The beauty of that young girl was indescribable; every part of her colossal body seemed so perfect and flawless, as if God had bestowed a magnificent treasure upon mortals.
If one could overlook the fact that those parts were made up of other women.
This statement could be taken literally—not other women's body parts, but whole women. Her gigantic body was a form reconstituted by the fusion of countless women.
In Ming Country, there was a custom that had only recently become fashionable, which involved scholars presenting a Wanshou Map to their elders during birthday celebrations. The map was composed of one hundred variations of the character for "longevity," forming one giant pattern of the character.
It was roughly that sort of feeling.
Merely glancing at this thing could make one lose sanity, not to mention that it had a strong contaminative nature.
Wang Yunxiao felt he was barely holding on.
