At the end of August, Wang Quan began engraving the final Dao Script onto his Yin Spirit.
At first, he had thought he could finish it in a month or two at most.
Yet by December, when heavy snow filled the air, he still had not successfully imprinted the final Dao Script.
By then, the Yin Spirit's repulsive force had become terrifyingly strong.
Every time he pressed the Dao Script down to imprint it, it was repelled.
Many times during this period, he wanted to give up and simply complete the transformation.
But whenever he thought that he was only one final Dao Script away from producing a Yang Spirit beyond supreme grade, he could not accept giving up.
Although he did not know what was special about a Yang Spirit beyond supreme grade, he knew it would definitely be stronger than a Supreme-Grade Yang Spirit.
I've endured everything up to this point. Now I'm only one final shudder away.
I can't give up!
Again and again, he condensed the Dao Script and lowered it toward his Yin Spirit.
In September, the Dao Script could descend no farther once it was three feet from the Yin Spirit.
By October, it could descend no farther once it was two feet from the Yin Spirit.
There was little progress in November; the Dao Script remained a foot and a half from the Yin Spirit.
In December, progress was even smaller: the Dao Script stopped a foot and two inches from the Yin Spirit.
Now it all comes down to grinding away, like water wearing down stone!
Wang Quan vaguely gained an understanding.
This final Dao Script was resisted by the Yin Spirit as though it should not exist in this world.
If he could imprint it, then the benefits this final Dao