"I just need to narrow the scope further..."
Li Ang muttered to himself, steadied himself on the corner of the desk, took a deep breath, and waited for the pain to subside slightly before reciting again, "The Way generates one, reaching into the nameless void, inheriting the chaotic Netherworld, creating clarity from turbidity, tempering the great harmony..."
He repeated this step continuously, and the stabbing pain became more and more intense and distinct. After several instances, his clothes were thoroughly soaked with sweat, and he appeared as if he had just been fished out of a lake. Chai Cuiqiao bit her lip and said nothing, only dipped the towel in a basin of warm water and silently helped Li Ang wipe his sweat-drenched face.
The frontal lobe region, most likely just below the superior sagittal sinus.
Li Ang leaned back, sank into the chair, let out a breath of turbid air, and closed his eyes, the structural diagram of his brain seemingly reflecting before him.
