In the cold, empty, and deathly silence of the grand tomb, the Sun True Flame flickered like inconspicuous stars in the night sky, quietly burning. At a certain moment, Zhang Chen's Primordial Spirit vanished from the tomb, returning to his physical body in the Material Realm. He sat cross-legged, forming hand seals to absorb the spiritual mechanism between heaven and earth, restoring his strength.
After three full hours, Zhang Chen opened his eyes: "It was a quarter less than the time of one incense stick's burning as I predicted. The mysterious power inside the tomb is turbulent, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, making it hard to estimate accurately."
