Little Stone Emperor

"This female corpse is... Nuwa!" He stared gravely at the peerless beauty before him. Even after billions of years without life, she remained unmatched.

He Heng had witnessed too many things in his life, but never had he seen a woman as breathtaking as the female corpse before him. This went beyond physical beauty; it was a Daoist aura.

To experts above the Gods and Demons Realm, the so-called physical form was inherently an inaccurate concept. Their bodies were no longer mere flesh and blood, but a synthesis of the Four Elements: matter, energy, time, and space. The process known as refining earth, water, fire, and wind anew to attain the Mysterious Yellow Dao Realm meant bringing one's form into accord with the Great Dao in one's heart.

For experts of this level, their forms were no longer simply human-shaped. They were Dao bodies, and could take any shape or form of existence.

In the base, lewd fantasies of mortals, immortals were all supposed to have human desires. This was entirely wrong. Once a living being reached a certain level, the concept of physical beauty had long since ceased to apply. How could they still have any desire to reproduce?

The reason mortals had such strong sexual desires was simply that they could not attain eternal life, and so needed children to continue their lives. For true immortals, there might be a distinction between yin and yang, but specific gender, form, and appearance were no longer important. Only the original Dao-heart and Dao-thought mattered.

The appearance of this female corpse was utterly unimportant. What she contained within, however, was earth-shattering.

It was an unfathomable, indescribable mystery, seeming to exist and yet not to exist. Words could not capture it. She appeared to be a corpse, but was in truth an