The Pinnacle of Life

In front of the Sunset Shrine’s door, thousands of puppet immortals arranged themselves in two columns neatly, giving way to a passage.

The ground, chaotic and filled with blood and corpses, including Law Stones of all manner, were cleared by a mysterious power to create a spotless path.

A woman wearing a thin blue shirt walked in with bare feet. She had a tall and chiseled figure, and her cloud-like golden hair floated gently in the wind.

Her skin was like snow, her body graceful, and her two long, straight jade legs were incomparably attractive under the thin shroud. The blue tulle skirt split a long slit with the pace of her walking. Her long glistening white legs were perfectly exposed from the toes to the thighs. The image was so beautiful it caused palpitations in the heart.

Presently, Athena was considered the most beautiful of her generation. But compared with this one who came in, one would feel she was a bit less attractive…

Perhaps, this Athena was a newborn, while the flesh was a female puppet immortal.

However, the most eye-catching part of this woman in blue was her surroundings, where a silver, crescent moon was suspended mid-air. This caused her to radiate with a divine aura that wasn’t of this earth.

“So beautiful!”

true

mind, and his eyes gave a deadly stare at the visitor.

“Is that so?”

gently glanced

loud sound could be heard.

blow, the surging divine power, like a tsunami, swept through Donovan’s body, sending

the impact. The thick one, almost three or four meters in diameter, broke off

top of this shrine, broken stones were falling. A hole

her head

falling!” she giggled. “You still dare to live in such a temple? Maybe one day it will collapse… Or else you can give this temple to me first. I’m better at repairing it. I’ll help

seemed utterly devoid

perhaps that physical body of hers was finding it rather challenging to withstand Athena‘s original divine power. Her body seemed to be unable to support it. She was finding it difficult to use the scepter for support. But, she tried desperately to endure through the expression on her face. “No, I can handle a few tiny

that Donovan’s Chaos Bell had fallen

must be something