Lu Yun usually employed merit for cultivation—the condensed form of goodwill. He normally wouldn’t bother with the insignificant amount of goodwill emanating from his butt.

But now that his connection to the Karmic Tree had been severed, his meridians drained, and the six paths of his nascent spirit almost completely withered away, this tiny hint of goodwill was the sweet rain of life to a parched land.

“Hold on!” Something registered to him. “Six paths of my nascent spirit? My nascent spirit’s gone back to being the six paths?? The Tome of Life and Death is still with me, it didn’t leave…

“So this means I should be in a Hongmeng world… one that’s yet to develop...