A man in an ink-black robe patterned with clouds approached the Twelve Fantasy Palaces. His beauty was so breathtaking that gods and demons alike envied him. His skin was a pale shade of blue, his posture ramrod straight, and his expression cold. As he walked, the air instantly grew frigid. An ominous pressure filled everyone with fear. He was the legendary God of Death, known throughout the Three Realms as the Prince of the Underworld.
The Prince of the Underworld had come to the Twelve Fantasy Palaces to visit the sleeping princess. She wore a dazzling crown atop her head, and her long, slightly curled golden hair fell to her waist. Her skin was nearly translucent, her beautiful eyes were closed, and her pink lips were like the most exquisite roses. She wore a glittering golden princess gown that fell below her knees, and a faint, natural smile rested on her face.
The Prince of the Underworld called to the princess for a long while, but she remained fast asleep, as if she would never wake again.
Not long after the Prince of the Underworld left, the Demon Prince from the Demon Realm used an invisibility spell to enter the princess's chamber. His flowing, tousled hair framed features so perfect they seemed beyond flaw. His eyes shone like stars, and his lips were gently pressed together. His tender expression drew people in before they knew it. No wonder he was the most beautiful man in the Three Realms. Dressed all in white, he was peerlessly beautiful. He truly lived up to the saying: "The gentleman on the road is like jade, unmatched in all the world."
Wonderful, read again and again~! Everything is difficult at the beginning