159 Elder Kuzhu

Shi Feiyang once again woke from slumber, opening his eyes to gaze upon the halls around him, looking at each person concerned for his well-being. He let out a long breath.

"I've survived again, that's wonderful."

In truth, each time he fell into unconsciousness was a gamble, although he had arranged everything through predictions beforehand, plans never changed as quickly as they were made. After all, he was not a sage who understood the mysteries of the cosmos, and human calculations could not match those of heaven. There was always some unpredictable element that would emerge. Fortunately, he only fell into unconsciousness for three tochens during the night, and when he awoke at other times, he could always revise his calculations immediately.

His body was increasingly weak, hardly able to maintain human form. There was an itching beneath his skin, muscle pain, and his bones crackled with every move. His temperature fluctuated between hot and cold.