A turning point

Zhou Sining was utterly at a loss, unable even to cry.

Judging by Burning Heaven's words, Mo Fan and the others had found quite a few Healing Mages for him.

They had probably discovered that nothing was wrong with his body or soul, yet he still would not wake up. With no way forward, they could only suspend treatment and wait to see what happened.

Mo Fan and the others did not know his situation, so that was the most reasonable choice.

But that was precisely the problem.

To wake up sooner, he had to let Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven absorb as much Magic Energy as possible.

Unable to ask the outside world for help, he could only slowly repay his debt with the Magic Energy his body gradually recovered.

How long would it take to pay everything off with that measly trickle...?

"Burning Heaven, is there really nothing we can do?" Zhou Sining asked, looking miserable.

"I wish there were, bro. I'm still starving here! I've got it worse than you!" Burning Heaven wore a sour expression.

Not getting enough to eat was painful, all right?

Especially since it had recently tasted several different flavors of Magic Energy, whetting its appetite.

Man and blade stared at each other in the boundless darkness, until both finally sighed in resignation.

So be it.

Endless darkness surrounded him, and he could not sense the passage of time. If he had not been able to slip into dormancy whenever he wanted in Spirit Form, Zhou Sining would never have lasted even a day.

After who knew how long, Burning Heaven woke Zhou Sining from yet another bout of dormancy.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Zhou Sining made a show of yawning.

He could not feel fatigue in Spirit Form. He only did it to