Ming Tianmei transformed.
Not all at once.
First, her hair.
Each strand shifted from obsidian black to radiant gold, as though forged from condensed sunlight.
Then her eyes followed – deep, endless gold that reflected neither emotion nor mercy.
In that instant, everything about her changed.
She did not become a god.
Nor did she ascend to Immortality.
Yet the aura she exuded was unmistakable, the pressure of something supreme.
Something that stood above Heaven and Earth.
For that fleeting moment, she did not merely wield the Heavens.
She embodied them.
The Heavens' Daughter.
The Chosen One.
A child of Dao itself.
The world responded instinctively.
The air fell silent.
Space trembled.
And as if compelled by something, every demon present collapsed to their knees.
Their bodies shook violently, horror etched into their faces as they found themselves utterly incapable of raising their heads.
To look at her was forbidden.
To resist her was unthinkable.
