"Come here!"
The female Immortal King spoke calmly, but her voice had now become a woman's, as lovely as a gently flowing spring, refreshing the heart.
Perhaps Xiao Tian's ability to enter the Primordial Imperial City without a sound, as though walking through an empty place, had made her want to take a closer look at his abilities.
Xiao Tian concealed little. Before such a fearless heroine, he was completely open. At her words, he went straight over, appearing where she cultivated in seclusion-the core of the Primordial Imperial City, the heart of its formation.
It looked like nothing more than a pine forest filled with drifting snow. The female Immortal King sat cross-legged on a bluestone, and any snowflakes approaching her body vanished outright.
She wore purple battle robes refined from primordial purple qi gathered when heaven and earth first opened. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, and she looked very young, yet her lips were as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. Her immortal countenance was pure as frost, too radiant to gaze upon directly, graceful yet majestic, elegant and refined, with a natural charm. Her eyes were warm as jade and clear as water, her features incomparably beautiful: eyes like watery apricot kernels, lips red without rouge, brows emerald without paint. All the splendor of an age lay in her peerless bearing.
A purple, mistlike immortal rune between her brows lent her a hazy, enchanting beauty, imbued with immortal grace and Dao rhythm.
She was far too weak. Seated cross-legged upon the formation's bluestone core, refined from world stone, she remained poised, dignified, and lovely.
Under the gaze of those eyes, gentle as water, Xiao Tian actually felt the peace of coming home.
With a lift of his hand, a mass of Three Lights