Li Chen'an wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt a thousand pounds heavy. He could only barely sense the air around him. It didn't smell of hospital disinfectant, but of elegant sandalwood and a faint, woodsy spiritual energy. Each breath brought a trace of warmth to his withered body.
He tried to move, only to find his limbs slender and soft. For now, he couldn't make a sound, so to anyone else, all that came out was a baby's cry.
“Did I... become a baby?” He was stunned for a long while before finally realizing what had happened: he, a fan of cultivation novels from the twenty-first century, had transmigrated!
