Failure. Failure. And still, failure...
The Innate Wind Seed seemed to have a mind of its own. Every time Chu Fan's Telekinesis brushed against it, the seed would invariably use the cover of the Gangfeng to slip away at the most crucial moment, giving him no opportunity whatsoever to control it.
Each failure drained him of most of his mental energy.
The Primordial Qi in his Dantian Qi Sea grew restless as well.
After just a few hours, Chu Fan's face began to turn pale.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the rock at his feet, only to be instantly turned to vapor by the Gangfeng.
Whenever he could no longer endure, he would brace himself against the cliff face and retreat from the edge, find a hollow sheltered from the wind, and sit cross-legged to circulate the Demon Dragon Celestial Spirit Scripture and recover his strength.
