The events of the day had probably come to an end; finally, he could get a good night's sleep!
The only uncertainty was whether staying up this late would leave him enough sleeping hours—he hoped it wouldn't impact his training tonight.
"Goodnight, Wangshu. Have a sweet dream tonight."
He lay on the bed, whispering softly to himself.
However, tonight seemed destined to be turbulent.
After an unknown amount of time, Wangshu was intruded upon in his sleep by a noise that could not be ignored—a continuous, buzzing drone.
The noise forcibly dragged him awake from his dreams. Wangshu covered his ears tightly. Did the Cloud Knights of Cangcheng not manage these guys disturbing the peace?
"I wonder if Little Jingliu was woken up."
Wangshu opened his eyes reluctantly, subconsciously wanting to lift the blanket, but his hand grasped only empty air. He turned his head slightly, but the surroundings were not his familiar environment.
A blank void. Absolutely pure, boundless whiteness. It was as if he had been thrown into a forgotten, unpainted blank sandbox—no up, down, left, or right; no points of reference.
Wangshu: ...
The buzzing sound echoed ceaselessly throughout this sandbox world, yet Wangshu couldn't find the source of the sound. After all, everything in sight was a blank expanse; living creatures, planets, or even dust did not exist.
The buzzing grew louder, the noise from all directions making his ears ache. Wangshu subconsciously walked forward, even though the act of moving seemed somewhat surreal in this blank space.
Until—
*[Promising Future Chat Group Reminder: Your deep sleep duration has met the standard. Do you wish to enable Training Mode? This is an add-on function of the Group Member Cards module.]*
*[Yes / No]*
The cold, familiar system notification tone, like a sharp blade cutting through chaos, suddenly sliced into this buzzing blankness.
Only then did Wangshu reach out in realization, but the arm in his field of vision was not the one he was familiar with.
"..."
It was as if the dust before his eyes had suddenly been wiped away, or perhaps his vision was slowly focusing. The entire world suddenly had color, and other living beings gradually appeared in his sight.
The first thing that caught his eye was a massive Swarm King. Its shell was heavy and thick like a mountain range, and the luminescent organs beneath its body twisted light and air like a blazing star.
Calamity-Breeding Swarm King.
This name instantly appeared in his mind. Among the Propagation Swarm Kings, it was the one closest to the primordial Swarm Imperator.
Wangshu's thinking fully returned, and a sudden thought struck him: "Did Senior Jingliu also turn into a bug back then?"
His vision continued to expand. An invisible force guided his sight, instantly crossing into the next star sector. Wangshu faintly saw a second Swarm King, but the image was blurred, like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water.
At this moment, he attempted to move his body. The broken debris startled the Calamity-Breeding Swarm King that was feasting on corpses, and its massive compound eyes instantly locked onto the head of the debris.
In this critical moment, what flashed through Wangshu's mind like a spark was that card with the flowing moonlight...
He also recalled Senior Jingliu's trust and teachings, as well as the slight 'unorthodox methods' she had mentioned. The alien body gradually returned to normal, and a trace of chill flooded this scorching space.
"A blade three feet and seven inches long..."
"...is sufficient to sever all bindings."
If you cannot control the blade in your hand, then give it up, and let the sword control you.
Entrust your body, your will, briefly to a purer technique and power.
The Senior's cold voice still lingered in his ears. Wangshu took a deep breath.
Frost spread from his palm, like a sliver of moonlight in a silent winter night held in his hand, glowing with a faint, dark light.
"Now it's my turn to shout that line."
The massive debris gradually condensed into a human form, slowly reverting to Wangshu's appearance, except his eyes were crimson, seemingly devoid of spirit.
"Let this moonlight... illuminate a thousand rivers!"
Cold and desolate, like the brilliant moonlight of the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens, the icy sword qi honed over a thousand years slashed toward the connection between Propagation and the Swarm King. Wherever the sword light passed, the invisible links snapped inch by inch like spiderwebs cut by high heat. In an instant, it pierced the phantom before him, the sword edge breaking through shell and flesh.
*[Yes / No]*
Yes!
...
"Ha... Haha!"
Reappearing in that familiar training space, Wangshu looked at his familiar arms and body, unable to suppress his laughter.
So this was what it felt like to have someone backing you up?
Although he was praised by Senior Jingliu as having excellent talent, he had only been here for two or three days after all. How could he possibly handle the remnants of Propagation?
But it didn't matter. Wangshu couldn't perfectly control the power, but he could let the power perfectly control him!
When he had laughed enough and his mood had settled slightly, he realized there were two people standing in front of him—Asta, dripping with fragrant sweat and looking like she had just undergone high-intensity training, and... Senior Jingliu, standing with her arms crossed, her face expressionless.
"Ahem, sorry, I got a little carried away."
Wangshu quickly reigned in his smile and cleared his throat in some embarrassment.
He said that, but the smile on Wangshu's face didn't completely fade. To say he wasn't afraid of the Propagation remnants would be a lie, but he hadn't expected that this kind of danger really couldn't cause any harm.
"No matter. I originally thought it would take you a few more days to comprehend it. I didn't expect you to wake up from the erosion of Propagation on the very first day."
The erosion of Propagation is silent and imperceptible. It makes your mental consciousness, and even your soul, fail to notice the body's warnings, allowing you to live a normal life even the next day.
She was observing the cancellation of forces and guessing in her heart how long it would take Wangshu to wake up. She hadn't expected this little brother's comprehension to be so high.
"I didn't," Wangshu scratched his head and spoke the truth. "But the Chat Group reminded me it was time for training! It woke me straight up from that muddled state, haha!"
He really couldn't hold it back. Wangshu originally thought he would have to live in this world for several years before he could slowly understand and digest things.
He hadn't expected this Chat Group—a cheat usually only found in multiverse crossovers—to be so useful.
Jingliu was stunned, looking thoughtful. "Then this group chat is likely truly a creation of an Aeon."
Although the Propagation remnant was just a remnant, it carried a chaotic level of rules. For the Chat Group to break it so easily, it must be at least a level higher than the remnant.
Just like the Astral Express when Akivili was still around. She just didn't know what that Aeon intended by gathering these people here.
Wangshu: ...
He felt this wasn't something to investigate too deeply. After all, he had transmigrated from reality; if one insisted on finding a source, maybe this was his transmigrator benefit.
Wangshu shook his head vigorously, eager to try: "Is there still time for me to train today?"
Jingliu was about to habitually shake her head, but suddenly remembering the way this little brat Wangshu had just shaken his head, she forcibly stopped the motion.
"Too late. Don't forget to swing your sword during the day. Your talent is very good; perhaps in the future, you can surpass me. Do not be slack."
The Chat Group was indeed magical in many aspects, but it couldn't stretch time at will. The training space sounded impressive, but its time flow ratio with the outside world was normal.
"I will!"
Wangshu answered crisply.
Then, as if sensing something, he looked toward the wailing... Asta. He saw this young miss resting her hands on her knees, panting slightly. Her bangs were wet with sweat, and the look she gave him held an indescribable... resentment?
"Wangshu, you absolutely must not forget to train during the day! You absolutely can't forget!"
Asta spoke weakly, but her tone was exceptionally earnest: "You must, you absolutely must remember to train!"
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