First, it was peeled away, layer by layer, and then decomposed into countless lines. Like innumerable fine threads descending from the sky, they draped over Yang An's body. Then, these lines dissolved into countless particles and merged into him.
His body began to expand, as if being inflated. His form grew rapidly, becoming massive and bloated.
But Yang An was enjoying every moment. All the pain he'd felt before had vanished. Now, he was like a joyful fish swimming freely in a warm river, completely in his element.
Time ticked by, second by second. He didn't know how long had passed; Yang An had completely lost his sense of time.
His consciousness slowly returned, settling back into his body. He then gradually opened his eyes.
But upon seeing what was before him, a look of surprise still crossed his face.
