These spiritual powers seem to share the same origin.
Li Ping'an stood beside several slumbering Demon Infants, pointing lightly on their foreheads, drawing out tiny glimmers of light and gently twirling them between his fingers.
With a revelation dawning upon him, he closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and cast the art of blocking distractions. When he opened his eyes again, the flesh of the Demon Infants before him had become transparent, leaving only faint outlines and a point of black mingled with gold at their foreheads.
Li Ping'an lifted his gaze to the left, and through dozens of palace walls, he saw a flame of black infused with gold.
That flame was the sovereign, and these light specks were its ministers.
Needless to say, the owner of the flame was naturally his sworn sister... Yao Ji.
'Ah, is this Innate God and Demon version of Yao Ji really alright?'
