When that perfect figure, composed of endless mysterious points of light, fully manifested.
Everything at the scene seemed to suddenly freeze and lose color in Gu Xing's perception.
In his eyes, there was only this existence before him, indescribable in any known language.
She transcended the definition of beauty, the ultimate presentation of harmony and perfection.
The flowing brilliance of the stars was her gown, the rhythm of day and night her breath.
She merely hung silently in the air, emanating no pressure, yet Gu Xing felt a near-instinctual awe that came from his soul's core.
It wasn't fear, but rather the pure reverence born of understanding when a lower life form faces the universe's ultimate truth.
A thought uncontrollably surfaced from the depths of Gu Xing's heart, clear as day:
"This is... a God."
Compared to her, the Demon God, who once brought calamity, was merely a twisted monster that stole great power to act recklessly.
