The lower realm, shrouded beneath a pitch-black sky.
The fifth floor of the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda.
Her attire had changed. Luo Hongyan now wore an intricately patterned dress, her graceful figure standing in the middle of the Profound Yin Stone.
A faint glow shone from the Profound Yin Stone, illuminating her skin as white as snow. She looked like a delicate, graceful white lotus.
Her inquisitive gaze lingered on the direction Pang Jian had disappeared. Frowning, she murmured, "Could that greedy boy really have let his guard down against me?"
With a smile and a pursed lip, she found the real Ning Yao in that empty sea of consciousness.
"Did you see that? That boy's already defending me at every turn. I interacted with him using your body and only slightly changed how we got along, yet I've already won his approval."
In her vivid red dress, Luo Hongyan was stunningly beautiful in that silent, empty world, enough to leave anyone intoxicated.
After absorbing a surge of power from the Profound Yin Stone, her soul form had grown much more substantial, and the patterns beneath her skin had become distinct.
Only a spirit form like hers could use the power within the Profound Yin Stone to wash the impurities from her soul.
Watching the Demoness gloat and show off again, Ning Yao, imprisoned in her own sea of consciousness, had to admit that the Demoness was truly born beautiful—a peerless beauty unlike anyone she had ever seen.
After absorbing the Profound Yin Power, the Demoness's spirit form had become even more breathtaking, making Ning Yao feel ashamed of her own looks.
If this really was what the Demoness had looked like in the past, then she must have dazzled countless great figures of her age.
Compared with the Demoness's beauty,