Xia ruofei's forehead was covered in sweat.
The Golden stripes were still moving at a steady pace, and their various decomposition and regrouping processes were all rather slow.
Words began to appear on the page, but they did not appear regularly from the first word of the first line. Hence, in Xia ruofei's eyes, these were meaningless words that did not match up.
One minute, two minutes ...
Xia ruofei started to feel a headache. It was a sign of overexertion.
However, only a few words had appeared on the page, and a large number of golden stripes were still moving slowly.
Xia ruofei smiled bitterly.
It seemed that this time was destined to end in failure. He did not dare to force out more spiritual power because no one had taught him this knowledge. He did not know if there would be any sequelae if he continued, or if it would cause irreparable damage to his brain.
Hence, Xia ruofei gave up at the right time.