The woman's figure was tall and straight, sitting on the back of a True Phoenix, with the blazing flames on the Phoenix's back isolated outside her surroundings.
The hem of her dress that reached down to her calves fluttered slightly, making a rustling sound amid the fierce flames and wild winds, swaying incessantly, like a golden lotus flower blooming to its extremes, ascending and sublimating.
Compared to the enormous figure beneath her, the woman seemed insignificantly tiny to the extreme, nearly invisible if one did not observe carefully.
But at this moment, in everyone's eyes, the woman's figure was even more striking than that of the Phoenix beneath her, marking her presence with an additional clarity.
How strange.
Although she was merely the size of a mustard seed sitting on the back of a True Phoenix, she left an impressive image at first glance.
Even in the eyes of ordinary people,
it was the woman they saw first,
