After a night of rest, Lu Yang yawned as he stepped out of his cave abode, feeling completely refreshed. His face glowed with vitality like he had been revived.

“Mmm, I’m alive again!” Lu Yang stretched his body, feeling that his body was surging with power. A good night’s rest really does work wonders.

Lu Yang recalled the destruction of the Everlasting Creed vividly, as though it had happened just yesterday.

He noticed the Everlasting Immortal Fairy sleeping soundly inside his mental space. When she was sleeping, she exuded a sense of serene elegance. Along with her unparalleled beauty and curves, she perfectly fit the image people had of an “immortal fairy.”

When the Everlasting Immortal Fairy doesn’t speak, she can easily bluff those who don’t know her.

It’s a rare moment of quiet.

“Do souls need to sleep too?” Lu Yang remembered that the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow the Everlasting Immortal Fairy...