The engraving of Divine Sense is not an easy task.
In three days, how much can be engraved depends not only on memory and speed but also on the remaining Divine Sense.
On the Dao Platform, nearly five hundred people remaining are all extraordinarily silent at this moment, seizing every moment to record in the Jade Scrolls in their hands. Snowflakes drift around as the wind sweeps over the snow peaks.
Si Mo stands on the snow peak, looking into the Dao Platform along with others, at those cross-legged figures. Actually, in his eyes, there's only Mu Qingge; the others are no different from the surrounding snow mountains.
Here, aside from his beloved Qingge, the only other person worth an extra glance might be the Divine Emperor Zhong Shan sitting on the Ice Lotus.
