On the other side, the black light drew in, and a female cultivator in fluttering white appeared. At a glance, she looked only a little over twenty, yet her eyes were filled with the weight of vicissitudes.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful beyond compare; descriptions like "beauty enough to topple states and cities" were purely superfluous. Yet at a glance, she bore quite a resemblance to Yue'er, and the vicissitudes in her eyes not only failed to mar her beauty, but instead added a few traces of a different aura.
It was as if she had personally lived through every legend that had unfolded across the ancient ages.
The aura around her was even more terrifying to the extreme, actually capable of standing on equal footing with Tian Xiang. No... it was still slightly weaker, but it had reached a realm quite close to his.
Forget Loose Immortals and Demon Kings being unable to compare—even Nailong True Person and Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden fell far short.
Lin Xuan could not estimate her realm either. She was not a Dao Ancestor, but she was also clearly not the same as an ordinary True Immortal.
Asura!
Her identity was already ready to leap from the page.
Lin Xuan looked at the woman before him, his feelings a tangled mix of every flavor.
Everyone said she was the number one beauty of the Three Thousand Worlds, and sure enough, her great reputation was no empty boast.
Vermilion jade for lips, water for skin.
Unlike Yue'er's softness, the Asura before him was clearly a woman of very strong character at a glance.
Though she possessed astonishing beauty, she even more so radiated a vigorous vitality. If one had to say, she bore a few similarities to Peacock.
As expected of the mighty figure who