For instance... originally, this golden core didn’t even exist, and it only appeared after swallowing the Dream Demon.
There is even a faint feeling of ’divinity’ that I possess control over.
This makes Fang Che feel exceptionally marvelous.
It seems that in this Divine Sense Space, I am the God.
God!
This sensation is utterly delightful.
And inside this golden core, whether there are elents belonging to the Dream Demon, Fang Che is equally expectant; regarding the Dream Demon’s heritage, knowledge, and mories—though he says he doesn’t care, deep down he really desires them.
If those could be retained and beco his own, that would be truly wonderful. Unfortunately, Fang Che knows this hope is extrely slim.
Now it’s just waiting for the future steps of exploration...
This ti’s harvest, Fang Che feels it is enough for him to digest for a long, long ti. This power, for his ant-like King level cultivation, absolutely exceeds the bounds beyond imagination.
Feeling his current Divine Sense Energy, Fang Che is sowhat stunned: "My current Divine Sense...tsk, I’m invincible in the world now?"
Fang Che sighed in relief, the life-threatening crisis had been resolved.
But how long have I been unconscious?
How many days?
When will I be able to wake up?
Fang Che touched his chin, considering Ye ng’s personality—she probably wouldn’t bury him just like that...
Joking around with himself, Fang Che had absolute confidence in Ye ng.
Looking at the Divine Sense Space where the Divine Sense Energy is still turbulent and restless, still in a very ferocious state, Fang Che simply cald his spirit and began silently simulating Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd in his heart.
Researching bit by bit, inch by inch, fully comprehending...
Various cultivation techniques, various fighting styles, various insights, various situations...
Slowly sinking into a mystical state.
Of course, sotis waking up still brings a sense of loneliness.
"Ah, if the Dream Demon could hold on for a while longer before dying, that would be nice. Rarely having soone to accompany during such tis."
Fang Che greedily sighed.
The little elf continues to refine the body of the Nether Spear; while the Golden Horned Flood Dragon...
Well, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon has gorged itself again!
Irrationally, its body reveals in the Sea of Divine Consciousness, almost two ters long, with the thickness of a barrel, the golden horn on its forehead has already fully ford.
Glittering bright.
Sleek and streamlined, its body is long and agile.
Just now clinging onto the Divine Formless Jade, sluggishly, its tail moves only once in a while, occasionally letting out a "ugh yue..."
It overeats, starting to feel nauseous.
"You’re going to eat yourself to death!"
Fang Che kicked the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon gave a yearning glance, its head nuzzling against Fang Che...
...
Outside.
Fang Che has been unconscious for half a month, a full fifteen days.
The Guardian Hall’s people co and go every day, carrying anxious hearts, then leaving disappointed.
Fang Che’s divine consciousness is so chaotic that even dicine cannot be administered. Regardless of how high one’s cultivation, they’re helpless.
Jing Xiuyun wants to stay here, accompanying Ye ng.
Ye ng refuses.
This is her and Fang Che’s ho. Before Fang Che wakes up, no one else can stay here; if strangers moved in, the atmosphere might be different — what if Fang Che feels uncomfortable?
Every night, carefully washing Fang Che’s hair, face, feet, body, then tidying up and covering him with blankets, she lies down beside him, tightly embracing him to sleep.
"Where there’s a wife, there’s a ho; ho is the most stable. This is what you frequently say, you have a wife, the ho is most stable. Once your heart is at peace, you will definitely wake up."
Ye ng chats to Fang Che each night.
Baiyun Martial Academy’s ng Hejun and Gao Qingyu have returned, visiting with ng Chizheng and others.
On the eighth day, Li Changkong and others returned, also visiting yet again, Bing Shangxue cried anxiously, holding Fang Che’s hand, dropping tears in heartache.
"Did you tell the family?"
"Not yet." Ye ng lowered her head.
"Such a big matter, not informing the family?" Bing Shangxue was anxious.
"I didn’t let them know..." Fang Qingyun bravely took responsibility on the side: "Cousin might wake up in a few days. Once he wakes up, then it’s better to tell the family..."
"You are so reckless!"
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