Zhao Xuan did not even know how he had made it back to the academy. His divine sense had suffered a backlash, leaving him dazed and muddleheaded. If not for the help of the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, even his Nascent Soul might have been injured.
When he woke again, Zhao Xuan found himself lying in the Shrek Academy dormitory. The crystal lamp by his bed was on, illuminating the otherwise dim room.
"Ugh... my head hurts." Zhao Xuan clutched his forehead and groaned. A heart-wrenching burst of pain flashed through him before slowly fading away.
Nascent Soul Zhao Xuan opened his eyes. The purple-gold space around him had returned to its original state and had even faintly grown a little.
Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew his divine sense could recover, he felt more at ease after confirming it for himself.
"Hm? What's this?" As Nascent Soul Zhao Xuan lowered his head, he suddenly noticed strands of chaotic-colored gas drifting in from the chaos beyond the purple-gold space.
Zhao Xuan's heart tightened. Had something really gone wrong?
After observing quietly for a while, he relaxed. The chaotic-colored gas flowed into the Nascent Soul through its seven apertures, then emerged from the pores across its body as purple-gold divine sense.
So the power of divine sense was transformed from the chaotic energy outside. Zhao Xuan's gaze suddenly turned fervent. The surrounding chaos was boundless—if all of it could be converted into divine sense, how powerful would that be?
But after giving it another thought, Zhao Xuan gave up on the idea. His Nascent Soul had only just been born and was still weak. This was not something he could carry out now.
"I'll worry about it later." Zhao Xuan sighed.
When Zhao Xuan opened his