Before the Tree of Flesh and Blood, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn wasn't very long, but counting every second as it passed was truly an agonizing wait.
When the thin stick of incense, condensed from white mist, finally burned out, Yang An let out a long sigh.
'Time's up!'
To be on the safe side, he waited a few more seconds in this place where his consciousness was separated before finally pulling his awareness away from the Tree of Flesh and Blood.
When Yang An opened his eyes, he was, as expected, back before the towering Buddha's Golden Body.
A glance around revealed that of the original eleven people, including himself, only four now remained seated on their Lotus Platforms, their Golden Body Illusions still intact.
In contrast, the Golden Body Illusions of the others had vanished. The black-gold Lotus Platforms beneath them seemed to have melted, becoming puddles of twisted, irregular matter that clung to their bodies like black mud.
