Chu Ge finished saying it with a show of ease, and before he could even wait for Qiu Wuji's reaction, his spirit snapped back into his body, leaving him close to total collapse.
After that he stopped caring about anything at all. Whatever the readers made of the climactic plot no longer mattered. For the first time in his life he went and lay down on his bed in broad daylight, and the moment his head touched the pillow he was dead to the world.
This time he had actively used the Heaven-Shaking Earth-Striking Great Art to interfere with the world. Compared with the passive sort of interference from before, the drain was on a completely different order.
Exhausted as he was, he was also exhilarated—not merely at holding a godlike power to shape a world, but, more important, at having actually helped Qiu Wuji.
The unease that had been lodged at the back of his mind all this time was ended for good. Chu Ge slept soundly, filled with the relief of a great stone lifted from his chest.