His Return (1)

And so it happened—before Li Yang figured out what had happened, his entire self arrived into another place without any trouble at all. While he expected himself to be disintegrated or turned into dust… the opposite had actually happened.

The Goddess may have told him that she never wished to see his face, but instead of actually killing him off… he was still alive. The ache of the Goddess grabbing his face like he was nothing more but a piece of toy still lingered in his cheeks and jaw.

But he really was fine.

Unless he died.

Li Yang studied his hands and didn't find it having an ethereal or ephemeral sensation at all. He flexed his fingers in front of him and felt the way that his wrist relaxed now that the sword he used was even gone after using it to stab the Goddess. 

"Unbelievable."