Time Waits for no Man

Thale's mind races as he realizes the gravity of the situation. The ancient script that had attached itself to his core during his cultivation session was not just ornamental but was actively hindering his progress. He had never heard of such a thing before and had no idea what to do about it. He needed to find a way to remove the script or at least neutralize its effects if he wanted to make any progress in his cultivation.

He quickly got up from his meditation position and started to investigate the script. He examined it closely, trying to find any clues as to its origin or purpose. But the script was strange, unlike any he had ever seen before. He couldn't even make out the meaning of the characters, let alone their purpose. He was at a loss.