Su Jiu had thought she could finish the space formation in two years, but it was only as the fifth year approached that completion finally came within reach.
She had overestimated herself and underestimated the power of this spatial rift.
Su Jiu even wondered whether anyone else dragged into the spatial rift would have had any chance of surviving.
Still, seeing no other human remains nearby, she supposed they were the only two unlucky souls.
That made sense. If anyone else had ever entered before them, the stone marrow would likely never have fallen into their hands.
The formation disk spun rapidly in Su Jiu's palm, while her right hand engraved at a speed even faster than its rotation.
At this moment, what Su Jiu held in her right hand was not an Engraving Brush, but an extremely fine needle.
The needle roamed ceaselessly over the formation disk, guiding tiny specks of spiritual qi to imprint themselves upon its surface.
Rather than dissipating as the fine needle moved, the spiritual qi obediently settled exactly where Su Jiu wanted it to stay.
The petals beneath the corner of Su Jiu's eye flickered faintly, as though carrying a hint of delight.
When Chu Luohen woke from meditation, he saw Su Jiu wreathed in white light.
Chu Luohen was slightly surprised. He had not expected this period of meditative formation engraving to grant Su Jiu a new insight.
The medium Su Jiu was engraving was, in fact, already her third.
She had finished the first three years earlier, when she had still been quite unfamiliar with engraving this space formation disk.
Her movements had been nowhere near as practiced as they were now.
At the time, he had wanted to help her, only to discover that the formation disk she was engraving was