Chen Fei's divine soul felt as though it would be torn apart by these memories, but from the moment he began receiving them, the pain on his face gradually calmed, letting that agony spread through his divine soul.
Even when thick Cracks truly began appearing across his divine soul, Chen Fei's expression did not change in the slightest.
It sounded slow in the telling, but the transmission of memories had actually finished in moments, and Chen Fei finally remembered his identity.
Because the memories had appeared and clashed with this world, Chen Fei's divine soul was truly riddled with a thousand sores and a hundred holes at this moment, but he merely frowned slightly.
Chen Fei lowered his head and glanced at the writing brush in his hand, then looked at the four characters he had written on the exam paper.
An insignificant portion of his origin had been lost. Even though Chen Fei had only written "breathing" and "waving," words that had nothing to do with cultivation at all, the origin accumulated by the Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique and Extreme Mountain Fist had still been plundered away.
Chen Fei looked at the compartments around him, then at the people opposite him writing furiously, before his gaze finally fell on the air above.
Compared to the old Rice Village, or the later Strange City, the rules of this world were what truly deserved to be called tyrannical.
They were all plundering origin, yet Rice Village had been utterly helpless against Chen Fei's simplified cultivation methods. It could not draw out any origin at all; instead, Chen Fei had sucked it back around once.
Strange City had been the same. These places could do nothing about the status panel's simplified cultivation methods.
But here, with this Weird that might have run