Luo Chen rolled over and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Evil Emperor's words circled through his mind a few times. He didn't argue or respond.
"I'm asking you: what level are you now?" Evil Emperor asked.
"Level fifty-seven."
"When was the last time you cultivated on your own?"
Luo Chen opened his mouth, but no words came out. He thought carefully. Since finishing the Third Trial, every day he had either gone to the Education Committee for tea, stayed home with An'an, or occasionally dropped by the shop with Luo Dashan. Cultivation? He really hadn't done much of that. His Soul Power had increased entirely thanks to the divine trials' rewards, and his mental power had grown entirely thanks to the Kongming Bead's passive guidance. What had he done himself? Nothing.
"Right now, you're like someone waiting for a pie to fall from the sky." Evil Emperor's tone wasn't pleasant, but he was telling the truth. "When a divine trial comes, you pass it. When no trial comes, you wait. What about your own cultivation? Your own path? The God of Time's Third Trial had you comprehend that 'time cannot be reversed.' What did you understand? You wait when you should, and you wait when you shouldn't?"
Luo Chen sat up in bed and said nothing.
"The Space God put a bead at the bottom of a well and told you to find it yourself in Gengxin City. You found it. Then what? Every day, you sit by the window and stare at that bead. Is it changing? Is it growing? It's a token, not a cultivation manual. You could stare at it for ten lifetimes, and it still wouldn't tell you what the laws of space are."
"I slept for two years, and your strength increased quite