Interpretation

Inside the thermal glass, Yin Chen's hands gently clasped together.

The massive double-bladed axe slowly took shape in midair, its deep-sea dark gold surface covered with a layer of cold, sharp blue light.

Hong Yuan slapped the glass impatiently, "Yes, yes, yes, this curve is simply perfect. Make the axe handle two inches thicker for me, otherwise I'm afraid it won't have enough punch when I swing it."

Yin Chen sighed; truly lacking in aesthetic taste.

However, as you wish.

A whirlwind supported the fully formed double-bladed axe as it slowly descended onto the operating table.

Yin Chen withdrew his spiritual energy, the hem of his white windbreaker falling gently.

He pushed open the glass door, and a bone-piercing chill surged out through the gap.

Chen Guan sat in a chair, reaching out to stroke the black panther at his feet, looking at the double-bladed axe.

Hong Yuan rushed in and grabbed the double-bladed axe, which weighed over a hundred pounds. She swung it around twice in the air, stirring up a dull whistling of the wind.

"So heavy, but the feel is absolutely amazing." Hong Yuan laughed in satisfaction, "Yin Chen, I'll admit you have some skills."

Hearing this, Yin Chen let out a smug hum.

The rest of the time passed quickly.

In the afternoon, Hong Yuan's dorm room was crowded with people.

The originally not-so-spacious single dormitory seemed even more cramped because of the large pile of equipment An Changqing had brought over.

Su Yuehe sat in the chair right in the middle. Today she wore a loose white knit sweater, her long hair neatly coiled at the back of her head. Although her face had regained its rosy complexion, the stubbornness in her eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest.

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

"Yuehe, these are the highest purity mental stabilizers and blood recovery liquids."

"Later, as soon as I notice your mental fluctuations exceeding the safe threshold, I will forcefully terminate the process," An Changqing said seriously.

Su Yuehe nodded. "Changqing, I know what I'm doing. You don't need to be so nervous. Over the past three days, I have repeatedly simulated the impact from that time. I am mentally prepared and won't be as miserable as last time."

Hong Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, holding an apple in her hand and munching on it with a crunching sound.

The Tongxuan Turtle was placed on her lap, slowly pulling its head in, trying to pretend it was a rock.

Chen Guan stood by the window, arms crossed, his gaze falling on the Tongxuan Turtle's shell.

He naturally didn't come today just to watch the show.

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

Because the Black Wind Civilization also belonged to the ancient civilizations. Since he had some kind of connection with the Black Wind Civilization, it wouldn't hurt to learn a bit in advance.

They were all ancient texts; they must have something in common.

Yin Chen had also come. He still maintained that unhurried demeanor, standing next to Chen Guan, playing with a short staff inlaid with frost crystals in his hand.

It was obviously just modified, and he was casually showing it off right now.

Hong Yuan threw the leftover apple core into the trash can and reached out to knock on the Tongxuan Turtle's shell.

"Did you hear that, good turtle? Stop playing dead and do that glowing word you released a few days ago again. Don't force me to use my new axe to crack your back."

The Tongxuan Turtle aggrievedly poked out half of its head, its two mung-bean-sized eyes filled with resistance.

As a knowledge-type demonic beast, it was originally used by Instructor Jing as a library. Who knew that falling into this person's hands, it would not only be used as a bargaining chip but also face the threat of physical force.

It glanced at the people around and sighed in resignation.

Hong Yuan extended a finger and tapped the Tongxuan Turtle on the head.

"Hurry up."

A good turtle is bullied by people.

The Tongxuan Turtle accepted its fate, and complex patterns began to emerge on its shell.

A speck of golden light lit up from the center of the patterns and gradually spread outwards.

The air in the entire dorm room became heavy.

Yin Chen immediately waved the short staff in his hand, and a faint blue frost barrier rose against the walls, sealing this heavy pressure within the narrow space.

An Changqing's fingers tightly squeezed the potion bottle, not daring to take his eyes off Su Yuehe for a moment.

Su Yuehe straightened her back, staring unblinkingly at the Tongxuan Turtle.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, and an ancient, complex character took shape in the light, floating above the Tongxuan Turtle.

This character seemed to have a life of its own. As soon as it appeared, it radiated outwards with a massive stream of information.

Su Yuehe closed her eyes, her brows gradually furrowing, and fine beads of sweat seeped out on her forehead.

That stream of information was like a broken dam, washing over her mental world.

She bit her lip tightly, trying hard to capture the true meaning of that character within the torrent of information.

Chen Guan stood by the window; he was similarly impacted by that stream of information.

But he did not resist. Instead, he let those golden lights reflect in his eyes. His Tier 6 strength made this level of mental impact completely bearable for him.

The moment the golden character caught his eye, the scene he had previously seen in the Withered Source Stone once again surfaced in Chen Guan's mind.

A dim sky, cracked earth, and fierce winds whipping up black dust.

That magnificent black altar appeared again, and the coffin on the altar seemed incredibly clear.

And at this moment, that golden ancient demonic rune was floating above the altar, emitting a faint light.

Chen Guan's gaze shifted.

These two things were indeed products of the same civilization.

However, why was his coffin also from that era?

The bullet comments on his retina began to scroll.

[The ancient demonic rune appears again, is Su going to level up?]

[Is she going to evolve from the imprisoned Nine Gates to the super Nine Gates?]

[How is this Chen Guan stealing skills? While others are taking it head-on, he's secretly taking notes here.]

Amidst the idle chatter of the bullet comments, time ticked by, minute by minute.

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

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

Su Yuehe raised a hand, stopping An Changqing's movement.

"I can do it... I'm just a little bit away..."

Her voice was weak but filled with determination.

Hong Yuan looked at Su Yuehe's tottering appearance and scratched her head.

"An Changqing, don't blindly interfere. This is called breaking out of the cocoon to become a butterfly. If you interrupt her now, her three days of waiting will be in vain."

Hong Yuan could actually understand quite well. Before this, she was like this too, just with a slightly different process.

Hmm, she suddenly felt a little guilty for demanding such an exorbitant price.

Right at this moment, the golden character suspended in midair burst into brilliant light, then transformed into specks of golden light and merged into Su Yuehe's glabella.

Su Yuehe's body swayed, and she fell backward.

An Changqing quickly caught her with sharp eyes and swift hands, rapidly unscrewing a bottle of mental stabilizer and bringing it to her lips.

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

The empty potion bottle in her hand was taken by An Changqing.

"Feeling any better?" An Changqing handed her a bottle of warm water.

"Just now, your mental energy almost reached the critical point."

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