The external disturbances have nothing to do with Song Yan. At this moment, he is immersing his mind in deducing the trace of heaven contained in the analog pattern comparison.

One stroke at a time!

He completely ignored the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took for Song Yanzhong to spit out a heavy breath of turbidity, and his face was full of a very gratifying smile, because he finally deduced all the strokes contained in the pattern on the first heavenly tablet.

Looking at the pattern again, he found that it had produced an inexplicable change in his eyes.

This painting is no longer simple, but...