Her Dantian was vast and boundless. Even though it had not been cultivated, everyone knew she was a peerless prodigy.
Her soul's concentration far exceeded that of ordinary people, many times more potent.
She often awoke from dreams, having seen incredible, unbelievable scenes.
When she occasionally spoke, her voice would carry a resonance akin to a god preaching; any cultivator who heard it would feel as though they had experienced a profound awakening.
All who saw Zi Ji would say one thing: "A girl like this should only exist in the heavens."
Therefore, the seniors of the Martial God lineage came here.
The contemporary Saintess of Tianxuan Holy Land also made the distant journey.
But Zi Ji remained unmoved, still shaking her head.
Why?
No one knew.
When she was a young child, at the age of three, her mother had left behind a final letter meant for the Emperor. What no one knew was that there was a second missive.
