As the dust settled, Xu Ping grimaced as he climbed up from the ground.
With his physique, although the explosion wasn't enough to injure him, the churning blood and pain from the blast made him cough involuntarily.
"The connections in the engraved pattern aren't smooth enough!" Xu Ping rubbed his slightly reddened chest, summarizing the cause of his failure this time.
He was already accustomed to failure, and it couldn't cause any ripples in his heart.
Just continue with the engravings; success will come eventually.
Xu Ping wiped off the pattern on his chest, adjusted his breath for a moment, and after calming the turbulent energy, he packed up the array and went to search for demon beasts again.
Time passed slowly as he continued hunting demons, engraving, and failing.
Despite repeated setbacks, he never felt discouraged. Instead, with the accumulation of experience, he became increasingly convinced that he was getting closer to success.
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...
A month later.
