The collision of the two realms caused the barriers of the Journey to the West World to shatter, space to warp, and the laws to fall into chaos, resembling the end of the world.
Right at that moment,
Amidst the shattered landscape of the Journey to the West World, a goddess slowly emerged, a five-colored halo suspended behind the back of her head, dressed in plain robes and a long skirt, her form adorned with serpent-tail ornaments.
"Demon Ancestor Rahu!"
The goddess's eyes were like stars, her brows like distant painted hills, her lips like cherry dots, and her nose like white jade; her round and gentle face combined both compassion and majesty. Her slender figure was as graceful as a crane, and as she walked, her garments fluttered gracefully, accompanied by the Dao patterns and rhythms of mountains and rivers.
With every step she took, the Principles of the Dao flickered in birth and destruction, and a majestic sage might spread forth overwhelmingly, forcefully repairing and stabilizing the space ahead that had been thrown into chaos by the collision of the two realms.
"You are... Nüwa?"
The goddess spoke in a low voice, and though it was not loud, it seemed to pierce through the two battlefields, resounding between heaven and earth.
Demon Ancestor Rahu halted his killing spree and looked at Nüwa as she came up to meet him.
After a brief moment of astonishment, a smile immediately appeared at the corner of his lips as he said, "Nüwa! You, someone who attained sainthood through merit, have walked up to me so openly and boldly. Who gave you such confidence?"
Demon Ancestor Rahu glanced sideways at the mountain and river Dao patterns flowing around Nüwa's body, as well