It seems that I have accidentally touched some secrets of the past.

At this time, the octopus is quite tangled.

Listen to it, it may violate the privacy of the Luo family; Don't listen, this kind of opportunity will not come again, and Ronan is not here.

Having dealt with Ronan for a long time, the octopus certainly knew that the kid actually knew very little about his grandfather and father's past, especially the past in the wilderness, but he was extremely eager for it......

Looking back at this, if Ronan asks carefully, it will not be easy to explain - as a friend, should he listen to it or not?

The octopus's tangled mind will not affect the outside world.

However, Luo Yuandao didn't say much next, he still closed his eyes, but his demeanor seemed to be concentrating on observation.

Finally, he even slowly raised his arm, as if to grasp the clouds in the sky, as if to meet the brilliant sunlight behind the clouds.

He couldn't catch anything after all, but in the light of the sky that spread through the clouds, the excessively dry palm seemed to be about to turn into smoke at any moment, melting into the shadows of the clouds.

It was the front end of the arm, the old man's stiff fingers, in an uncontrollable slight trembling, that compared lines that completely failed to see the basic logic and specific form.

However, perhaps in his own circle of thought, he is doing meaningful work. So gradually, a smile appeared on the old man's face, and it became more and more brilliant.

Ronan stared silently at the emaciated old man in the shadows of the clouds. The palm pointing to the sky seemed to be on his chest.

Of course, he also saw the old man's smile, although his eyes were closed and he didn't point at all, but speaking of which, this was probably the most "kind" grandfather to him in recent years when the two "face to face" of the grandfather and grandson.

At this time, Ronan's thoughts were pinning his hopes on the clouds covering the sky over Xia City, concentrated on the side of the sanatorium.

Summer City is the area that Ronan has the most control, and there is no one.

There are also too many people here that he has to pay attention to and protect at all times, so with the mutual support of the "mica" and the soul cloak, the accumulation and replenishment of each other, from last night to now, Xia Cheng has not been sunny.

The accumulated water vapor turns into thick clouds, which gradually pile up to form a "mica" structure that covers the entire city. As Ronan's mind jumped, he began to directly interfere with the covered area.

With Ronan's ability to "pure sensing", he would not have done it so high-profile.

But his current mentality is really not stable enough.

By touching the original notebook, Ronan unearths a lot of things. He understands the meaning behind the symbols, the words, and even the chaotic lines......

This is not to say that he can recover the objects recorded in the notes and decipher the code of his grandfather's mind.

He just really "touched" it, under the pressure of the seal of the "Sixteen Characters" and the visualization figures, the chaotic aura left on the ordinary page, and the remnants of extremely painful emotions.

Grandpa doesn't possess supernatural powers, and Ronan can confirm that.

But how did the aura that is stained on those pages, which still shows its sense of existence more than ten years later, come from?

Ronan is no longer a fledgling newcomer, and all kinds of experience and learning during this period have given him the ability to judge and deduce.

He seemed to be able to see the cause and effect of all this, and even within a few minutes of reading his notes, he had already built a preliminary "model":

A powerful "radiation source" of energy information penetrated the fragile physical and spiritual framework structure of ordinary people, leaving an imprint on the equally fragile pages.

In the paginated notes, the misaligned brushstrokes are not just simple ink paints, but the scorched marks of the writer's burning soul.

Ronan was sure that when the "radiation source" penetrated in, his grandfather was not just a simple receptor, the old man was clearly recording, controlling, and expressing something—of course, the current notebook was a collection of failures, and there was no achievement to be seen, only fragmentation and pain.

But in another sense, this is also the result of the "radiation source" penetrating the framework of the old man's form, with the least deformation and the most retention.

Which is the radiation source?

Where is it?

How to get there or link?

Those who can understand or partially understand it, now that they are studying and considering, I think this is the problem.

Hehe.

In the past, when "format theory" was not cared about, and "prototype format" was in full swing, few people would care about this kind of thing, and these notebooks with failed records and wrong seals were sealed in the depths of the laboratory.

Today, things are completely different – apparently largely because of Ronan.

Those guys are trying to dig out the source of Ronan's power, especially where the "new plane" is. Perhaps, they have tied all of Ronan's achievements so far to unknown resources with the "new plane" as the core.

Not to mention, Ronan thinks so too.

The only difference is that those guys are thinking about the "New Plane", while Ronan is thinking about the "Sun Wheel Hell".

No way, his first reaction was this.

Ronan had long known what the goal of his grandfather and his parents' observational research was: the Fog Labyrinth, the mysterious existence of the "Sun Wheel Prison" in the depths of the fog labyrinth, which could not be effectively explained so far.

Mother's "North Shore Cog" opens the gateway to the world of the clouds, where the "mist labyrinth" "collides" with the Earth's native space-time.

Daddy's "Tree Hole" is to observe the fog maze and eventually point to the "Sun Wheel Prison".

As for grandpa......

Although his specific research scope seems to be in the transformation of the human body and god framework, there is no doubt that he must be the leader of this series of research directions.

If you think about it in this direction, it's probably fine.

Ronan can also make a simple analysis:

The mist labyrinth, those fragments of space, space and domain, without supernatural power or special equipment for unified analysis, cannot form a burden or even radiation of a large amount of information;

The "Hell" is different. After all, Ronan had experienced the devastating flood of information firsthand......

More than once.

Is this the truth?

Ronan didn't know.

In fact, the key to going against Ronan's heart, stirring his brain, and making him in a trance is not this. It's another thing that takes up the most of his brain resources.

Because of this paginated notebook, Ronan suddenly realized:

Grandpa's so-called "schizophrenia" turned out to be for another reason! It is not a neurological lesion in the traditional sense, but it is damaged by an external "radiation source".

New discoveries always bring with them new ideas.

Ronan was thinking: maybe I could...... Do something?

When a thought sprouts, it cannot be suppressed.

So, Ronan hurriedly shifted his thoughts and headed straight for Summer City.

Ronan came with considerable hope, and the rich experience and leapfrog progress during this period gave him a considerable degree of self-confidence.

After all, he is already recognized by the world as a spiritual powerhouse, and he has established a profound structure in the spiritual field that ordinary people can't imagine......

There is also a "mica" structure that has just been built, which is also specialized in segmentation and analysis.

But reality gave him a stick.

The reality is that you can't see it accurately, you can't see through it!

It's not that the old man's current physical and divine framework has a powerful shielding function that can resist Ronan's detection and induction. The core issues are:

Complex, confusing...... There is also vulnerability.

The old man's physical and spiritual framework structure has reached the point of "collapse at the touch of a button".

Ren Ronan's consciousness poured into this, stirring up the wind and clouds, depicting the starry sky, and creating ripples one after another in the spiritual ocean and the abyssal region...... However, here, on the lawn of this sanatorium, in the face of the fragile soul that was about to be poked, he could only stand still and helpless.

So Ronan knew that even if he amassed the top power on the earth, it would be difficult to start with the best Life Star Architecture or the Mica Architecture he had just obtained.

To start, you must have the consciousness of destructive dismantling!

That's a consequence that Ronan simply can't afford.

However, because of the meaningless action just now, he further spied on the ominous shadow that was even closer behind the old man...... Dead air.

Ronan is no longer a child who has never seen the world at all, and his rich experience in the past period of time can kill 99% of the normal humans in the world in seconds.

It's not that he hasn't seen a worse state of life than Luo Yuandao, and some of them are even made by him.

But how can it be the same?

He could clearly discern in his heart that this was a selfish thought, and his reason was always at work, allowing him to suppress all kinds of negative emotions such as irritability, depression, and gloom that suddenly erupted in his heart due to the ups and downs......

And that's all.

Ronan "stared" at the wizened old man on the lawn, at the fragile structure that could no longer be explored or peeled off, and all kinds of thoughts and thoughts rose and fell in his head, but it was difficult to grasp valuable pieces for a while.

At this time, the only thing to talk about as comfort was the old man's closed-eyed "observation".

Ronan knew that the old man was not looking at the clouds, he was not discovering any structure in the clouds, the clouds were at most just a trigger, and even the existence and tendency of Ronan's consciousness were also part of the trigger.

The main consciousness activities of the old man at this stage are still limited to the logical circle of his self, and the external world is only the background of his rotation on the stage of consciousness.

He is still in the circle he has demarcated.

Only this time, the old man is no longer a god who is complete and omnipotent, but has returned to the deepest life of the past and has continued to struggle.

His trembling fingertips are the strokes infused with painstaking strokes, and it is with this that he communicates with his children, students, and colleagues......

Nothing lags behind.

Therefore, even though the sky is losing sunlight and the clouds are not raining, the smile on his face is still brighter and purer.

Ronan "stared" at this scene in a daze, in a trance.