No one knew how much time had passed. The people trapped in the illusion heard a Buddhist chant ring in their ears, like the tolling of a temple bell at dusk and dawn, and instantly came to their senses, waking from the illusion.
As soon as Luo Yunji awoke, he swept his gaze around. The moment he spotted the Corpse-Yin Wood statue, he snatched the Mountain and River Fan from He Dazhi's hand and rushed over, taking the statue inside.
After He Dazhi and the others awoke, their faces were full of confusion. They hadn't realized they'd been trapped in an illusion; they thought they'd merely been dazed for a moment. But when they saw the grave expression on Luo Yunji's face, they knew something was wrong.
After Luo Yunji explained, they finally learned they'd just skirted the edge of death.
Song Daren led his junior brothers in bowing to Daoyan. "Thank you, Master, for saving our lives."
Daoyan returned the bow and slowly shook his head.
The others didn't notice, but He Dazhi saw the unusual expression on Daoyan's face.
Just then, Wuluo's spirit suddenly emerged from the Ghost Umbrella and looked at Luo Yunji, hoping to ask for the Corpse-Yin Wood.
"You want to use it to nourish your own corpse?" Luo Yunji looked at Wuluo with deep suspicion, unable to help wondering about it.
"I've spent my whole life searching for Corpse-Yin Wood, yet never once laid eyes on even a speck. And now, here you are with such a huge piece." Wuluo couldn't help marveling at Luo Yunji's good fortune.
"Corpse-Yin Wood forms from corpses, and in the end, returns to corpses. The Great Calamity is upon us. I want to refine my own corpse into a Zombie Body!" Wuluo looked at Luo Yunji and spoke