There was a reason she loved and hated this particular God the most.
Bai Shui's clenched fists hardened as she locked eyes with his golden ones.
He was so proud.
If pride had any other name, it would have been his.
He was the one that was the most convinced that she wasn't worthy of cultivating a definite form and prevented that from ever happening. The one that despised her the most, as if her very existence was like the worm that bored deep into his glorious rule as a primordial God.
Bai Shui tilted her head awfully like a vengeful ghost who had just discovered the one who once butchered her to death. She could no longer fake that smile anymore. No one, except her could relate to how painful and humiliating it was to be forever called a ''formless dimension.''
An existence without any tangible shape or structure. No width or breath. No boundaries.
