Wen Ji gritted her teeth and roared into the void, “If this is such a blessing, then you can have it! Do you want it?”
Endless regret and despair engulfed her heart.
As Wen Ji’s consciousness neared the completion of the final procedure, it unexpectedly resonated with the consciousnesses of the first sixty-three hexagrams.
Countless voices, young and old, male and female, called out to her.
“Little friend, let me give you a hand!
If you can’t go home, then start over.
Consider it… a gift for having known you!”
Each of those hexagram consciousnesses had both a light and a dark side.
In her dreams, they often tripped Wen Ji up in all sorts of ways.
But now, two voices rang out from within each of them, and those voices merged into a surging torrent.
That ceaseless, vital force flowed into Wen Ji.
The world fell utterly silent…
