Han Yuchen's slumber entered its second day.
The room was quiet.
So quiet that one could hear the faint sizzle of sunlight scorching the leaves outside the window.
Yet inside the room, nothing was calm.
He lay on the bed, breathing steadily like a deeply sleeping infant. But his body was undergoing earth-shaking changes, like divine metal personally forged by a god.
The golden divine patterns once imprinted across his skin became increasingly distinct.
They were no longer lifeless markings. They seemed to have come alive, slowly flowing and tracing the most fundamental laws of the universe.
In the air, invisible Power of Stars was forcibly drawn in by an unseen force.
It passed through the walls, gathering into fine streams of energy that continuously poured into every limb and bone in Han Yuchen's body.
Star Tempering.
This time, it was fully automatic, and its intensity far surpassed anything before.
Creak—
The door was gently pushed open a crack.
The Shrek group cautiously poked their heads inside.
The next second, everyone froze.
"I... damn!"
Oscar was the first to lose control, forcing his astonishment down into a mosquito-like murmur.
What did he see?
The entire room was practically turning into an energy crystal!
The drawn-in Power of Stars was so pure that it had begun affecting reality itself! Even the air had become somewhat viscous. One breath made it feel as though his internal organs had been washed clean, leaving him so comfortable he wanted to moan.
Behind his glasses, Master's eyes burned with the fervor of a madman.
Excitedly, he pulled out a notebook and quill pen. His hands shook as if he had Parkinson's, and he wanted to record this unimaginable sight.
But after writing two words, he stopped.
Record my ass!
How was he supposed to record