Meanwhile.
Inside the space within the Tianqi Holy Pearl.
Chen Feng was also making efforts for his own rebirth.
This kind of thing could only rely on his own efforts.
No one else could help him.
Within these three days.
Chen Feng didn't even know how many times he had failed.
Several times, he was so in pain that he almost passed out.
In the end, it was the old Taoist who woke him up.
However, even so.
Chen Feng kept gritting his teeth and trying again and again.
By now, he had already failed seventy-eight times.
Now he was attempting for the seventy-ninth time.
The darkness was still darkness.
The chaos space was still that chaos space.
Within, Chen Feng's consciousness was like a small boat on the sea, slowly drifting with no end in sight.
As he watched time pass bit by bit.
He still gained nothing.
Chen Feng roughly estimated the time; it was almost the time for failure.
So he ended the meditation a step earlier and opened his eyes.
