Servant of a Terrifying Civilization

Chen Fusheng slowly came to, his entire body brimming with energy, and he badly wanted to release it all.

"This sleep was incredible. It felt like I'd eaten a Tenfold Great Tonic Pill."

Chen Fusheng's eyes glittered brightly, and he couldn't help smiling. He hadn't slept in ages. This sort of light sleep and recuperation clearly needed to be maintained!

"How did it go? Did last night's battle end?"

"Last night?"

The Heavenly Mandate Laborer was breathing in the morning's rosy dawn light. He had just finished his morning lesson and was also conserving his energy.

He paused, then said, "You've been asleep for almost ten days!"

"What?"

Chen Fusheng was stunned. Ten days?

The Heavenly Mandate Laborer said, "This time, you went through a high-level slaughter, witnessed the Supreme Dao Rhymes erupting, saw the Creation Heavenly Weapon, and even met the extraordinary person and Saint Origin Supreme..."

The Heavenly Mandate Laborer's words... Not to mention Saint Yuan Long wanting to beat them to death, even White Tiger was gnashing his teeth. They hadn't seen anything that day and had missed the peak battle!

The Heavenly Mandate Laborer believed that Chen Fusheng sleeping for ten days was normal. He had seriously overdrawn himself and truly needed a good rest. Otherwise, he really would have been trained into a useless wretch.

Chen Fusheng was secretly alarmed and subconsciously glanced at the Black Paper.

He carefully recalled everything that had happened over the past few days, then shook his head. It probably wasn't the Black Paper that had plunged him into such deep sleep. He had most likely just been genuinely exhausted.

Still, out of caution, Chen Fusheng placed the Black Paper in the gourd's lair and had the gourd suppress any evil.

"It's been almost ten days, and the gourd still