When Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the bamboo-thatched roof of a small hut.
He lay on a bed, warm waves washing over his body.
The burning sensation on his skin had long since vanished, but the strange feeling of being soaked in some kind of spirit liquid still churned in his mind.
Along with that came the awareness of a change in his body.
He felt light as air; every pore freely absorbing spiritual energy.
The qi sea inside him had disappeared and, in its place, a set of crystalline, jade-like bones had taken shape — immortal bones.
The ascension ritual had been completed.
No need to guess: he had been soaked on the Ascension Platform, and then Elder White Bone had taken him away.
Had they crossed through time again? Was this place now closer to the present world?
Images of those seven or eight figures being smashed by heaven’s punishment flashed through Wang Jixuan’s mind, and a bitter smile tugged at his mouth.
Well, this was done now — it seemed there would be no ceasefire between him and the Heavenly Dao.
“Master Uncle… ah…” He sighed softly.
Slowly he rose from the bed and opened his eyes properly.
What he saw was a scene of peace.