Even so, he could not help but rub his eyes, terrified that he might be mistaken. Perhaps this was merely a painting, a figment born of a dream, and he was so deeply immersed in it that he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
As it turned out, it was neither a phantasm nor a dream; it was a scene of true reality.
Ye Chen stood still, watching the female Saint Body quietly. He observed her closely: her exquisite face, her graceful and delicate figure, her elegant posture—every detail was flawless. She was hundreds of times more stunning than any goddess in the mortal realm. Every gesture she made resonated with the grand echoes of the Dao, as if she possessed a certain magical power.
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