It actually wasn't as disgusting as Li Pan had imagined. The moment he lay down in the coffin, the silver nematodes surged in, entering his body through every pore, blood vessel, and the orifices of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, linking up with his neural endings. It felt as though he had been thrown into an iron maiden and impaled.
But the process wasn't very painful—well, relatively speaking, it didn't really hurt that much. At least it was far less intense than the earlier burning and scalding, the whole body's flesh rotting away, and spurting blood—by comparison, this was absolutely a breeze. Li Pan even found the sensation rather cool and gentle, and surprisingly comfortable. Maybe after so much abuse one could really get addicted... cough cough...
Thus, the link was instantaneously established. Pharaoh. Li Pan, activate!
Then he saw an Earth unlike any he had ever seen.
