Rumble—rumble!
The starry sky swayed, the heavens chanted scriptures, strands of mysterious power interwove within the starry sky, and amidst this void where nothingness breeds existed a magnificent silhouette stepping out.
Doom—doom—doom.
As if ancient ancestors were chanting priestly hymns, like the mournful sounds of all spirits, this silhouette was ancient and profound, surrounded by strands of gentle aura, giving an impression as if spring breezes transform into rain.
Yet, this was not the most important part; the appearance of this phantom caused the entire starry sky to stagnate, within his spring breeze-like aura fused an inexplicable mysterious power, invoking a sensation as lofty as both heaven and earth.
"Brother!"
A sorrowful cry resonated, only to see Nuwa with tears brimming in her eyes, crying mournfully to this mysterious phantom as though she had found the dearest kin, finally uncovering the sanctuary of her soul.
