Chapter 27 The Immortal King's True Form Revealed! Qian Renxue: My Body Actually Yearns to Mating with Him?
And as those words fell...
The endless divine light, chaotic aura, and the strange phenomena of star formations and destruction surrounding that figure began to slowly recede.
It was as if someone had brushed away the dust covering the precious gem.
The light faded.
Its true form is revealed.
That moment.
Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, hundreds of millions of people, regardless of age, gender, or whether they were Soul Masters or commoners, held their breath.
A boy sat by the pond.
She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a simple blue cloth robe, with her black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.
His face is indescribable.
He is not handsome, nor dashing; he transcends all worldly definitions.
It is a sacred thing, transcending gender, transcending race, and even transcending "beauty" itself.
Her skin was fair and radiant, with a subtle glow. Every line of her body seemed to be sculpted by the heavens, neither too much nor too little.
He casually sat by the pond, holding a bright green bamboo fishing rod in his hand.
His posture was as leisurely as that of a fisherman in the fields.
Yet, his entire being naturally exudes an ethereal aura that transcends the mundane world and surpasses eternity.
A banished immortal descends to the mortal realm, untouched by worldly affairs.
Sacred, lofty, yet inconceivably pure.
At this moment, he slightly turned his head to look at the silver dragon that was cautiously approaching beside him, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.
That smile was like the first melting of ice and snow, bringing life to all things in spring.
Gu Yuena was stunned.
Her enormous dragon head remained suspended in mid-air, still in a "rubbing" position.
The silver dragon's eyes reflected the boy's smiling face, reflecting that genderless divine beauty.
My mind went completely blank.
Even... she involuntarily stuck out her tongue slightly.
She wanted to lick it.
Lick that skin that seems to be formed from pure Dao principles...
But then she suddenly stopped.
I dare not.
They were afraid of defiling this sacred thing.
"god..."
She murmured to herself, her soul trembling:
"The Creator God..."
The dragon god she inherited from her memories was supreme, ruling the divine realm and looking down upon all living beings.
But compared to this young man before him, even the Dragon God...
Like fireflies compared to the bright moon, or dust compared to the starry sky.
Perhaps only the legendary "Creator God" who created the world and defined the laws possesses such transcendent holiness and perfection.
As Gu Yuena thought this, the dragon head instinctively and cautiously moved a little closer.
She wanted more... more of that warm light, more of that comforting and intoxicating aura.
The Douluo Continent was in complete uproar.
If the people were trembling with fear before because of the "supreme being," then now, the true form has been revealed...
The fear remains.
But another, more complex and turbulent emotion swept over everyone like a tsunami—
Shocking!
obsessed!
I feel ashamed of myself!
And... a kind of instinctive, almost religious, thrill when faced with "perfection"!
Shrek Academy, inside the campus.
"Wow--!!"
Xiao Wu suddenly jumped up, her pink eyes almost bursting with heart-shaped bubbles:
"He...he's so handsome! His smile is so gentle! And he's so strong! Oh my god!"
She cupped her face in her hands, spun around on the spot, her ponytail flying in the air:
"Why didn't the heavens choose me! I'd be willing to be caught in the Boundary Sea even if it meant going there myself!"
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's voice suddenly became louder, and his brows furrowed.
He stared at the boy's face in the sky, a strong sense of unease welling up inside him—
It was not fear, nor awe.
It's...jealousy.
On what grounds?
Why are some people able to look like that?
Why is it that some people possess such power that surpasses everything?
Why would Xiao Wu look at someone like that?
"Am I not handsome?"
Tang San couldn't help but speak, his voice hoarse.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu turned her head and carefully examined Tang San.
Looking at his wheat-colored skin, looking at his ordinary, even somewhat rough, features...
Xiao Wu blinked, then shook her head and said honestly:
"Not handsome."
"Third brother, you're not handsome at all."
She paused, then added with a grin:
"But you'll still be my good brother!"
"..."
Tang San felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.
Good brother?
Just...brother?
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was dry and he couldn't utter a single word.
A nameless irritation and resentment gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
I think I've... been dumped.
Beside her, Ning Rongrong wore a pained expression, staring blankly at the sky, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.
"We've never said a word to each other, we're separated by countless worlds... but why do I feel a void in my heart the moment I see him?"
The more she talked, the more disappointed and aggrieved she became.
Finally, she looked up abruptly, pointed at the silver dragon in the sky that was still trying to get closer, and roared angrily like a little girl whose toy had been taken away:
"Shut up! You dead dragon! Stop licking my husband!!"
Everyone: "..."
Dai Mubai's lips twitched, Ma Hongjun's small eyes widened, and Oscar dropped the sausage in his hand to the ground.
...
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Deep within the imperial palace of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Qian Renxue, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, is standing alone by the window, gazing up at the sky.
Her palm unconsciously pressed against her heart.
There, the heart was pounding wildly, almost shattering the chest cavity.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Each sound was clear as the beating of a drum.
An unnatural blush rose on Qian Renxue's beautiful face, and her breathing became rapid.
She abruptly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress this absurd reaction with reason.
But it's no use.
That smiling face is like a brand in my mind, impossible to erase.
"Damn it..."
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, inwardly cursing herself for her lack of willpower.
"I, Qian Renxue, am the young master of the Spirit Hall, the inheritor of the Angel God, and destined to become a god... How could I be judged by a mere face..."
Despite the cursing, the feeling of excitement grew stronger and stronger.
She could even clearly feel her body emitting some kind of instinctive, primal desire—
It's not lust.
It is a more fundamental, life-level "attraction".
Just as lower life forms instinctively crave evolution and yearn to approach higher-dimensional existence.
"Perhaps... this is because my strength is too weak."
Qian Renxue forced herself to analyze the situation calmly, but her voice still trembled slightly:
"I have an instinctive craving for higher life forms... My body is telling me that if I could... mate with that man..."
Her face flushed red, and she didn't dare to think any further.
But that impulse that comes from the depths of one's blood is real.
It has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness, and nothing to do with gender.
It only concerns... the absolute difference in the level of life.
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At this moment, throughout the entire Douluo Continent, countless young girls, noblewomen, and female soul masters... all felt their hearts flutter.
They gazed at that perfect, almost ethereal face reflected in the sky, at that pure, sacred smile…
It felt like my heart had been struck by something.
A tingling, throbbing, intoxicating sensation.
Yet, strangely enough, I couldn't even muster the slightest thought of blasphemy.
That is a god.
They are deities that can only be admired from afar and not profaned.
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