With his safety assured, Wenlong devoted himself to studying the mysteries of the formations within the great black stone.
This was important to him, and it was what he most wanted to learn. He sent his divine sense into the great black stone to examine its mysteries.
Before long, he withdrew. The crushing pressure of the great black stone and the indistinct patterns inside left his eyes swimming.
His mental power finally buckled under the pressure. He had lasted only a short while before he had no choice but to withdraw.
After resting for a while, he tried again, sending his divine sense into the great black stone.
The result was the same, but this only roused his refusal to admit defeat. Again and again, he sent his divine sense inside, then withdrew.
He repeated the process over and over. Only when he truly could not hold on any longer did he pause to rest before trying again.
More than a month passed like this. To Wenlong's surprise, his mental power had actually grown considerably stronger.
This major discovery filled him with delight. This was a form of cultivation in its own right.
As his mental power strengthened, he also began to make out the patterns inside, though only barely.
Suppressing his excitement, he calmed his mind and continued studying and deciphering the meaning of the patterns.
This time, it was not his mental power that failed him. The patterns themselves were enough to leave his head spinning.
When he truly could not continue, he had to withdraw. Once his head cleared, he sent his divine sense back inside and persisted in studying and deciphering them.
That day, he felt exhausted. He also knew that the mysteries of this great black stone could not be unraveled in a day or