On the altar, the light receded like a tide.
Jeming slowly opened his eyes.
A thousand-meter giant of dark gold sat cross-legged at the center of the altar.
"Phew... I'm back."
As his Dharma form began to shine again, Jeming's consciousness fully awakened.
With a thought, his Dharma body started to contract.
The dark golden light collapsed inward, and the thousand-meter-high body, as if compressed by an invisible force, finally transformed into a beam of golden light merging into his human form.
Standing on the altar in his normal form, Jeming stretched his neck.
Everything around seemed unchanged, so he habitually checked his biological clock.
Then, Jeming was stunned.
"...How long?"
He sensed it again.
Three hundred years.
To be exact, three hundred and two years, one month, and ten days.
Jeming blinked, finding it hard to accept at the moment.
