Ye Chuqi had never considered that possibility. By the time her memories began, she was an infant in swaddling clothes at the foot of Lush Mountain, where Eldest Senior Brother had found her. San San had awakened even later. Neither of them had any memories of what came before their return to this world.
According to what everyone had told her, she had been born in this world, but her Divine Soul was unstable and she had no awareness of her surroundings. The Light God had intervened and helped her form a contract with Jelous, stabilizing her Divine Soul. Then, just after she left the Light God Temple, before she had even made it out of the Imperial Capital, something had gone wrong.
After that, she had regained consciousness at the foot of Lush Mountain and assumed an accident had transported her from modern society to the Cultivation World.
If that was the truth, then this had all been one enormous misunderstanding.
Ye Chuqi even had a theory about why her Divine Soul had been unstable and she had been unaware of the world around her when she was born here: perhaps her real Divine Soul had still been in another world. That was how novels always worked, after all.
In the mirror, the Light God moved a finger slightly, and the dazzling mass of light trembled. San San, perched on the little sphere, rose into the air and drifted unsteadily toward the mirror.
Then a beam of golden light plunged straight into the little sphere. As though infused with tremendous vitality, it burst into a dazzling glow, and an immense golden phantom enveloped the entire hall.
Behind the golden phantom lay the faint, flickering outline of a space.
The sudden surge of power seemed to tear away the fog