An old Daoist was meditating in the dark hall. He couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard the ancient bell ring.
"Eh? Another Chaotic Physique is born?"
Surprised, the old Daoist pinched his fingers to deduce, then his expression turned strange.
"How did this kid obtain the Chaotic Physique? The source of his soul doesn't come from the Chaos," the old Daoist muttered to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he found it strange.
He shook his head and laughed. He stopped thinking and closed his eyes again.
The bell still echoed in the hall. It was long and ancient, as if time had silently passed without a trace.
…
Han Jue had a dream.
He dreamed that when he woke up, he was still at home on Earth in his previous life. He was dizzy and confused.
His phone suddenly rang. It was the doctor saying that there was a misdiagnosis.
However, for some reason, Han Jue was not happy.