It was unknown how long had passed, the ancient text in the scroll still continued to flow, and Zhang Xiaohua felt that his divine sense was about to be exhausted. Although Zhang Xiaohua had Qianshen Yin now and wasn't afraid of the consumption of divine sense, would the text entering his mind backlash if there was no traction from his divine sense, or would it harm the scroll?
Zhang Xiaohua couldn't know this.
So he could only muster his strength, pour his little remaining divine sense, and hope to complete the text transmission before his divine sense was completely exhausted.
