Even Eastern Emperor Taiyi hadn't been able to decipher the Sanskrit words on the yellow paper.

Geoffrey was a naughty man, but once he was immersed in something, he became serious in the blink of an eye.

Two hours passed...

Four hours passed...

One day passed...

Two days passed...

For six consecutive days, Geoffrey remained unmoving. He stared at the Sanskrit words, his eyes bloodshot.

His mind was working frantically, at a high speed, and this caused Geoffrey to consume a lot of soul power. In anticipation of this process, Zen had given him several pills that could increase his soul power.

But for the past six days, he hadn't deciphered a single word. Instead, he was trying to find out the rule behind the Sanskrit words.

On the seventh day, Geoffrey's tired, gloomy eyes suddenly lit up.

Every pattern in a Sanskrit word had more than a thousand interpretations. Hundreds of patterns formed a Sanskrit word. As a result, there were tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of interpretations. Geoffrey had finally captured the rule within these countless interpretations!

And then, combined with the other patterns, Geoffrey inferred the correct interpretation hidden in the Sanskrit words, little by little.

"It should be like this!" G

power of the Sea of Truth. But if one did not follow this rhythm, reciting the words would be pretty easy.

"Come on! You almost lost your life!" Letitia admonished him.

"So? It took me a lot of effort to decipher them!" Geoffrey had indeed put in a lot of thought and effort to decipher the Sanskrit words. It was obvious that he didn't want to waste his efforts.

He then dipped his brush into ink and began to write the words, one by one, looking back and forth at the Sanskrit words on the yellow paper.

To be safe, he covered every word he wrote with a black cloth after he was done, in case he began to recite them subconsciously and release the sharp truth aura again.

Two hours later, Geoffrey finished writing. The process was smooth.

He carefully rolled up the paper and handed it to Zen. "Father, I don't know what it is, but if you want to cultivate it, you have to be more cautious!"

Zen was moved by his son's words. He had grown up into a caring son after cultivating in his inner world for a while.

"Geoffrey, you are so considerate. Don't you want a reward this time?" Zen suddenly asked, smiling.

"A reward?" Geoffrey blinked. He thought about it for a while before saying, "If Rosa and I become consummate True Gods, can we leave your inner world?"

Rosa was the Holy Maiden of the Flower Dancing Sect.

Geoffrey was the strongest warrior in Zen's inner world.

He had to leave Zen's inner world if he wanted to improve his cultivation.

Letitia's face darkened at his words. "No way!"