The arrival of Xianmo's Afterimage was undoubtedly a feast for the eyes of the commoners!
A noble, magnificent phoenix robe accentuated her tall and graceful figure. Her jet-black long hair bore no adornment, cascading down like a waterfall and scattering over her back.
That fair, captivating face held not the slightest expression, yet it radiated terrifying divinity.
Most soul-stirring were her eyes. She seemed the complete opposite of the Young Girl God who had just arrived—there were no crescent-shaped smiling eyes, no playful liveliness.
There was only icy stillness.
When she lowered her gaze to look down below, her cold eyes seemed capable of piercing through all living beings' flesh and staring directly into their souls.
She stood high in the heavens, her phoenix robe fluttering without wind, exuding an innate nobility. It was pressure born from her Strength Realm, as well as the unique majesty of a supreme existence.
There were quite a few gods within the Ran Sect.
Yet there were only two leaders among the gods.
Wu Shanshan lowered her head, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Compared to bitterness and worry, there was even more fear in her heart.
Unexpectedly, a trace of expression appeared on Xianmo's Afterimage's face. She furrowed her brows slightly, as though pondering something.
But in many people's eyes, the God seemed somewhat displeased. The woman on the God-Worshipping Platform must have committed some monstrous crime!
Amid the deathly silence, Jiang Ruyi's brows relaxed slightly.
She remembered!
At last, she recalled who the tiny human on the God-Worshipping Platform was.
Jiang Ruyi could not help feeling a trace of emotion.
She was very young, only twenty-three years old so far, yet she had experienced far too much.
It felt as though she had already lived through three lifetimes and three worlds.
The human world,