A Letter

Wang Qi poked the little girl's face in front of him with a finger. It was very soft, with the relatively thick subcutaneous fat common to human infants. At the moment of contact, Wang Qi's spiritual sense swiftly poured into it. Mi had not yet taken possession of this Divine Body, so for now, this body was merely an ownerless mortal object. There was no special power within it, much less Mi's innate life essence as a saint. Wang Qi's spiritual sense passed through this Divine Body with great ease.

Mm, human. Whether at the cellular level or on a more macroscopic scale, it was human through and through.

Its internal organs and meridians were both quite mature. The spiritual power field within was stable, its divine treasure hidden within. All its major organs were flawless as well. If Mi, whose true body was a microorganism, had not been fundamentally incapable of producing gametes, she could even accomplish everything a human woman could.

Unless an expert in the Path of Living Beings, or a high-level cultivator proficient in topology, dismantled the original bloodline patterns within those cells into Double Helix chains and examined them segment by segment, no one would even be able to tell that this body was not human.

Wang Qi had wanted to marvel a little more. Then Mi mercilessly slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Strictly speaking, this is still just a body without a soul. By the Immortal Alliance's standards, it wouldn't be excessive to call it an object." Wang Qi rubbed his palm. Mi's phantom was composed entirely of spiritual power, and that slap had not been weak. He asked, "Come to think of it, why did you send this body to me?"

Mi had always wanted a body as stable as a