Not far from the Aoyin tribe the group was dealing with, a figure was walking along.
Was that a human?
Probably. She was a beautiful woman with lovely chestnut-brown hair and pretty brown eyes.
Yet there was no reason in those eyes, only the most basic awareness. No intelligence, no humanity.
She was a fairy that existed solely to seek nourishment, a terminal used by the Inner Sea of the Planet to manage the surface. Yet over the long passage of time, she had acquired human form and obtained a physical body.
In other words—a incarnated fairy.
Her eyes had recorded many things, and her mind held countless memories.
But no one—no one had ever truly been willing to accept her. All this time, she had wandered this land as a fairy without a self.
Without a self, she had once lingered in the Central Plains. She had witnessed Shang's glory and Shang's fall. She had seen the legend of the Investiture of the Gods, yet had never taken part in it because she possessed no self.
She was still a fairy without a self, still wandering aimlessly across this land like a lonely ghost with nowhere to rely on, like an untethered little boat. She merely pursued the most basic nourishment and energy, roaming the surface while seeking fortune and avoiding disaster.
At some point, she had left the great formation of the Central Plains, climbed onto the plateau, and wandered its heights to hunt.
Then, she caught the scent of blood—the scent of nourishment.
Normally, she wandered while killing the creatures around her, extracting their energy to sustain herself, just as she had done with the Qiang tribe before.
In her eyes, all living creatures were energy. There was no distinction between high and low.
When there were