After hanging up the sign to refuse visitors during closed cultivation, Zhang Ze placed a tray of spiritual incense on the table.
A coil of incense that stretched out to over ten meters in length.
Bought from the night market, it was said to burn for half a month. He took it out now to keep track of time, to avoid losing track as he did last time after his closed cultivation ended.
Lighting the incense coil, Zhang Ze took a deep breath.
The scent was not bad, a hint of chrysanthemum.
Re-entering the gray and desolate trial space of the system, Zhang Ze sat cross-legged. At this point, his self-created stitch-heart method had been deduced to the realm of two hundred and thirty breaths.
Zhang Ze closed his eyes and continued deducing. After a small attempt to incorporate a flavor of Dragon Tiger Mountain, he experienced a new way to die.
It was a soul-out-of-body, a rather unique death. Zhang Ze felt half of his divine soul being pulled out, then torn into two.
