Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was deep into the second night.
Chu Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, sporting dark circles under his eyes, flipping through his study notes of the past two days.
Slaughter Atlas's upgrade was not yet complete, and Chu Chen felt like he had lost his soul. He couldn't concentrate in Liu Hong's class, so he forced himself to take notes, reviewing them multiple times afterward.
He couldn't even sleep now. Since the afternoon of the previous day, whenever he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of the Slaughter Atlas disappearing, and even Lei Yao couldn't save it.
Each time he was startled awake by nightmares, leaving him in a state of mental exhaustion.
Everyone assumed he was still immersed in the sorrow of losing Lei Yao and offered their condolences.
This left Chu Chen feeling both amused and helpless.
At that moment, a golden radiance suddenly erupted in his Soul Sea, dyeing it entirely golden.
