Forging My Body in Square Inch

The figure was no solid, puppet-like body, only a faint shadow. Its form was so unstable it seemed ready to shatter and vanish at any moment.

"But he did appear inside Square Inch Space. That means..."

"There's a chance I can take him in as a puppet?"

Li Shun's heart leapt.

Shentu Xin's strength was beyond question.

A single glance from him had subdued Jiang Chongguang. No one had been able to stop him from setting Burning Tomb ablaze. He had to be a Celestial Phenomenon Realm powerhouse at the very least.

"If I could gain a puppet like that..."

Li Shun hurried to gather more of the calamity ash drifting down from the sky.

As more ash entered Square Inch Space, Shentu Xin's shadow grew steadier.

But Shentu Xin had already been reduced to countless flecks of ash by the calamity fire that filled the sky. Li Shun could never collect all of him.

So when the colossal golden hands appeared again, tore open the heavens, and turned a page of the Heavenly Man Book,

Shentu Xin's figure in Square Inch Space was not even one-fifth as solid as an ordinary puppet.

The page of the Heavenly Man Book turned, and time flowed backward.

Once more, it was June fifteenth, the day before Burning Tomb.

Fang Xun, whom Jiang Chongguang had blasted to bits, was alive again.

Like everyone else in Imperial Tomb, he seemed wholly unaware that time had reversed.

Inside Square Inch Space, Li Shun stared at Shentu Xin's shadow, lost in thought.

"It worked, but it didn't."

"Perhaps I could call it a half-puppet." Li Shun felt a twinge of regret.

Normally, when Square Inch Space took someone in as a puppet, Li Shun could learn all their memories.

Yet he could not draw a single