Within the Hidden Dimension that no one could peer into, six consciousnesses possessing miraculous powers were quietly awakening, beginning to try to trace out their own distinctive writing.
Had anyone else seen that scene, they would probably have been unable to help exclaiming at just how miserable it was.
After working away for ages yet managing to trace only an almost imperceptible dot, Ye Buyu finally lost control of her emotions and began shouting, practically going mad with frustration.
"I honestly never thought writing could be this difficult. I give up, seriously!"
Beside her, Mu Bingge gently consoled her, "It's only natural to feel anxious when we still don't understand anything.
"Once Wan Lan can establish even a faint connection with the Thousand-Wind Ancient Road outside, we'll have a rough idea of what's going on out there."
Mentally exhausted, Wan Lan replied, "I'm already trying my best."
Elsewhere, Kou Ying was slowly wriggling along, laboriously tracing out the character for "fate."
"Don't get worked up yet, Captain. Look at me. Aren't I crawling along bit by bit too?"
Lou Guanshan kept bouncing up and down, urgency seeping into his voice. "That's true, but I really am getting anxious. I want to know what year and month it is outside, and whether the Peak Epoch has begun."
Su Wuwei remained perfectly composed, casually cracking a joke as he condensed his Godhead:
"Maybe that period is already long over. After all, none of us knows how long we were unconscious."
The other five immediately looked over with pained expressions, then swarmed the wavering glimmer and gave him a beating.
"Don't say things that make people want to die!"
Another unknown stretch of time passed before the writing they were tracing was finally half complete. Their incomplete souls gradually filled out, beginning to