A moment later, the radiance faded.
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In his place stood a "woman" with a graceful figure, breathtaking features, and seductive eyes.
She was unmistakably Liu Ruyan, identical in figure, appearance, aura, and fluctuations of cultivation.
Even her expressions between every frown and smile were exactly the same as Liu Ruyan's before.
However, the "Liu Ruyan" of this moment had been transformed by Yang Lingtian.
Deep in her eyes, there was an additional hint of inscrutable depth and chill that was difficult to detect.
"Flawless." Yang Lingtian parted his vermilion lips and uttered two words.
His voice had also become exactly like Liu Ruyan's—seductive to the bone, carrying a trace of lazy huskiness.
He—or rather, "she"—looked over this entirely new "body" with satisfaction.
He sensed the aura of mid-Saint God Realm cultivation within him, perfectly imitated by the Chaos Bead and belonging to Liu Ruyan.
A meaningful smile curled Yang Lingtian's lips.
"Very good. As long as I don't reveal myself, even those old ancestors of the Xuanba Sword Sect will never see through my disguise!"
He calmly walked to the jade bed and glanced at the already-cold corpse, his eyes utterly unmoved.
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of Chaos True Fire flew out.
Without a sound, it reduced the corpse to ashes, leaving not even a trace behind.
Then she began methodically putting on the clothes scattered across the floor.
Her movements were elegant, yet carried a hint of Liu Ruyan's habitual, unintentional allure.
She carefully tidied her makeup and summoned a water mirror in the air, studying herself intently.
The woman in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes