Zhao Sheng awoke from unconsciousness without immediately opening his eyes.
The surroundings were very quiet, with a faint fragrance lingering in the air, somewhat like sandalwood with a hint of rouge scent.
"I'm not dead?"
With a hint of doubt in his heart, Zhao Sheng quietly opened his eyes. What he saw were cloth drapes, carved railings, embroidered quilts, and by the bedside, a young girl with her hair styled in two buns.
It turned out he was lying in bed. He raised his arm and put it in front of his eyes, seeing a fair, delicate hand that was completely unfamiliar and definitely not his own.
"Have I transmigrated? Or perhaps... seized someone else's body."
With these thoughts, Zhao Sheng suddenly sat up in bed, feeling the weakness and powerlessness of this body, he couldn't help but be both shocked and doubtful.
The originally invincible True Body was gone?
Not only that, but he also couldn't sense even a trace of the Primordial Spirit.
