Fusang Holy Land.
Beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, wreathed endlessly in dazzling golden radiance and myriad divine lights, with the laws of the Great Dao of the Sun circling around it, stood a beautiful woman of graceful bearing, lost in a daze.
She quietly gazed at the Sun Immortal Fruit before her, slightly absent-minded, unsure what she was thinking.
As the Great Sun Sword Son walked toward the glory of his sword Dao, the Fusang Saintess was also waiting quietly here.
Waiting for an even more brilliant victory, waiting for a death that might come.
Even if she were to die soundlessly in the next instant, her spirit annihilated, it was entirely possible.
The sensation of death being able to strike at any time, of having no control over one's fate, was enough to make anyone anxious, enough to drive them mad. Even an Eight-step Dao Child could not face life and death with complete calm, especially when that life and death was entirely beyond their control.
Yet this woman remained composed throughout, without the slightest trace of impatience.
As though this were merely a peaceful afternoon.
She was simply admiring flowers blooming in a garden. There was nothing that deserved special attention; it was all utterly ordinary.
"Y-you, hello."
"Your ability to keep your heart calm is truly remarkable."
A timid, weak-spirited woman poked her head out from among the branches nearby, speaking with some admiration.
This woman was naturally the Fusang Saintess of this era.
Do not assume that every generation's Fusang Saintess was the same.
Nor should one assume that everyone chosen by each generation's Fusang Saintess would ultimately become a True Immortal. Even among innate immortal races such as the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race, the Endless Cosmic Starry Sky had produced few True Immortals since