Zhou Heng raced against time!
If he could completely master the Chaos Heavenly Scripture before the great rune crushed his Consciousness Sea, then he could launch a last-ditch counterattack and turn the tables in one stroke! But if it went the other way, he was finished!
If he became a living corpse, there was no need to say what came next. No one else possessed a Heavenly Scripture; they would all be forcibly refined by the grand formation and turned into nourishment for that Seven-Star Fruit, ultimately fulfilling those two Chiwen.
He absolutely could not fail!
He had not yet made Huotian his wife. He had not yet become a father. He still had so many family members and friends—how could he die here?
Faster! A little faster!
The great rune swept all before it. Even when Zhou Heng pushed the number of combined minor runes to three hundred and forty, it brought scarcely any improvement. Before the great rune's thirty-six thousand shattered runes, it was nothing but trash!
Without reaching the threshold of qualitative change, everything was hollow!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Zhou Heng's divine bones began to shatter as well. Only the circulation of Spiritual Power kept his skeleton intact; otherwise, his appearance would have been even more ghastly!
Faster! Faster! Faster!
Zhou Heng's thoughts whirled like lightning as he pushed his comprehension to its limit. Three hundred and forty-one, three hundred and forty-two, three hundred and forty-three... the combinations of minor runes rose step by step!
Faster! A little faster!
Crack, crack, crack, crack! Not a single intact bone remained in Zhou Heng's body. Cracks had even appeared across his skull. The reason it had not shattered completely was that Huotian's true rune had once been imprinted there. Even though it had been only a corner, it stood