Chen Fusheng's heart tightened slightly. He was worried the gourd might calculate something out and then curse him.
The gourd caught Chen Fusheng's thoughts and immediately looked down on him. Aside from healing resources, there was nothing he cared about.
At present, a blue star chart had surfaced across the gourd's exterior.
As the gourd performed its calculations, the star chart released sheets of mist. As time passed, the mist gradually grew denser, shielding the gourd's deductions.
The gourd was startled, but continued calculating, effectively tearing apart layer after layer of mist that interfered with its deductions.
Only, the gourd now looked somewhat crazed!
Its calculation speed was astonishingly fast. Even its surface was glowing red.
Chen Fusheng grew tense. The gourd had gone mad—it was actually consuming its accumulated healing resources to calculate?
Even the scenes on the gourd's surface changed by the hundreds of millions in a single thought. It was terrifying. It was tracing the origins of the star chart, and the patterns changed so quickly that even Chen Fusheng could no longer scan them with his Divine Sense.
But it was obvious that the gourd had gotten carried away!
Its surface was now black enough to shine, and thick billows of black smoke were even pouring from it!
Chen Fusheng stared blankly. What was going on?
Had the gourd calculated itself into vomiting blood?
This was absurd. Back when he had calculated the Star Devouring Vine, the process had gone relatively smoothly.
No one knew how much time passed before the gourd awoke. It yawned, as though it had slept for many years.
The gourd was confused too. What had happened?
It grew anxious. How had the red substance it had accumulated been depleted?
It found Chen Fusheng and asked him why it had fallen asleep.