No one knew how long had passed. The ancient characters within the scroll continued to stream forth without end, while Zhang Xiaohua could already feel his divine sense nearing complete exhaustion. Though he now had the Spirit Guiding Technique and did not fear consuming divine sense, would the text pouring into his mind backlash against him without the guidance of divine sense? Or might it harm the scroll itself?
These were things Zhang Xiaohua had no way of knowing.
So he could only grit his teeth and pour in what little divine sense he had left, hoping only that the transmission would finish before it was all used up.
After a while, fewer and fewer characters drifted over. It seemed the transmission was nearing its end, but Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense had also run dry. He sighed softly and was about to withdraw it, preparing for any upheaval caused by the interrupted transmission, when the golden formation outside the Dan Heart began to spin. A thread of golden light shot from the formation straight into the core of the Dan Heart. The Dan Heart trembled again, suddenly producing a wisp of divine sense. Though this wisp was scant, the instant it emerged from the Dan Heart, Zhang Xiaohua sensed its density. If his current divine sense was sparse air, then this wisp was a dense stream. The divine sense left the Niwan Palace and immediately entered the scroll. With its infusion, the pages that had been turning slowly suddenly sped up. In but a few moments, they flipped to the very last page, and the characters entering Zhang Xiaohua's mind likewise surged in number. This sudden rush made his head feel as though it were splitting apart. Fortunately, the transmission was already at its end. Not much information came flooding