The Mysterious Woman sat motionless in the void, her eyes fixed on the young man floating in enlightenment.
She had already been forced to accept the impossible once. The birth of a single new Supreme Principle inside a Multiversal cultivator was already an event that defied every record she had ever known, and she had spent countless years serving an existence that stood at the very peak of the Multiverse. She had remained still, watching, calculating, and waiting for him to awaken so she could question him about the destroyed Ancient Will and the inheritance. She had even begun considering how to phrase her first question without provoking him, because the value of his goodwill had already surpassed the value of brute force.
Then the second aura rose.
