A girl in an azure dress stood barefoot above the crystal coffin. Her skin was as flawless as a pure white wall, and her facial features were so perfect that they seemed made by heaven. When she swept her eyes around the area, she took everyone’s breath away.

Additionally, she radiated an indescribably mysterious aura, and her ethereal aura made her resemble a celestial being even more.

Even the stunning sea of flowers below her lost its color.

The celestial-like being was Yaoyao, who had been sleeping silently in the crystal coffin.

Zhao Xiansun’s expression was the first to change when he saw such a beautiful person. Quickly, incomparable fear filled his eyes. He evidently was familiar with Yaoyao's identity and origin.

Most importantly, he felt a chilling intent from Yaoyao’s indifferent voice.

Countless thoughts streamed through Zhao Xiansun’s mind before he finally said,  “Supreme sovereign…” 

However,...