Four tens of thousands of years in a single instant, it felt like a lifetime apart.
Zhang Huan twisted his body and opened his eyes.
His eyes were filled with exhaustion and the vicissitudes of life.
Just like waking from the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns, he had yet to fully recover, and the images in his mind remained so vivid.
However, he quickly pulled himself together because—
"Ugh, my arm is numb."
Zhang Huan winced in pain, his teeth bared as he sucked in a breath, the tingling sensation quickly pulling him back to reality.
His arm had lost all feeling, poor blood circulation causing waves of intense numbness.
In his memories, how long had it been since he experienced this sensation? Converting from a cultivator back to a mortal for a moment made him feel rather unaccustomed.
Only after experiencing it did he realize how frail his own body was, unable to even freely control the nerves and blood vessels within his body.
Especially the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which once again became insurmountably high, impossible to perceive, let alone draw into his body.
Sigh, a mortal in the world of immortal cultivation.
Glancing to his side, Nannan was hugging him like an octopus, her head pillowed on his arm, sleeping soundly and sweetly.
Zhang Huan used his other hand to support her head, placed it on the pillow, and moved his arm away.
He remembered clearly that when he was awake, he still insisted on sleeping in separate quilts, and Nannan had agreed.
How was it that as soon as he woke up, he found Nannan clinging to him once again?
This little fellow was a bit too clingy, pressing tightly against his body every night and hugging Zhang Huan to sleep together.
If