"Hah… ugh… fuck…"
In an inconspicuous, dimly lit cottage with cracked wooden walls and a faint smell of smoke, Zhiran woke up, gasping for breath, sweat soaking his hair and clothes.
The cottage was utterly ordinary; besides a futon placed at the center, there wasn't even a mouse anywhere.
"...Where am I?"
Finding himself in such an ordinary yet familiar room, all alive, Zhiran shouted in shock.
"Wait… is this my hand?"
Then, when he saw his hand and his body, he was even more shocked, as they felt far too young for his age.
"And my realm… I am only at the Third Stage of Qi Condensation?"
Dropping the realm directly from the Early Stage of Gold Core to the early stage of Qi Condensation, this might be what people call falling from heaven to hell.
The feeling of weakness was one hell of an experience.
Everything was so bizarre that, for a moment, Zhiran thought he was hallucinating. He even wondered if maybe this was an effect of the afterlife.
