Westheid's consciousness faded the moment he fell back to earth. Before it did, however, he had instinctively restored the disintegrating bodies of Wan Qi and the others. It was the first and last thing he did during his Ascension.
An endless weight then enveloped him, and the transcendent feeling of Ascension was instantly cut short.
When Westheid awoke again, he found himself wrapped in a warm, comfortable duvet. Drawing on his memories, he could tell this seemed to be his bed in the Su Yue estate. In the past, he had held countless orgies on this massive bed; he couldn't have been more familiar with it.
The scene that then met his eyes confirmed his suspicions. The decor was warm and elegant, with a strong natural style—clearly the handiwork of the Pure Holy Spirit.
'I'm back in Su Yue, huh? What's going on?'
