The White Ape scratched his head, instinctively wanting to investigate, but ultimately suppressed the impulse. He began practicing the Ape King Stance to divert his attention, though he still kept a bit of focus on Ning Qi's side.
Inside the room.
Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting trace of ancient sorrow and confusion appeared in them, but fortunately, it quickly returned to liveliness.
"The Great Dream Nine Deaths, every time the physical body dies, it's essentially undergoing a cycle of life and death."
"It's not just a transformation of the physical body, but there are advantages I never could have predicted before."
Ning Qi was somewhat amazed at heart.
He estimated the time and knew that seven days had passed. In these seven days, he entered into an extremely magical state.
Unaware and senseless, without feeling, without light.
