Strenghthening, Once Again

In Daisy's perception, T'Challa muttered rapidly and mashed the heart-shaped herb, while the female guards began to remove their outer garments, placing both women side by side in a shallow pit, covering them with fine sand and arranging their arms in a crossed position.

The originally slightly cool heart-shaped herb was mashed into a liquid, emitting a faint heat.

Daisy felt something strange; she couldn't comprehend how this chemical reaction was occurring. She was fortunate not to have attempted theft, or it could have led to a problem. She pondered to herself.

On the other side, T'Challa was in a state of urgency, yet the entire process couldn't be shortened. He had to use a sort of rhythmic chanting to expedite the ritual.

This lack of respect provoked a sense of dissatisfaction among the priests, but since the chant was brief, once completed, T'Challa first fed the heart-shaped herb to Storm.

Daisy silently criticised the distinction between close relations and outsiders, saving the daughter-in-law first and herself, the outsider, second.

However, she didn't complain about it. Storm was truly in dire condition, and Daisy wasn't going to argue over a few seconds during a life-and-death situation.

T'Challa was truly a good person. He didn't leave Daisy behind, and after feeding Storm, he went through the chanting process again, giving Daisy a bowl of the mixture before sitting down to wait.

Daisy was rendered speechless. She had spent a considerable time learning Wakandan, only to find that this rhythmic prayer was recited so rapidly that she couldn't catch all the words.

She only managed to hear T'Challa invoke the blessings of the panther goddess Bast for their recovery. Her plan to memorize the prayer for later study had been dashed.

The heart-shaped herb, emitting heat, was poured into her mouth and traveled down her throat, making its way to her stomach.

Daisy suddenly felt as though she were breaking free from the constraints of her body, entering a strange dimension.

She became a pure spiritual entity, dressed in a shirt and jeans, strolling across a grassy plain. In the distance, the sky was bathed in colorful hues, and several large trees were scattered about, with dense branches and foliage that made it difficult to identify the tree species.

This place was somewhat reminiscent of the dimension where she had seen the K'un-lun guardian dragon Shou-Lao during her severe injury, though this environment exuded a sense of tranquility.

Daisy couldn't quite grasp the upcoming procedures. T'Challa could communicate with his ancestors, but as for herself, who knew? Just as she was contemplating how to leave, a faint mist began to accumulate around her.

A smoky panther, towering five meters in height and over ten meters in length, emerged slowly from the darkness. Its eyes gleamed with an ethereal light.

"Hey!" Daisy quickly waved her hand, displaying her most affable smile to convey harmlessness while remaining alert.

The giant panther goddess turned its massive head to observe her from side to side. First, this woman wasn't African, and second, she lacked faith. This perplexed the goddess, causing her a headache, and she inwardly cursed the Wakandans for causing her trouble.

In reality, Daisy's lack of faith wasn't a significant issue. Storm's situation was the real concern.

Storm is an African with her own faith, but the problem lies in that very belief. The other party is Kenyan, and their family has been devoted to the Eagle God for generations, particularly Ororo's status as a contemporary saint.

Now, having another deity's saint come over to receive blessings felt rather peculiar.

Daisy had now also distinguished the reality from illusion. This was a world of partial illusion, neither belonging to her nor the Panther Goddess. However, most of the actual scene was constructed using her mental energy. The grasslands, the tall trees—all were projections from the heart-shaped herb. The same applied to the Panther Goddess; she was a projection used to assess whether the target was worthy of the herb.

If Daisy were to say she was willing to help Wakanda at this moment, she estimated she would pass the test. But she thought it would be a waste. Encountering a superhuman power was rare, and this entity seemed reasonable to converse with. She wanted to improve her favorability a bit more—why not have some fun with Wakanda?

"Uh, as a friend, how about I help you make a movie? Movies are a form of external promotion nowadays," Daisy reluctantly utilised some of her psychic abilities. In this world entirely constructed from her mental energy, her abilities were amplified a hundredfold.

The Panther Goddess was somewhat bewildered. Her smoky form wafted for a moment before she finally grasped the situation after a good while. What was more important, Wakanda or herself? Obviously, she was more important.

Daisy covertly modified the fantastical elements of Young Avengers, changing the protagonist to an African, the tiger to a panther, while retaining the theme of harmonious coexistence between humans and animals. She recounted the story and, finding no issues, transmitted it through her consciousness to the Panther Goddess.

Initially curious, the goddess blinked a couple of times with a hint of skepticism. Eventually, she understood the underlying message and couldn't help but find this proposal more appealing than the usual talk of guarding and defending Wakanda.

The Panther's massive head nodded in approval. In normal circumstances, she would have been able to leave at this point, but today, to show her appreciation, she extended her tongue to lick Daisy as part of an excess fulfillment of the acceptance ritual.

"Remember your promise," a sentence lingered in Daisy's mind. Subsequently, the Panther Goddess transformed back into mist and disappeared into the world of psychic energy. Daisy followed suit and exited.

Having undergone a strengthening experience before, Daisy felt it quite vividly. Her body was heating up, and the effects of the heart-shaped herb began to take hold. It felt as though a blazing flame was emerging from the depths of her body, roasting her from within.

Several fractured areas were rapidly repaired, the lingering injuries from her repeated vibrational practice over the past year were also mended, and the surplus energy began to strengthen her body.

Cells were being restructured, with the new structure becoming even more robust and powerful. The flow of blood accelerated, and a substantial amount of energy was evenly distributed throughout her body.

Following the awakening of her Inhuman lineage, her physical attributes once again experienced a significant surge.

Unlike the White Tiger amulet, which maintained her at a certain stage without integrating with her, and in some aspects was inferior to her own capabilities, the heart-shaped herb's strengthening was a different process. It directly impacted her body, building upon her already enhanced physical foundation, initiating a new round of fortification.

Profound changes began to occur within her body, with her physical attributes soaring to the point where her superpowers were somewhat uncontrollable.

Externally, this translated into vibrations felt by T'Challa, the female guards, and the priests. They observed the entire mountain swaying, and the surging energy started to affect the terrain and the land.

Accompanied by rumbling vibrations, the earth trembled incessantly. The aftermath of these vibrations began to impact the entire mountain, causing fissures to open on the walls. As the frequency of the vibrations increased, the gaps grew larger.

As for the ground, the damage was even more severe. T'Challa watched as a seemingly bottomless chasm formed beneath his feet and quickly moved to step aside in fear.