Ice-cold mud submerged the body.
An intensely strong scent of earth assaulted the nostrils.
When Li Muyang opened his eyes, he found only pitch darkness, not a hint of light to be seen.
And a weight, extremely heavy, pressed upon his face and body.
After a slight struggle, he confirmed that what was pressing on his face and body was soil.
"…It really is a corpse."
"A buried corpse at that."
Li Muyang murmured to himself.
He wasn't surprised by this situation; after all, the system had made it clear from the start that this was about inhabiting a corpse, bringing back a soul to a dead body.
Lying calmly in the cold earth, Li Muyang's Primordial Spirit gradually fused with this icy corpse.
And as the soul merged with the body, the originally cold and stiff corpse began to show signs of revival.
Within the slender chest, the sound of a heartbeat began to emerge.
Subsequently, Li Muyang felt Mana circulating within his Dantian.