Just like that, the matter was settled. There was none of the usual indulgence or fun before an exam. He didn’t even get a last meal before being sent to his doom.

More than four hundred years into the Cataclysm Era, the world remained a dark and miserable place. All it had to offer was more studying. 

Having missed nearly half a month of lessons because of his injuries, Ji Jue was promptly kicked into the workshop basement and once again plunged into a life of answering practice questions day and night. 

He didn’t even dare guess blindly. Every question he got wrong would be marked by Professor Ye. If he made the same mistake twice on the same type of question or theory, she would generously add another relevant paper to his workload, complete with close-reading notes and analysis.

He ate when he was hungry, drank when he was thirsty, and slept when he was tired. The stronger soul he had gained upon reaching the Metamorphosis Realm, along with the physical recovery he had received from Zhou Zhong, would not even let him pass out on the spot. And with an unlimited supply of various alchemical medicines, even dropping dead from exhaustion was difficult.

At first, Ji Jue had been restless, whining and protesting. Then he grew accustomed to it and gradually became...