In the darkness, Gao Xuan sensed no one around him and only then did he open his eyes.
His spiritual power was still unable to extend outward, and undoubtedly, this body was not his either.
The trial of the Nine-Revolutions Divine Cicada was not over yet.
This time, Gao Xuan discovered his spiritual power was even more restricted, to the point he couldn't even perceive his own state.
Gao Xuan sat up and stretched out his hands towards the window.
The paper-covered window was very dim, with only a few rays of daylight leaking through the gaps, allowing him to see his own hands.
The hands were long and slender, with rough calluses on the palms and fingertips, and black dirt under the nails, clearly the hands of someone who did manual labor.
However, this body seemed quite young.
Gao Xuan could feel the vigorous vitality within him, and when he touched his face, he assumed he wasn't too ugly. He also felt something below, confirming he was still a man.
