Why Song Shuhang Wouldn't Wake Up

The surveillance camera shattered, scattering fragments across the floor. Only then did Li Huowang snap out of his emotional outburst.

He stared at the sight in disbelief. Surely—

In this Modern World, he shouldn't have any other abilities!

His consciousness traveled between a bizarre ancient world of True Cultivation and the Modern World, but here, he was supposed to be an ordinary person. Apart from being able to bring things back from Great Liang, he shouldn't have this kind of power.

Where had this power come from?!

He could no longer see anything on the Great Liang side, yet now he could use spells.

Before he could dwell on it, he felt the ache leave his body beneath the two Restraint Straps. Instead, power poured from deep within him in an endless stream. The equipment pinning him firmly to the iron bed felt as flimsy as thin paper.

Riiip—

Li Huowang tore free of the Restraint Straps and pushed himself upright. He watched Divine Power flow over his body and felt that he had encountered it before.

The Sea of Bitterness. The Life Spring.

Then more information broke through the clouds and flooded his mind.

Talisman Refining Basics, the fundamentals of pill refining, the Dao Scripture, the essentials of True Cultivation, Dou Qi... The sheer mass of knowledge struck him like a bolt of lightning. Suddenly, he remembered!

It wasn't that the things from ancient Great Liang had vanished. He had gone through !@# to another world, another... Those people...

Li Huowang felt as though his brain had jammed, right at the most crucial moment.

Then he noticed a strange icon in his field of vision. Right... the Chat Group!

Snow-white walls, glowing energy-saving lamps, pale-green blast-resistant glass fitted with iron bars—this monotonous, faintly oppressive scene no longer irritated Li