In the darkness, Zhong Shenxiu had no idea how long he had sunk into oblivion.
Finally, he seemed to hear a vague call by his side,
"Heavenly List!"
"Heavenly List!"
Like awakening suddenly from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, his body plummeting from high above, he jolted and sat up half-way.
Opening his heavy eyelids, he saw the broken roof above him, the smell of dust and decay lingering in his nostrils, and beside him was an altar with a statue that had the head of a bull and the body of a man, appearing quite bizarre.
'I've transmigrated successfully again!'
'The feeling is not quite like soul-transmigration, but something more fundamental, perhaps it can be called… a speck of innate spiritual essence? The most fundamental true spirit?'
Zhong Shenxiu silently reflected, absorbing the memories of this body.
