Wang Ye woke up again, the ceiling came into view.
He sat up abruptly, lifted the blanket to look at himself, his body was intact, with no visible scars.
Outside the window, warm sunlight penetrated the glass and covered the bed, yet he felt no warmth at all.
The divine Taiyang is no longer human, and his mind is nearing insanity; he is now a walking celestial calamity.
Wang Ye wanted to commit suicide, so he rolled out of bed with difficulty, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he fell, sprawling onto the floor.
He grabbed the edge of the bed to stand up, feeling around the cabinet, trying to find a sharp object like a fork or a dining knife.
But clearly, the room was cleaned thoroughly, and they had thought of everything, giving him no chance to commit suicide. He crawled to the window, intending to jump out, but found it was sealed by some force, unable to be pushed open.
He sat against the wall, panting from exhaustion.
