"Cough, cough..."
"Your Highness, how do you feel?"
"How long was I unconscious?"
"Today is the fifteenth of August."
"The fifteenth of August..."
"You fell unconscious at the beginning of the year. It's been eight months."
"Eight months..."
"Drink your medicine and take it easy."
"Thank you, Daoist Master."
The young man sat propped against the headboard. Holding a large bowl, he drank the cool spirit medicine. Spirit power spread gently and steadily through him, nourishing a body that had lain dormant for more than half a year. The comfort was like sweet rain after a long drought.
"Did anything major happen in those eight months?"
"Not much."
The Daoist, who looked young but was over a hundred years old, stood beside the bed and said softly, "After Your Highness fell unconscious, His Majesty summoned the Sword King to the capital. The Military then launched a sweeping purge of Cao Ci and the Dream Moon Cult's forces, killing another of Cao Ci's avatars. Cao Ci has rarely shown his face since, and the Dream Moon Cult no longer dares operate anywhere within Great Yi's sphere of influence. Even now, troops are fighting the cult abroad.
"Also, the Bodhisattva of Calamity entered the Slaughter Forbidden Land two and a half months ago. Like the Founding Emperor and the Emperor of the Martial Ancestors, he went in alone. It took him only a month to suppress every Ninth Tier being inside. Just now, he passed the initial stage of merging with the origin and attained Buddhahood. Once he finishes absorbing its power, he can leave the Forbidden Land."
"The Bodhisattva of Calamity became a Buddha?"
"Yes."
"..."
The man looked surprised, then shook his head with a smile. "I never thought the first thing I'd do on waking would be to witness