Within the Immortal Palace, wisps of auspicious aura gently ascended.
Seated on the throne, the Goddess of Wushan was flanked by handsome men on both sides.
Her beauty was stunning, her slender body wrapped in Immortal Energy, bright and pure like moonlight.
"Indeed beautiful."
Immortal Zhenyuan spoke softly.
Rarely did he compliment anyone; a woman praised by him was certainly not ordinarily beautiful.
The beauty of the Wushan Goddess could rival Chang'e, and every man in the hall looked at her with adoration.
Sun Wukong watched her, a flash of fire igniting in his eyes.
What he saw differed from Immortal Zhenyuan; his Eyes of Golden Flame pierced through all illusions, revealing the true form of this Wushan Goddess.
"This is a strand of a divine woman's remnant soul."
Sun Wukong telepathically informed Immortal Zhenyuan, "The divine woman perished, this strand of soul merged with Langya Pond and formed an Immortal Body."
"A strand of remnant soul?"
