"You have talent, will, cultivation, and means. Yet before the Divine Lord, all of these are worth nothing."
"What the Divine Lord requires is simply the single word 'faith'... It is not to say that you 'do not believe', you merely lack humility."
"The 'I' in your heart is far too intense. If you were truly a cultivator, that would be one thing, but since you are a devotee, where does that leave the Divine Lord?"
"You are good at communicating with the Divine Lord and have won the Divine Lord's favor and deep affection. Yet you are like a dog or a cat fawning on its master—how easily their moods shift between pleasure and displeasure. Have you not seen the cautionary tale of the jade wolf fox beneath the Sky Rift Valley?"
Fawning on a master like a dog or a cat? In their eyes, was her status truly like this?
What had she discarded her dignity as a cultivator for, joining the sect? Right, Wen Shifei had killed her useless older brother and sought to take her life. Out of utter helplessness, she had thrown herself into the Rakshasa Sect. She had merely wanted to stay alive... Strange, why had she forgotten?
In a daze, that small, exquisite, yet poised and serene female cultivator spoke in her ear: "Human desires are a bottomless pit. You have come to this end solely because you overestimated your capabilities and wanted too much. Now, the Divine Lord grants you one more opportunity, so long as you understand what it is you truly need, and what you must be willing to let go!"
I want... I want longevity, I want authority, I want the power to dictate the life and death of others!
Like thunder rumbling in her ears, or lightning tearing