When Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of a bamboo house.
He lay on a bed, waves of warmth flowing through his body. The burning sensation in his skin had long since vanished, yet the strange feeling of having been soaked in some kind of Spiritual Fluid still churned through his mind.
Along with it, Wang Jixuan had already sensed the changes in his body.
His whole body felt weightless. Every pore freely absorbed spiritual energy. The qi sea within him had vanished, replaced by a set of crystalline jade bones. This was an Immortal Bone.
The ascension ritual had been completed.
There was no need to think about it. He must have soaked in the Ascension Platform before Senior Bones took him away.
Had he crossed through time again?
Was this place closer to the present era?
The sight of those seven or eight figures being shattered by heavenly punishment flashed before Wang Jixuan's eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Well, that was that. He and the Heavenly Dao were locked in a Never-ending Battle now.
"Martial Uncle... sigh..."
A half-formed sigh.
Wang Jixuan slowly sat up from the bed and gradually opened his eyes.
A peaceful scene met his gaze.
Outside the window, the bamboo forest swayed gently in the breeze, moving just lightly enough not to make any noticeable noise.
Sheets of paper lay spread across the writing desk by the window, while the ground ink gave off a faint fragrance.
His Storage Magic Treasures sat on the desk, each retaining a faint floral scent. The main stone slab of Second Base had been removed, and now floated amid the bamboo forest.
There seemed to be a village beyond the bamboo grove.
With a thought from Wang Jixuan, his Immortal Sense