The morning sun had just risen, and dew soaked the slumbering Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng jolted awake, his body reflexively arching into a defensive posture.
But an instant later, he relaxed again, lying at ease in the pit.
Yesterday, he had actually fallen asleep in such an embarrassing state, and slept exceptionally comfortably.
It seemed to be the first truly peaceful sleep he had enjoyed in more than a decade.
Or rather, it was his first time sleeping in more than a decade, without the agony of his Divine Soul tearing apart, without the hardship of enduring that pain to make puppets.
He had simply stolen a peaceful little respite!
Lying in the pit, Chen Changsheng stared blankly at the azure sky for a moment, then leaped out.
The dirt on him vanished, and he once again became that cold, handsome cultivator.
Yesterday's vulnerability belonged to yesterday.
Today, he was still Chen Changsheng, decisive in killing and meticulous in thought!
With a wave of his hand, Chen Changsheng conjured an incense altar atop the cliff.
An incense burner stood on the altar, with a straw mat beneath it.
Chen Changsheng took off his shoes and sat upright before the altar, his hands loosely cupped before his chest.
Three lit sticks of plain incense abruptly appeared in his hands, their blue-green smoke rising steadily.
Sitting upright on the straw mat with the three incense sticks in his hands, Chen Changsheng quietly chanted an invocation to honor Heaven and Earth.
In his heart, he marveled at fate, grateful that he could start over. This time, he sought only to remain true to his heart!
Chen Changsheng made bold declarations in his heart, hoping those so-called immortals and Buddhas in the heavens would answer him.
Within the Runic Gate in the Myriad Laws