The immersive illusion offered a rich and colorful experience. In essence, Chen Ling lived another life all over again, only with far fewer reservations because he knew it was an illusion.
Didn't like the look of a Shrek instructor?
Just kill them.
Got into a conflict with someone?
Just kill them.
Of course, those were only Chen Ling's thoughts. Once his strength grew, there weren't nearly so many brainless idiots coming to provoke him, and his days were leisurely.
Every day, he went to Sea God Island to tease his senior sister and plucked a few Golden Tree leaves to play with.
He was practically Shrek's resident tyrant, and no one dared utter a peep.
But since he had become the child of destiny, God King Tang's great hand naturally reached for Chen Ling instead. Not that he cared.
His daily routine consisted of exploring the various ways to use sword sheaths. If Princess Tang came along, so be it-she would be a sword sheath too.
Even if God King Tang used his own sword sheath to bait the waters, Chen Ling would thrust straight in without hesitation.
As time passed, the Snow Empress's Soul Spirit recovered day by day.
Her memories gradually reawakened as well.
"What on earth is all this?" Inside the Soul Ring space, the Snow Empress rubbed between her brows with a headache.
She had actually been able to perceive the outside world all along, but her consciousness hadn't been clear. She had remained muddled and dazed.
Whenever she remembered what she had been calling Chen Ling during that time, her cheeks burned with shame.
"Daddy." She murmured it twice without thinking, and Chen Ling's voice instantly sounded in her mind.
"What is it, Xue'er?" His voice sounded a little strange, though, as if he were