A month flew by in the blink of an eye. The vast, empty plaza had fallen utterly silent, and the starlight that had once filled it had dispersed completely. Only a faint glow still flickered before the disc at its center, with the vague outline of a person visible within.
"Ugh..."
Hun Changqing lay not far from the disc. A month ago, after the black mist released by the Morning Star Ancient Emperor had completely dispersed from around him, the divine water within his body had ceased to be suppressed. While his consciousness lay submerged, the Three-Light Divine Water had begun circulating on its own.
It slowly repaired Hun Changqing's injured soul and body. After a month of unconsciousness, his awareness finally began to return. Having only just awakened, however, he remained dazed and unconsciously let out a low murmur.
As his consciousness awakened, countless fragments of memory flashed rapidly through his mind. Recalling what he had experienced, his still-hazy awareness instantly sharpened. His eyes, which had been shut for an entire month, snapped open, and he sprang from the ground with a carp-like kip-up.
Hun Changqing looked around. The familiar surroundings left his eyes filled with bewilderment. Then he raised his hand and lightly clenched his fist. The utterly real sensation of his own flesh brought a deeply confused expression to his face.
I didn't die? How is that possible? That attack was practically a dimensional strike. There was no way I could withstand it. What happened after I passed out? Could my Supreme Yin True Explanation have sensed that my life was in danger, unleashed its divine might, and wiped out that old bastard, the Morning Star Ancient Emperor? Did it save me?
Hun Changqing pondered inwardly. He could hardly be blamed for entertaining such wild notions; he