From being a person, to becoming a sphere.
This experience wasn't exactly good for Zhang Wen, but it wasn't entirely bad either. At least he survived from the mouth of that strange tree.
Being alive, keeping his life; that was enough.
With this in mind, Zhang Wen lay in this bizarre forest for another day before finally regenerating flesh and gaining a little mobility.
"This damned ghostly forest!"
Whether his Tao practice stored in the Great Tao ran out, or the distance from the Cosmic Realm to the Celestial Profound Realm was too far, anyway, when Zhang Wen's body recovered to about seventy percent, he was faced with a reality he didn't want to, nor dare to confront.
His Nirvana reserves were depleted!
"I..."
