The tender white skin emitted a faint rosy color beneath the warm glow.
With her eyes gently closed, her stunning visage shed the ferocity and wildness of her lifetime, gaining a touch of gentleness and softness instead.
She sat serenely, her breath still, without a sign of life, yet she seemed as if she were still alive.
It was unmistakably a corpse, yet it exuded an awe-inspiring sense of noble solitude.
Li Muyang stood by the lotus pond, looking at the Immortal's Corpse before him with astonishment, his expression one of bewilderment.
In his daze, he truly felt as if he had seen the Ink Fairy who lived ten thousand years ago come to life.
Li Muyang sighed and said, "An Immortal's Corpse..."
To become an Immortal and achieve the Dao, one's spirit must become solidified, breaking free from the constraints of the physical body, achieving everlasting life.
It was like a cicada shedding its shell, casting off the mortal coil, henceforth unbound.