Immortal world, somewhere.
In a small world, there were many pagodas and temples.
On the top floor of a Pagoda, a figure was sitting cross-legged.
She had a beautiful face and delicate features. Every part of her looked like it had been carefully carved by God, perfect and flawless.
Her snow-white skin was like cream, suffused with a layer of bright light, making her look like a goddess from the nine Heavens, otherworldly and Holy.
She was wearing a thin, transparent chiffon dress, and the curves of her body were faintly visible, making people's imagination run wild.
She sat there motionlessly, looking like a perfect sculpture. At first glance, there was a strong holy aura, making people unable to have any thoughts of blasphemy. But upon a closer look, one could see the moving and beautiful curves under the gauze dress, making people's hearts flutter.
