The Rise of Dao Origin Heavenly Palace and Fusang in the Northern Sea

Jiang Yun found Yin Luoyang's reaction rather amusing. In truth, he was not particularly concerned about Yi Qingwu.

The chance to join Dao Origin Heavenly Palace was her good fortune. Whether she could seize it was up to Yi Qingwu herself.

Buzz!

Vital essence flowed through heaven and earth as Dao Runes gathered. A brilliant divine light illuminated the space ahead, revealing an illusory Sacrificial Altar where a slender figure began to take shape.

Her figure was shrouded in hazy light and submerged in mist and Immortal Radiance. Her features remained indistinct; only her captivating bearing could be seen.

When the Immortal Radiance dispersed, Yi Qingwu stood there with a serene expression. Her snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, outlining her tall, graceful figure. Her face was as white as snow, radiant enough to make anyone feel painfully inadequate.

Some people, he had to admit, were born extraordinary. Merely by standing there, they became the center of every crowd, the most beautiful sight in the world.

Even Jiang Yun could not help marveling as he looked at her. His fellow cultivators on Ziwei had judged her fairly after all. Before such beauty, men's tastes seemed remarkably alike.

Yi Qingwu's beauty was impossible to ignore. She radiated a peaceful, sacred air that no mortal dared profane. She could turn the heads of all living beings; with every smile and frown, she made every other beauty under heaven pale.

Beside him, Yin Luoyang laughed brightly and spoke first.

"Fairy Yi truly deserves to be called Ziwei's greatest beauty. Even the world's finest scenery dims before you. Though I'm a woman myself, you nearly make my heart flutter."

"You flatter me, Fairy Yin. You're as lovely as a fairy yourself. For cultivators like us, seeking the Dao should come first. Beauty fades; it