"In honor of Ji Si, I can gift you ten thousand strands of the Light of the Pole Star, which might condense into ten wisps of Pole Star Origin," said the Eight-direction Artifact Spirit.
Ten wisps of Pole Star Origin? Zhao Xing was thrilled.
From the Infinite True God, he had only received one wisp.
Yet, here within the Eight-direction Divine Mirror, there were actually ten wisps?
Wei Tianchen unknowingly possessed this divine object, unable to uncover its secrets, if not for Ji Si's use of it. Otherwise, such a great opportunity would have slipped away!
"Last time I told you my origin. If you can guess my name, I might gift you ten thousand rays of light."
Zhao Xing was taken aback. He recalled the poem recited by the Eight-direction Divine Mirror last time: The stone of destiny at the mountaintop is polished into a mirror, entering the mortal dust to cross the world's people, destiny neither comes nor goes, Heavenly Dao is always measured in the impermanent.
