The impact of the mugwort that ventures out and then returns is far greater than the impact of a butterfly flapping its wings.

She knew she needed to move forward, and she knew where the first step would take her—the Ji tribe was the easiest of the nearby tribes to target. The Ji tribe's chieftain was a weak man; Ai Cao could have easily pushed him into the river with just one hand.

There are not many women in the Ji tribe, and most of the women who are alive are sick or injured.

The women of the Jiang tribe secretly said that it was because the chief of the Ji tribe was a man that the Ji tribe had fallen from its former status as a large tribe to its current state.

But the mugwort was still hesitant.

Once she took that first step, she couldn't stop. She feared the future that would sweep her along, and she worried that she had taken the wrong path.

The ball of light said, "Go and do it."

It rarely displayed the majesty that belonged to Nuwa, but then it laughed, causing all that majesty it had just displayed to vanish.

The ball of light said, "Anyway, they're all waiting for your ending. You helped them reach their ending, so now they're coming to help you reach yours."

"My fate?" Ai Cao asked suddenly.

“Yes.” The ball of light laughed lightly. “You are a living person now, Artemisia. You are not a life form located in the system space, but a real person living in this world.”

“This is your own body,” it said. “Don’t think about saving anyone, because this world is your own world.”

"As long as you're happy, whatever you do is fine," the ball of light said. "This is your life, your future. Why think so much?"

Chi You slammed his fist on the wall, drawing Ai Cao's attention back to reality.

She said, "I've already arranged it with my men; we'll set off before dawn tomorrow." Chi You raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and asked, "Are you in or not?"

Artemisia took a breath.

The mugwort said, "Dry!"