After chatting with Feng Xian for a while, Xiao Yan finally returned to his quarters.
For the past six months, he had spent every day burning away without stopping, let alone sleeping.
So as soon as he got home, Xiao Yan treated himself to a good long sleep and relaxed completely.
Sleeping now and then had become a habit of his. Even after reaching the Dou Zun level, he had kept it up.
On the third day.
With no one to disturb him, Xiao Yan slept for two full days. He did not slowly wake from his dream until noon on the third day.
"So it was a dream?" Xiao Yan opened his eyes and looked around, sounding uncertain.
Thinking back on last night's dream, Xiao Yan felt puzzled.
Over the years, he had dreamed of all sorts of things—thrilling, risqué, terrifying... But this was the first time he had experienced a dream so strange.
If he had to put it into words, it was a dream of nothingness.
It was a sense of emptiness he seemed to have experienced firsthand, yet could not describe. He could not say what felt wrong about it.
"Probably because I haven't slept in so long." Xiao Yan shook his head and cleared the tangled thoughts from his mind.
After resting a while, Xiao Yan entered the Secret Chamber in his quarters and began planning his next steps.
Then he remembered the remains of the Saint of Creation in his Storage Ring.
He had originally planned to save the Saint of Creation's remains as a new body for Yao Lao.
But plans changed. Now that he had the North Dragon King's superior body, he had set the Saint of Creation's remains aside.
"I remember hearing something about Dou Sheng Marrow." A thoughtful look crossed