After sleeping for a full fifty-nine days, Mo Lin finally opened his eyes.
"How long... did I sleep?" Mo Lin opened his huge mouth in a yawn, looking around at the clouds and mist surrounding him in midair with a trace of confusion.
Looking down, he found himself actually "floating" in the air. Clearly, Mo Lin had not realized just how much his body had changed.
"Not that long. Almost two months, that's all." A teasing voice echoed in Mo Lin's mind.
Mo Lin was quite delighted to hear that familiar voice. Since there was no danger around and nothing seemed wrong with his body, he directly sank into his spiritual space.
"You two have been gone for so lo—fuck, what is this?" Mo Lin had originally planned to greet the two old fellows he had not spoken to in so long, but the moment he entered his spiritual space, the nine rings of Primordial Qi—whether they could still be called soul rings was another matter—nearly made his jaw drop.
Then, with a glance from the corner of his eye, the freshly repainted Non-Aggression shocked Mo Lin once again.
"Can someone explain what happened over these past two months?" Mo Lin blankly turned to look at the snake and insect.
"You really slept like the dead. Your body changed so drastically, yet you didn't even notice. Still, making such earth-shaking progress from one nap alone—your luck is really something, kid," the Heaven-Devouring Titan Python remarked.
"Luck? Why don't you two old fellows try taking a hit of divine power? Don't let the fact that I haven't become a god fool you. I can still draw upon some of the Winged Dragon's divine power and the Asura God's divine power—"
As he mentioned it, Mo Lin suddenly realized that the Asura