The enormous, decayed corporeal "chrysalis" that had bound him completely disintegrated under the pure, vast power of Immortal Power, crumbling and vanishing like a sandcastle!
"Boom!"
The black cocoon enveloping Xiao Jie suddenly exploded! Fragments of the chrysalis and desiccated bones splattered across the narrow living room.
Xiao Jie slowly opened his eyes.
What met his eyes was no longer the broken dome of the stone hall at Qixia Temple, nor the luxurious, transcendent scenery of Taixu Hall.
Instead, it was the familiar yet strange ceiling of his own living room, with the icy touch of the computer chair beneath him.
A sudden clarity rose within his heart like a clear spring, instantly connecting all; those faded and blurred memories became completely vivid.
It was as if everything in reality had only happened moments ago, except for the fifty or more years of memories in his mind, reminding him that it wasn't a vague dream.
