A hand crawled out.
Yes, just a human hand, with a roasted, meat-scented leather sword bag hanging from the arm, scrabbling on the ground with fingers, hunching forward like a bizarre hermit crab.
This was Chen Xuantian's last avatar, formed through the Netherworld Spring and the Ten-clawed Octopus drone.
And so it crawled all the way out from the Sword Array, from the Tao Domain, from the dream of the Void, back to the real world...
...
But really, is this truly the real world?
Could it be another, even larger dream, within the Void...
"Flap, flap,"
Then a winged handheld console flew over, tossed a crystal battery into the hand's palm, landed on the arm, completing the integration.
Thus the Netherworld Spring rolled and boiled, surrounding the truncated corner octahedron, merging again shakily, transforming into a bone-thin human figure draped in black gauze.
