The next morning, Xu Yang opened his eyes and sat up, stretching languorously. He felt invigorated all over, a sense of comfort and exhilaration he had never known before.
He had slept through the night, finally resting peacefully without his usual dreams and divine wanderings, just deep and stable slumber.
That sleep had been incredibly restful, clearing away any dust that had settled on his soul.
In fact, there wasn't much dust to begin with. In the Black Water World for over a hundred years, except for the initial battles with creatures like the Giant Turtle, he had mostly been lying low, enjoying himself—practicing his cultivation, refining elixirs, drinking wine, eating meat, and studying formations and various miscellaneous disciplines as hobbies. Life was simply too comfortable.
