In the land of the starry sky, atop the ancient Third Pyramid Altar, a withered, skinny corpse had been seated in the lotus position, dessicated and bone-thin without a trace of flesh – its hair brittle and yellow, hanging down. Its expression was one of calm, sitting cross-legged as if in deep meditation.
Gazing at the dried-up corpse, Ye Chen's eyes widened, his mouth agape, staring blankly at the sight before him with an indescribable shock.
Indeed, this was his body, or to be precise, the body from his past life.
Though it was emaciated, even devoid of any flesh, all dried up, no longer the form of full flesh from the past, he could still sense that familiar origin aura – it was his past life.
