"By my count, school starts the day after tomorrow. I wonder how Gongyang Mo is doing."
Dark circles hung heavily beneath Yue Ling's eyes, and his complexion was somewhat pale, though his overall mental state was much better than it had been a few days ago.
Over the past month, he had gradually adapted to the repeated fright and torment inflicted upon his mind.
Before he knew it, he was already thirteen years old.
By careful count, he had been at Shrek Academy for a full five years.
Those five years had changed him tremendously...
Moreover, after enduring the Remnant Soul's memories for a month, his Soul Power had only risen by one level.
He was now a Level 44 Tool Spirit Ancestor.
It was not because he had been lazy or slacked off, nor because he had failed to cultivate diligently.
Ordinary Spirit Masters only needed to close their eyes, meditate, calm their minds, and focus their spirits to steadily absorb Soul Power and improve their cultivation.
But he was different. Whenever he closed his eyes, those fragmented, dark memories burrowed straight into his mind and clung to his nerves.
He simply could not cultivate in peace.
Was he supposed to cultivate with his eyes open?
That was completely impossible.
If it had been an ordinary Spirit Master, being repeatedly washed over and mentally tormented by such bloody, sinister memories every day would have driven them completely insane long ago.
Yue Ling had only endured until now by gritting his teeth and suffering through it.
He knew clearly that he had to persist until he had completely absorbed every memory fragment of the Remnant Soul.
Otherwise, it would delay many things.
Fortunately, the amount of information in these fragments was not great, though they appeared extremely often.
They were