Dragon Hill Fertile Soil Mystic Realm, the designated evolution ritual platform of Tian Yuan Territory.
Sophia sat there in a black dress, resembling a blooming black water lily.
But her heart was far from tranquil.
"As long as the thoughts and desires in our hearts are strong enough, a miracle will definitely happen."
Would she maintain the same sufficiently strong thoughts as the Lord, allowing the miracle to bloom?
No, no.
That wasn't the key.
Clearly, the Lord was attempting a brand-new method of evolution, and she herself was the most crucial link in it.
"Sophia, Sophia, you absolutely cannot mess this up."
She took three consecutive deep breaths, forcing herself to enter a state of calm.
A moment later, her eyes had already grown tranquil, as deep as black agate.
She made an OK gesture.
The radiance of Evolution Miracle blossomed from her body, forming a blazing white pillar of light that surged into the clouds.
Within the light, Sophia recalled her past life. The conviction in her heart gradually strengthened.
"Flap, flap—"
The mud-covered girl raised her head blankly and saw a crow on the wall not far away flapping its wings and flying elsewhere.
The girl touched herself. Beneath the wide sleeves, she could vaguely feel sharp, hard protrusions on her arms.
"A crow."
"I see crows every day. As expected of me."
The girl mocked herself.
Crows were symbols of ill omen, and so was she.
"But it doesn't matter. If I'm the only one left, I won't have to worry about spreading misfortune to anyone else, right?"
Dragging her exhausted body, she continued toward the uninhabited wilderness.
Within the woods.
The black-haired girl wore a black robe. It was extremely tattered, and her entire body was dust-covered, yet she held herself perfectly straight.