To say that after experiencing transcendent power, she would still willingly remain an ordinary person—that would naturally be a lie.
But the reason humans were human was never merely because they possessed wisdom. Beyond wisdom, there were many more things.
As for the enormous gap between her, a mere novice witch, and Xia Bai—
It was no longer a problem now.
And the reason was that the one she had contracted with was the Ancient One, Red Lotus King.
Some time ago, the Era Tree had made preparations upon her.
The Era Tree represented the positive forces of history. They were divided into eight kinds: courage, friendship, knowledge, sincerity, innocence, faith, hope, and light. Fusing these eight powers together, supplemented by the power of the heart, created the ultimate miracle.
For tens of millions of years, the Era Tree had never ceased its exploration of positive power.
Now, it had even developed a magical ritual capable of creating the power of pseudo-miracles.
It could be said that she now bore the power of all eight great marks. Though each was only partial, and could not compare to the complete marks bestowed by the Era Tree's Eight Pillars, a miracle was still a miracle. Even with the word "pseudo" attached, it could still bring forth miracles.
Of course, Red Lotus King was not the Era Tree's final trump card. That final trump card was meant to be saved for dealing with the Revelation Saint King.
The witches of the Era Tree knew full well just how terrifying the Revelation Saint King was.
"Proof of Miracle, miracle descend!"
Shen Qiu stepped out from the crowd. The mark on the back of her hand shot into the sky, sketching an incomparably intricate magic formation above her head. Then she leaped from the ground