Her body was no longer trembling—it was vibrating with cosmic resonance, humming with unreleased power that threatened to tear reality at the seams.
Zhang Ruoyun didn't just glow anymore. She blazed like a newborn star, her skin shimmering like star-forged silk woven from the essence of creation itself. Veins laced with molten light created intricate patterns across her flesh, streaks of different kind of phoenix aura threading across her neck, between her big peaky breasts, down her juicy thighs in ancient markings that pulsed to the rhythm of her increasingly desperate breath.
Her hair spilled in all directions like liquid shadow caught in cosmic winds, each strand defying gravity as the force building between them distorted space itself. The air around her rippled with heat waves of pure desire and divine energy.
