After an unknown amount of time, the shattered fragments of Xiao Chen's soul reassembled in the darkness, reforming his intact soul. Not only that, but his senses gradually returned to awareness. His soul simultaneously returned to his body, but he showed no sign of consciousness yet.
While the burly figure had vanished without a trace in his mind, the residual killing intent did not dissipate with it. Feeling the very faint will that lingered in his mind, Xiao Chen felt that his senses had been magnified countless times, becoming extremely subtle. Those previously unfathomable atmospheres were flashing briefly in his mind.
Xiao Chen did not have a body in the world inside his mind. However, in the real world, he was still sitting motionless on the bed. Even his breathing and heartbeat had slowed down, leaving his entire body almost still.