Once the phoenix's essence soul had been absorbed by the black speck behind Zhang Xiaohua's head, its 132 million pieces of flesh and blood were controlled by Zhang Xiaohua's bones and golden threads, gradually swelling, gradually filling out. A... Zhang Xiaohua was slowly formed anew!
There were no years to mark within chaos, nor was time known within the void. Who knew how long had passed? The cocoon-like starlight slowly faded, and a brand-new Zhang Xiaohua was reborn once more. Beneath the skin all over his body, a faint fiery red shimmered in and out of sight. When Zhang Xiaohua suddenly opened his eyes, two incomparably brilliant flames flashed through them and vanished!
"Eh? This..." Zhang Xiaohua came to himself and seemed to recall what had happened the night before. He stretched out his hands, looked at his unscathed palms, then lowered his head to look!
"Ah!" With a startled cry, springtime splendor spilled forth! Not a single thread covered his body!
Carefully covering his vital parts, Zhang Xiaohua turned his head and looked around.
"Where is this? Last night... hadn't I reached a depression in the wasteland? Why... does this seem like the void Senior Huan spoke of? There's nothing here! I can't see anything?" Zhang Xiaohua looked astonished as he surveyed above, below, left, and right.
"Under my feet... it still seems the same as before, like a basin. Could it be... I'm still inside that depression?" Zhang Xiaohua somewhat recalled the sensation from before he fainted the night before and thought, But... where did the wasteland go?
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua was greatly alarmed, cold sweat nearly breaking out over his back. Could it be... the entire wasteland was an illusion array? Those flying snakes, bulls, and hedgehogs I encountered yesterday were all things within the illusion?
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