In Tang Wen's Sea of Consciousness.
Thirty-one pictographs flickered with a steady light.
Though they were only black and gray, they emanated a deep, azure glow and a pale blue one.
His Spiritual Power was surging and plentiful.
He began to sketch out the thirty-second pictograph.
Stroke by stroke, curve by line.
It was done.
A jolt of joy went through him, causing his spirit to ripple gently.
It was like a dragonfly on a summer evening, accidentally popping a soap bubble blown by a child in the square.
The thirty-second pictograph shattered.
'Damn it!'
He cursed under his breath.
He took a deep breath to calm himself.
He tried again.
The thirty-second pictograph was steadily sketched out.
This time, he felt neither joy nor sorrow.
Finally, the thirty-second pictograph stabilized.
Still, it was as fragile as a newborn baby.
He exited the Spiritual Meditation Method.
