Although this thorn grass body had reached the two-star professional level, its foundation was ultimately weak and its starting point far too low. Its lifespan had always been short, at most no more than one hundred and twenty years.
Now that a century had passed, this body was already running on empty, with little time left to live.
Thus, Lin Yi felt no regret whatsoever about voluntarily abandoning this reincarnation. On the contrary, he felt that the timing was just right.
With a thought, he severed his connection to the dream. Lin Yi's consciousness, carrying his soul, swiftly returned to its proper place. When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting steadily in the Seclusion Chamber of the Steward's Residence. The faint fragrance of tea around him was incomparably real.
The more than one hundred years he had spent as thorn grass now seemed like nothing more than a dream.
Yet it had been far too real. Lin Yi sat cross-legged and drank tea for a long time before the discomfort finally eased.
With another thought, Lin Yi stepped directly into the Small World within his body.
High in the void, the Bronze Coffin floated silently. Dense deathly aura and wisps of vitality coiled around its surface, making it appear ever more mysterious.
The coffin seemed to sense his presence and immediately began to tremble slowly. The Transforming Corpse within gradually awakened, and a hoarse, low voice passed through the heavy coffin lid. "I have called for thee often of late, yet thou never answered. What was the reason?"
Lin Yi naturally knew full well about the Transforming Corpse's repeated calls.
However, after it had devoured that incomplete late Emperor Realm body last time, the Source Qi leaking from the coffin had grown increasingly dense. Its strength showed faint