The searing incense wrapped itself around Zhang Fan's primordial spirit. The latter shrank abruptly into a tight sphere, the firelight wavering, incense fragrance surging, as if to dissolve him, making him an offering to the Immortal Gods.
Thump, thump... Thump, thump...
At this moment, a strange fluctuation emanated from within the mass of incense, like the beating of a heart, vigorous and mysterious.
In the next instant, a layer of primordial light rose up, shrouded in undying radiance.
One layer...
Two layers...
Three layers...
The triple primordial light grew ever grander, the strange pulse growing stronger, like breaths drawn and exhaled, now gnawing at the cluster of incense.
Buzz...
The crimson incense split open like a silken cocoon, revealing Zhang Fan's primordial spirit.
In this moment, he resembled a clay figure in a temple, sitting cross-legged and unmoving, greedily devouring mouthfuls of incense vapor.
