Published: January 31, 2025
In the Endless Void, countless undead gathered, their faces filled with anger and killing intent. At this moment, they parted ways, creating a vast pathway. From that pathway, a woman with a graceful figure and stunning beauty floated in the air, radiating seven-colored divine light, like a deity standing proudly in the void.
The previously cold voice emanated from her lips, and as she spoke, the three top-tier undead who had been madly attacking Qin Chen and the others halted, their expressions turning respectful toward her.
Qin Chen looked at the stunning woman before him, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes. After spending so much time in the Underworld, he had encountered numerous undead, all of whom carried a heavy, lifeless aura. Even the most beautiful ghost cultivators, like the Emperor of the Underworld's consorts, were indeed beautiful, but prolonged contact inevitably evoked a sense of otherworldliness.
However, the woman before him was astonishingly different. She possessed a skin as fair as white jade, with a hint of Flush that the Underworld should not have, exuding an exquisite translucence.
Although Qin Chen had seen other pale-skinned ghost cultivators, their pallor was devoid of vitality, some appearing sickly pale, lacking the unique rosy hue of a young woman. Yet, this woman was unlike any other ghost cultivator; her rosy hue, while not as vibrant as a living woman's, was radiant, like a piece of reclusive red jade, shining with a unique brilliance in the darkness. Standing there, she possessed an extraordinary elegance, as if she were the only being left in the world, her cold face adorned with delicate features, her slender eyebrows finely shaped, exuding a frosty elegance as she walked toward them, her figure graceful, resembling a fairy descended from the heavens.
As she moved, countless undead stepped back, as if subjects bowing before their empress.
This scene left not only Qin Chen but even Mo Li dumbfounded.
"There truly exists such a wondrous woman in this world?" Mo Li murmured.
Even he had rarely seen such beauty; perhaps only the beautiful figures surrounding Qin Chen could compare.
What was most shocking was the demeanor of the countless undead around them, each bowing and bending as if they were stars worshipping the moon, enveloping the woman in an awe-inspiring and breathtaking aura.
At that moment, it seemed as if all the color around had vanished, and this woman had become the sole source of color in the Undead Kingdom.
"Your Excellency must be mistaken. We have just entered the River of the Undead and have never hunted any of you!"
Suddenly, a booming voice echoed throughout the realm as Qin Chen furrowed his brows and spoke coldly, an endless killing intent sweeping over him, creating terrifying storms.
He felt a slight sense of threat from this woman, a sensation he had never encountered before.
Qin Chen's admonition startled Mo Li back to reality from his previous awe.
"What's happening to me? How could I feel this way toward another woman?" Mo Li was suddenly shocked, glancing at Qin Chen, realizing he had been captivated by her presence in such an environment and aura.
"Beauty brings disaster; it truly is a beauty that brings disaster." Mo Li was secretly alarmed; his will was extraordinarily firm, and before breaking through to emperor level, even the Emperor of Beginning Charm, an emperor-level expert, had not been able to enchant him.
Now that he was close to mid-stage great emperor, being mesmerized like this made him feel wary.
"Damn it! This Qin Chen has so many women around him; it’s obvious he’s quite the lecher. How could he not be bewitched by her? It’s simply unfair." Mo Li couldn’t help but feel resentful about not being able to regain his composure before Qin Chen, annoyed that he was inferior to Qin Chen in this respect.
"I cannot let this continue; I must surpass Qin Chen and become the most powerful man in the world. I cannot falter in such trivial matters." Mo Li took a deep breath, focusing inwardly, reminding himself, "Mo Li, you must not waver. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is merely a shell; what matters most is her heart. True beauty lies in the beauty of the soul. Who can compare to Lord Crimson Flame? He is the most beautiful and unique person in the world."