Shawn definitely did something at the deepest part of the sea of consciousness!
No one knows how much time has passed.
Shawn slowly opened his eyes. He felt himself with eyes closed for a moment; the mysterious knowledge in his brain was very stable, still protecting his brain, as if it were protecting its territory, preventing the hate sludge from further invasion. His heart was beating slowly but powerfully; the hate sludge had reshaped his heart, providing unprecedented life force, like a nuclear-powered engine, directly elevating his constitution and regeneration to a level far beyond other Transcendents.
"Planetary awareness!..."
Shawn gently landed, and the next second, he furrowed his brows and murmured: "Aemon's presence?"
"Has he been here?"
