The cultivators did not wait long before they heard a burst of immortal music ring out.
A rain of peach blossoms fell from the sky. Dao lotuses formed of water, one after another, created a heavenly road that rose step by step, and a woman strolled down from the very top of that road, a divine wheel of bright moonlight hanging behind her back.
Her hair was coiled high in a palace bun like piled clouds, her forehead bound with a clear-stream hibiscus headband, and between her brows was a blue-jade six-petaled floral ornament. Her flowerlike face could sink fish and topple geese, her skin was snow-white and delicate, and before her chest stood a pair of full, rounded, proud jade peaks.
Her waist was slender.
Her long legs were even and straight, pure white and flawless. She wore a butterfly-and-hundred-flowers misty phoenix-tail skirt, graceful and noble; within her elegance, there was also the unripe charm of a maiden kept in the inner chambers.
Her exquisite, shapely body had ripened to the utmost, possessing both the allure of a married woman and the taut firmness of a young girl, like melons and fruits steeped in honey, sweet and fragrant in every part.
What a number-one beauty of the Human Race!
Even Wang, who had seen countless women, could not help sighing inwardly. In the past, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had naturally been This Woman, Xing Yue.
Even among women he had seen who possessed superior bearing, few could compare with her looks. Yet this Divine Lord Yelan surpassed her in every respect, making one unable to help thinking that however beautiful a woman could be, this was about the limit.
Those shocked by her appearance were not only Wang Yu.
Many cultivators who had only heard