The surrounding black clouds spread, while Ning Zhuo continued to explore within them.
He had already flown far from the first strategic marking point, spiraling outwards with careful attention to both the upper and lower trajectories, moving swiftly through the black clouds.
His Divine Sense extended in all directions, while also keenly sensing the changes in the snow light within the pouch.
A moment later.
The Literary Energy in the pouch gently trembled, like a heart lightly beating. At the same time, the halo cast by the snow light changed its shape ever so slightly.
Ning Zhuo's heartstrings were plucked, and he immediately changed direction.
With the experience of his first success, his movements were swifter and more powerful.
Moreover, the Literary Energy and snow light seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, their transformations growing more pronounced, eventually forming an incredibly distinct conical shape once more.
