When Yang Zhen woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day.
The first thing Yang Zhen did upon opening his eyes was to observe his body. After discovering that he wasn't missing any arms or legs, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Upon internal inspection, Yang Zhen was suddenly startled, his face showing a shocked expression, almost stunned by the roaring of the surging waves.
After this sleep, the bloodline aura within Yang Zhen's body had turned tumultuous, amidst the rushing streams. There seemed to be thunder roaring, and the wild posture left Yang Zhen dumbfounded, so careful not to make a move, for fear that a careless action would burst his blood vessels.
This was too terrifying. Yang Zhen sat dumbfounded on the coffin, his face filled with disbelief. Who could endure such raging and roaring bloodlines within, like the ferocity of a vast river?
