The Mystic Sect’s Ancestor Is So Powerful in the Apocalypse, Even Humans and Zombies Hate Her

[Apocalypse, space, strong female lead, no romance, feel-good power fantasy, the strongest in the apocalypse, not reborn, no stockpiling, the apocalypse began a year ago, no System] A year into the apocalypse, Wen Qingqing was betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend and thrown into a horde of zombies. At the brink of death, the last fragment of her soul finally came together. The grandmaster of the mystic arts was back! A tide of zombies rushed toward her, jostling to form a running pack like a marathon team. Wen Qingqing yawned comfortably in her grand armchair and flicked out a talisman. “Softhen.” The zombies, just about to make intimate contact with her, promptly collapsed limply to the ground. Those awful people who used to bully her wanted to play, did they? With a casual flick of a talisman, she made the scumbag and his mistress stay together for good, until they turned against each other. People asked, “What kind of ability do you have?” Wen Qingqing blinked her innocent, harmless eyes. “I don't have any abilities. I'm just a fortune-teller.” She came through the apocalypse as a passerby undergoing a trial, and accidentally gathered a bunch of devoted admirers. In the end, she took over a base and saved the world along the way. [The heroine is neither a good person nor a bad person, just a passerby. No romance, no male lead, feel-good power fantasy]