Shen Zheqi opened his eyes, a sharp, piercing pain coursed through him, causing him to grunt softly.
The severe injury was real.
The impending death was real too.
But he couldn't die just yet.
He must not die!
Gathering all his spiritual power, Shen Zheqi fixed his gaze intensely on his own palm.
Again, and again.
He didn't know how long he tried, long enough that the eyes staring at his hand began to feel somewhat sore.
Finally, his fingers twitched slightly.
A hint of joy appeared in Shen Zheqi's eyes.
He shifted his gaze to the empty space beside him, his voice, faint as a mosquito's buzz, could only be heard by himself.
"He... Telepathy..."
As his weakened hand rose, a string of Buddha beads materialized, spinning and emitting radiant light.
In the glow, a door opened in front of Shen Zheqi.
When his hand touched that door, he transformed into a golden light, merged into the door, and vanished without a trace!
This place is... a dream.
