Memories that were not her own flashed through Xiao Ya's mind. Visions of ancestors she had never met, wielding an ethereal power that shimmered like a golden mist. Her body trembled as the golden glow condensed around her hands, forming faint patterns that resembled ancient sigils.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the spiritual energy stabilized. Xiao Ya collapsed onto the wooden floor, dazed and on the verge of unconsciousness.
She may have awakened her bloodline physique but she remained to be a mortal. Spiritual energy gathered around her but could only swirl in her vicinity without the means to resonate and absorb it. Golden hue still pulsated from within her skin.
Her mother knelt beside her, hands shaking as she brushed damp strands of hair from Xiao Ya's forehead. "My child… you have inherited something great."
Her father exhaled slowly as he looked at her daughter, the energy surrounding her and the golden radiance of her body.
