Qin Fengming naturally saw the enormous blue-green ball of light before him rapidly expanding as he worked his technique.
The sphere was swelling because, as more and more runes were added, he had no choice but to pour large amounts of soul energy into it as well.
As the runes continued to merge into it, the chilling power radiating from the sphere of soul energy also grew rapidly.
By this point, Qin Fengming no longer knew how to deal with the ball of light packed with runes.
After several months of uninterrupted spellcasting, had Qin Fengming not carried a considerable supply of soul stones whose energy he could absorb at full strength to replenish himself, the power of the runes might truly have backlash against him and killed him on the spot.
But even with top-grade spirit stones and soul stones on hand, Qin Fengming now felt exhausted to the bone.
If this situation continued, Qin Fengming felt that another month or two of such spellcasting might truly leave him collapsed on the ground.
Yet at this point, Qin Fengming could think of nothing but forcing himself to endure.
He did not know whether, if he stopped his technique, the runes he had painstakingly extracted would break free of the mass of soul energy and return to the chain.
However, before Qin Fengming could collapse from a shortage of magical power and soul energy, a terrifying development suddenly erupted before him.
As the last few runes merged into the enormous soul sphere formed from the runes he had extracted, it suddenly began bulging wildly, as though the runes inside could no longer be suppressed and were about to burst through their soul-energy prison.
Faced with this sudden development, Qin Fengming's expression changed sharply as he continued his technique.
Saintly Venerable