Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
With dawn approaching, Chen Hao would soon have to leave for Ancient Dragon with Gui Jianchou and the others. Getting back in afterward would be harder than reaching the heavens, so he could only stake everything on one last attempt.
Although he had yet to succeed even once, or even make it past the two hundredth stroke, Chen Hao was confident that he could succeed tonight.
With samadhi true fire burning above his hand, Chen Hao steadied his gaze and drew the first stroke on the ground.
Thanks to his exceptional memory, those 222 Spirit Runes were etched deep into his mind.
The twenty-eighth stroke.
The forty-sixth stroke.
The hundred and third stroke.
The hundred and eighty-ninth stroke.
When Chen Hao passed the two hundredth stroke, even the Saintess and Qin Meng gathered around, watching each movement of his hand with intense nervousness.
The two hundred and third stroke.
The two hundred and nineteenth stroke.
Sweat covered Chen Hao's head as he completed the two hundred and twenty-first stroke. As he prepared to draw the final Spirit Rune, his heart began pounding uncontrollably.
Success or failure rested on this single stroke.
The Saintess's eyes held an unprecedented solemnity. Beside her, Qin Meng bit her pink lip and clenched both hands, silently praying for Chen Hao.
Chen Hao took a deep breath. The samadhi true fire at his fingertip flared, and he poured all his strength into the final stroke.
His fingertip traced a gentle arc, and the final Spirit Rune linked the ends of the intricate spirit array formed by the other 221 Spirit Runes on the ground, completing the circuit.
The instant energy flowed between them, the entire spirit array erupted with tremendous power. Spiritual energy surged skyward, reaching into