The Underworld River surged mightily and without end in its depths, a small shabby shrine full of cracks shone like a jellyfish in the water, landing in the palm of the Avatar of Incense, gradually merging with it.
A faint Soul Power immediately filled the Avatar of Incense's body, making its weary and ethereal form slightly more substantial and refined.
Chen Dengming's three souls and seven spirits, which were severely damaged and nearly dissipated, gradually took up residence within the Avatar of Incense's body and merged with its consciousness.
But soon, a strong sense of fatigue came crashing in.
Before Chen Dengming's consciousness could clear up a bit, it fell into a deep sleep.
