on the immortal ascension stage, bai wushang was dumbfounded, his mind was like a thunderbolt, and he stood in place, unable to speak.
the evolved broken-winged angel retained the perfect shoulder-hip ratio of its predecessor.
her body was as light as the moon, her skin was as white as the evening frost, her young face was beautiful, and she was a peerless genius.
how could the word 'beautiful' be so amazing!
and the four wings on her back.
it looked fluffy and soft, like cotton that had just bounced.
what it emitted was a faint seven-colored divine light.
it was like the moon pearl, coral jade, amber stone, green pill wall ... the essence of all the rare and precious stones in the world, flowing with light and changing colors, magnificent and beautiful. the crystal texture was ethereal and mysterious, and exuded a brilliant light.
" did ... did we finally succeed? "