Her disdain came as effortlessly as breathing. It was simply a fact that other beings were fundamentally different, existing on a far lower plane, not even belonging to the same order of life.1

Throughout the boundless span of her existence, she had slain innumerable Aberrant Spirits, divine beings, and Outer Gods. Her emotions had long since grown numb. The faces and names of the fallen had faded into indistinct shadows. 0

All that remained was a certainty that those standing in her way would be killed.0

The memories shared between her unawakened self and Pang Jian were a drop in the ocean compared to the vast tapestry of her ancient memories. Those fleeting moments were hardly worth mentioning. This was why she felt no...0