Gradually, the cocoon of light turned translucent, and the figure within had taken shape.
It was a face that no known language could accurately describe, one that surpassed the limits of everything Wang Xian had ever known or imagined.
Her figure was lithe and alluring.
Her curves were breathtaking.
Every rise and dip seemed to accord with some supremely wicked and seductive law of heaven and earth.
She was ten, a hundred times more bewitching than any woman he had ever seen in his life, whether peerless beauties of the mortal realm or celestial maidens and demonesses...
It was a beauty that struck at the soul's instincts, tempting one to surrender even as it filled one with fear.
They spoke of beauties who could topple kingdoms and steal lives with a single smile; of peach blossoms reflecting the rosy glow of a lovely face...
All the words once used to describe peerless beauties seemed pale, powerless, and vulgar before that gradually clarifying, uncanny face.
It was like feeling one's own insignificance beneath an endless starry sky.
Wang Xian's mind reeled, and an absurd thought welled up in his heart: How could this possibly exist? This thing had no place in this world!
Within the cocoon of light, the woman who had taken shape was utterly naked!
Yet her body was not pure and unblemished. Instead, a fresh, unmistakable scent of blood emanated from her.
It was as though this body had just been born from a pool of blood.
Her skin was white as jade, so delicate it seemed it would break at a touch.
In the dim demonic light around her, he could even faintly make out dark golden blood flowing slowly through the pale blue veins beneath her skin.
More bizarrely, a faint, ghastly green glow shone from