If you wanted to know whether the Priestess had a hard life, who knew best? Naturally, she herself did.
The Priestess held the highest status in the Galaxy Alliance and was revered by the world. She did not need to perform blessings or anything of the sort, only occasionally attend certain important occasions. She could even choose when to take a vacation, provided she avoided dangerous activities-such as joining a tour to view stellar storms up close.
It sounded like the most perfect life imaginable. In reality, however, the Priestess needed to study a great deal of knowledge from the Ancient Civilization, then constantly repeat it from memory every day to ensure she did not forget it. Where would she find the time or energy to enjoy life?
Now that Gene Optimization was widespread, even ordinary people in the Galaxy Alliance could live for over a hundred years. Yet the Priestess Jing Jiu had met today might not even have been forty, and her vitality had already weakened to the extreme, forcing her to choose a successor. Was that not because she had endured this mental drain year after year?
Zhong Lizi wanted to become a Priestess, but could she withstand that pressure? Over the long years, many Priestesses must have met with mishaps or chosen to give up, and their branches of knowledge from the Ancient Civilization had vanished with them. Would she become the next? Jing Jiu had thought the most important issue was that, while a Priestess could fall in love and marry like anyone else, the rules forbade her from leaving descendants of her bloodline. He had not expected Zhong Lizi to think this way. He was somewhat surprised, but did not care too much.
Cultivators on the Chaotian Continent would not consider leaving descendants of