This peerlessly beautiful woman was surrounded by divine light. The ten thousand Daos were affected by her, as if she controlled them. She was chanting the scripture.

She was beautiful and transcendent, an existence that caused Long Chen’s heart to ache. At this moment, tears streamed down his face.

He had seen this woman several times before, but he never learned who she was. Despite clearly not knowing who she was, deep in his soul, he felt a sense of familiarity and closeness.

Moreover, every time he saw her, he felt a nameless sorrow, as if he had missed out on this world’s most perfect possibility.

She was forming hand seals as she sat in the cosmos, chanting. With every word, the world echoed her, and her voice penetrated deep into his soul. There was no need...