Alone, Mu Zi sat with her knees drawn up and looked out over this space.
The Divine Object Refined from Eight Ancestral Symbols possessed many mysterious aspects. Eight kinds of power cycled through one another, endlessly renewing, containing profound mysteries.
Earlier, to help Mu Zi escape pursuit, Lin Dong had self-destructed the Space Ancestral Symbol and torn open the void.
With the source of one Ancestral Symbol damaged, the Eight Ancestral Glazed Bowl had developed a flaw and was no longer as perfect as before. In particular, the missing piece was the Ancestral Symbol that controlled spatial power, and this clearly affected the inner space of the divine object.
The current Eight Ancestral Glazed Bowl was like a drafty house. The hole in the wall had been barely blocked by Lin Dong with his power, but that was only a stopgap. Only by nurturing a new Space Ancestral Symbol could it be completely repaired.
Looking at the slightly desolate space before her, Mu Zi could not help gently knitting her delicate brows. For the next while, this place would be her temporary residence, so she still had to treat it properly.
"Let's try."
Letting out a soft breath, a hint of seriousness flashed through Mu Zi's eyes. Then she opened her palm and sensed with all her heart, as if trying to awaken the power sleeping within her body.
Crackle. Crackle!
Along with a ripple, above Mu Zi's fair, tender palm, a point of silver light began to flicker on and off. The silver light was extremely unstable, as if it had nothing to rely on and might go out at any moment.
Mu Zi loosely clenched her hand, her gaze extremely focused as she did her utmost to control that wisp of spatial power.
If Mu Zi had still