I Kill in My Sleep

When the pain became unbearable, when exhaustion came crashing in like a tide.

Within the shattered Pure True Yang Realm, the young Lord of Will swung his fists again and again. His consciousness was beginning to scatter.

He vaguely remembered that afternoon when he had first seen the Bronze Statue of Lu Xunyang.

Teacher Wang Yang's praise rang in his ears, while the sunset, sprawled drunkenly across the edge of the sky, burned with searing heat.

He lifted his leg, took a step, and leaned forward, crawling across the Sports Field like a primitive man who had only just learned to run.

Just a little longer. Just a little. As he ran, he kept an eye on the Small Tree inside the Saint Breaking Realm.

Like him in his earliest years, the Small Tree struggled to survive in that desolate, lonely, mist-shrouded place.

He heard his classmates talking. He saw Zhang Qingsi, a classmate in his homeroom, awaken his Qi and Blood and become the focus of the whole school.

Memories flooded into his mind.

Even though he had consumed countless [Skill] Character Saint Breaking Fruits and [Yi] Character Saint Breaking Fruits.

Even though he possessed memories far grander than anyone his age should have.

Still, in those shallow years, the things he treasured most lay buried deep in his heart.

An endless weariness swept over him.

Town Martial Class, the Prodigy Trial, the College Entrance Exam, Worship General, Myriad Forms Island, the declaration of war, the Five Clans Competition, the Ancient God Forbidden Land...

So much had happened in such a short time, amid unending fatigue and struggle.

He hadn't even realized he was tired.

He thought it was the evil within his heart, something that shouldn't exist in him.

He was a martial artist, so he didn't need