The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Inside the insulated glass, Yin Chen gently clasped his hands together.

The enormous double-edged axe slowly took shape in mid-air, its surface covered with a cold, sharp blue light.

Hongyuan eagerly tapped on the glass, "Yes, yes, yes, this curve is absolutely amazing! Make the axe handle two inches thicker, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be powerful enough to swing."

Yin Chen sighed, "They really have no taste."

However, as you wish.

The whirlwind carried the shaped double-edged axe slowly down onto the control panel.

Yin Chen withdrew his spiritual power, and the hem of his white trench coat gently fell off.

He pushed open the glass door, and a chilling draft rushed out through the crack.

Chen Guan sat in the chair, reached out to stroke the fur of the black panther at his feet, and looked at the double-edged axe.

Hongyuan rushed in, grabbed the double-edged axe that weighed over a hundred pounds, and swung it twice in the air, creating a dull whistling sound.

"It's so heavy, but the feel of it is amazing." Hong Yuan laughed with satisfaction: "Yin Chen, you've got some skill."

Upon hearing this, Yin Chen let out a smug hum.

The remaining time passed quickly.

In the afternoon, Hongyuan's dormitory was packed with people.

The already cramped single dormitory room became even more crowded because of the large amount of equipment that An Changqing brought in.

Su Yuehe sat in the chair in the middle. Today she was wearing a loose white knitted sweater, her long hair was neatly pinned up behind her head, and although her complexion had regained its rosy hue, the stubbornness in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

An Changqing stood beside her, holding several recovery potions of different colors in his hand.

"Moon Lotus, these are the purest mental stabilizers and blood-restoring fluids."

"If I find that your mental fluctuations exceed the safety threshold, I will forcibly stop the process," An Changqing said seriously.

Su Yuehe nodded: "Changqing, I know what I'm doing. You don't need to be so nervous. I've simulated the impact of that incident repeatedly over the past three days. I'm mentally prepared and won't be as embarrassed as last time."

Hongyuan sat on the edge of the bed, holding an apple in her hand and crunching away.

The Mystic Turtle, placed on her lap, was slowly retracting its head, trying to pretend it was a stone.

Chen Guan stood by the window, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the shell of the Tongxuan Turtle.

He came here today, of course, not to watch the show.

He also had a great interest in those ancient demonic texts.

Since the Black Wind Civilization is also an ancient civilization, and since I have some connection with it, there's nothing wrong with learning about it in advance.

Both are ancient scripts, so they have some similarities.

Yin Chen also arrived, still with his usual calm and unhurried demeanor, standing next to the coffin, toying with a short staff inlaid with frost crystals in his hand.

It was clearly just modified, and Chao was showing it off unintentionally.

Hongyuan threw the leftover apple core into the trash can and reached out to tap the shell of the Xuan Turtle.

"Did you hear that, turtle? Stop playing dead. Do that glowing word you released a few days ago again. Don't force me to use the new axe to open your back."

The Mystic Turtle poked its head out with a pitiful expression, its two beady green eyes filled with resistance.

As a knowledge-type monster, it was originally used as a library by Instructor Jing. Who knew that it would fall into this person's hands and not only be used as a bargaining chip, but also be threatened with force.

It glanced at the people around it and sighed resignedly.

Hongyuan stretched out her finger and tapped the head of the Mystic Turtle.

"Hurry up."

The tortoise is often bullied because of its kindness.

The Mysterious Tortoise resigned itself to its fate, and intricate patterns began to appear on its shell.

A golden light shone from the center of the pattern and gradually spread outwards.

The air in the entire dormitory became heavy.

Yin Chen immediately waved his short staff, and a layer of light blue frost barrier rose against the wall, sealing the heavy pressure within the small space.

An Changqing gripped the medicine bottle tightly with his fingers, his gaze never leaving Su Yuehe for a moment.

Su Yuehe straightened her back and stared intently at the Tongxuan Turtle.

The golden light grew stronger and stronger, and an ancient and complex character took shape in the light, hovering above the Mystic Turtle.

This character seemed to have its own life; as soon as it appeared, it brought with it a massive flow of information that radiated outwards.

Su Yuehe closed her eyes, her brows gradually furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The flow of information was like a flood breaking through a dam, washing over her mental world.

She bit her lip tightly, trying to capture the true meaning of that character amidst the flood of information.

Chen Guan stood by the window, also impacted by that flow of information.

However, he did not resist, but let the golden light enter his eyes. With his sixth-level strength, he could completely withstand this level of mental impact.

The moment the golden characters came into view, the scene he had seen inside the withered source stone reappeared in Chen Guan's mind.

The sky was gloomy, the earth was cracked, and the wind whipped up black dust.

The magnificent black altar reappeared, and the coffin on it was crystal clear.

At this moment, the golden ancient demon script was hovering above the altar, emitting a faint light.

Chen Guan's gaze shifted.

These two things are indeed products of the same civilization.

However, why is his coffin also from that era?

The barrage of comments on my retina began to scroll.

[Ancient demon script reappears; is Su about to level up?]

[Do you want to evolve from the Nine Gates of Prison to the Super Nine Gates?]

[How did Chen Guan manage to steal everyone's skills? While others were enduring the hardship, he was secretly taking notes.]

Time ticked by amidst the casual chatter in the live chat.

Su Yuehe's breathing became increasingly rapid, her face gradually turned pale, and she bit her lips until they bled.

"Yuehe!" An Changqing stepped forward, about to hand over the potion in his hand.

Su Yuehe raised a hand to stop An Changqing's actions.

"I can do it... I'm just a little short..."

Her voice was weak, but resolute.

Hongyuan scratched her head as she looked at Su Yuehe's unsteady state.

"An Changqing, don't interfere. This is called a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. If you interrupt her now, she'll have wasted these three days."

Hong Yuan could actually understand it quite well. She had been like that before, only the process was a little different.

Hmm, I suddenly feel a little guilty about asking for such a huge sum of money.

Just then, the golden character floating in mid-air shone brightly, then turned into specks of golden light and merged into Su Yuehe's brow.

Su Yuehe swayed and fell backward.

An Changqing quickly caught her, unscrewed a bottle of mental stabilizer, and held it to her lips.

Su Yuehe drank the medicine and let out a long breath.

An Changqing took the empty medicine bottle from her hand.

"Are you feeling better?" An Changqing handed her a bottle of warm water.

"Your mental strength just now almost reached its limit."

Su Yuehe took the warm water and drank a sip; her pale face gradually regained some color.