Ch. 1155 - Purple Silk Immortal Garment
“You’re quite capable,” the Dragon Maiden said.
“It’s you who’s a little disappointing if that’s all you’ve got,” Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.
“No need to rush. You won’t be leaving the North Sea today,” the Dragon Maiden answered coldly.
Behind her, a half-dragon, half-immortal celestial phantom slowly rose, it was her True Fate.
It was called half-dragon because, from the neck down, her True Fate’s form was covered in a thin layer of dragon scales. Two ancient dragon horns curved atop her head, massive and gray-brown, with exposed dragon bones intertwined and layered upon each other.
It was half-immortal because, apart from her dragon’s might, there was also a distinct immortal aura about her, a purity that was almost never seen in the Mortal Ascension Heaven.
Her face was flawless as frost, serene and cold, like a celestial maiden descending from the Ninth Sky. She wore the Purple Silk Immortal Garment, ranked ninety-second among the Grand Thousand Treasures.
Though it lacked offensive power, its defense was extraordinary. More than that, it was a thing of beauty, envied by every woman in the world, impervious to all forms of harm, as if blessed by divinity itself. It was both an amplifying and defensive divine artifact.
To possess two of the Grand Thousand Treasures at once, and in the Mortal Ascension Heaven of the Nine Heavens no less, made it clear that this Dragon Maiden’s origins were far from ordinary.
Brilliant light radiated from the Purple Silk Immortal Garment, colorful and dazzling like a rainbow, illuminating everything around her.
Her jade feet stepped lightly on the air as she closed her eyes, merging her body with her True Fate.
When she opened them again, it was as if heaven and earth were reversed, sun and moon overturned, the entire North Sea churned violently.
Xu Zimo immediately felt the crushing weight of her aura. His blood seemed to freeze within his veins; every hair on his body stood on end. A deep sense of peril gripped him.
The Dragon Maiden’s face was calm, neither joy nor anger showing.
She flicked her fingers lightly, and the sea before her split open, forming a sky-reaching corridor.