Outside Taisutian.
With one hand held behind her back and the other resting in front, she was wreathed in the celestial light of creation. A golden wheel of Merit cast a brilliant, auspicious radiance out into Chaos, where it endlessly manifested countless worlds rising and falling, living and dying.
Her long hair hung straight down to her slender waist, and the Great Dao swirled within her beautiful eyes.
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