Abyss was sitting there kneeling facing the crowd.

She didn't wear the usual female shaman style with gold and silver jewelry all over her body and a delicate flower-embroidered skirt.

The kind that has a more national and historical feel, but the looks are not good enough.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, when she puts on those colorful outfits, she looks like a dancer. She has lost her sense of sanctity and cannot impress anyone at a glance.

Her clothes were designed by Yuan Wense and Jiu Fujin, which are more elegant and have a sense of design.

The main colors are blue, white, and black, creating a floating appearance.

Jiu Fujin likes to pursue the ultimate, and originally asked all the attendants of Abyss to wear white. Yuan Wense disagreed, thinking that it would be like toilet paper rolled into sperm, which looked too depressing.

The main color of Guanyin is white. White is closer to adjectives such as fairy and dust than any other color.

But white was also the color of mourning clothes in this era.

Therefore, use silver wisely.

Silver is a noble and fairy-like color. I heard that Abyss's clothes are made of silk spun by a very special kind of spider. Not only is it a bit defensive, it is also very sticky, so the silver powder sticks to it even more when dyed.

One of her skirts cost more than 300 taels of this high-grade fabric. It looked like a wedding dress, and it was very big. Without special training, she couldn't stand up and walk on her own.

There are also various designs for hairstyles. Although Abyss can support any hairstyle with his appearance, there is always one that is more extraordinary.

Every detail is handled perfectly.

She was sitting on her knees in the spacious hall, with her long skirt and shawl spread out like this. There was only a white to transparent glass hairpin in her black hair, and the rest was down, a pair of water drop-shaped hairpins.

The colorless and transparent glass earrings were sitting there, playing the piano.

Listening from a distance, the piano is silent.

Looking closely, the piano has no strings.

But no one dares to say that she is just showing off, but they think that this is what gods are like.

How could a deity play the harp so easily for mortals to listen to? She must be pursuing something extraordinary.

Okay, no music needed, just this picture.

So beautiful that it burns...

Breathtakingly beautiful...

It took a long time for her pretentious hand to move away from the piano. Every movement she made had been practiced countless times in the room beforehand.

She turned her head and smiled slightly, with a slight Mongolian accent in her voice, which gave her Chinese a somewhat otherworldly flavor: "It's a great pleasure to have friends from far away. Everyone, please take a seat."

When people enter this room, most of them have waiters kneeling to take off their shoes.

Those with smelly feet and those who are careless showed their timidity at this time. Because their feet stepped on the snow-white blanket, they couldn't help but feel guilty, and their aristocratic air was involuntarily dispelled.

Everyone knelt down on one side.

Abyss began to speak a verse in Manchu.

The general meaning is that a long time ago, the Empress Nuwa woke up alone in this world. She was bored, so she created some people for fun, and then gave birth to all things.

Empress Nuwa ascended to the upper world, but she was still full of goodwill towards her descendants, humans, so she would send a woman to awaken every few years, and then represent part of her will, that is, the goddess of fertility, to walk in the world.
Chapter completed!