Wuji met Fang Xiao's astonished gaze, and his heart sank.
"How is it? Did it succeed or fail?"
Faced with Wuji's question, Fang Xiao did not answer at once. Instead, he fell into deep thought.
Only after a moment, seemingly still unable to make sense of it, did he finally respond.
"How should I put this? My current situation is rather strange.
"My dharma manifestation has successfully merged with my nascent soul, and the embryonic Dao Seed shows signs of being conceived. I'm only half a step away from attaining the Dao.
"But for some reason, I've suddenly gotten stuck here.
"It hasn't succeeded, yet it doesn't seem like a failure either. It feels as though a piece of the puzzle is missing."
If it had failed, the nascent soul and dharma manifestation would not necessarily have separated, but the embryonic Dao Seed would certainly have dispersed first.
Instead, it was like this now: neither dispersing nor continuing to condense.
After hearing Fang Xiao's explanation, though Wuji had not experienced it himself, he immediately understood.
He promptly asked suspiciously, "Could it truly be because your magical power is insufficient, causing you to stall here?"
"No. I can feel it—the process of my nascent soul accepting the dharma manifestation was extremely smooth. There is absolutely no problem with my magical power."
Faced with Wuji's judgment, Fang Xiao immediately gave a negative answer. This was not a premonition, but the most direct sensation.
The two exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads again to ponder, trying to find the problem from another angle.
The cultivation chamber consequently sank into a prolonged silence, remaining soundless for a long while.
Who knew how much time passed before Wuji finally broke the silence.
"How about using the Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart to assist in deducing it?