Fellow Daoist!
I know you want to make a move, but please don't make a move first!
Hearing Wang Ming's words, Nüwa did not show any intention of calming down at all: "You tell me not to make a move, and I won't make a move!"
You think you are... who... ah!
Nüwa's just-raging emotions rapidly subsided, and then she slowly sat down, took a deep breath, and said calmly, Fellow Daoist!
I admit that I was impulsive just now, and please forgive me, Fellow Daoist.
As Nüwa relented,
the four walls around them began to twist and deform like a rippling lake, with thin gauze like smoke lingering between the four walls.
The aura that Nüwa had just erupted tore a faint light crack in this curtain as fragile as thin gauze.
The crack spread, seemingly guided by golden threads, flickering on and off.
In an instant, the originally empty and plain room peeled off like fallen leaves in the rain, and the mottled murals changed accordingly, turning into dark purple mist surrounding her side.
That ray of light violently cracked, and gloomy blue stars and light golden petals gushed out from within, like a rolling sea of stars, sweeping away the mortal cage.
The curtain dissipated, turning into the most authentic side of the high-dimensional space.
I saw that in the area ahead of them, more than sixty chessboards neither made of stone, wood, gold, nor iron were evenly arranged. Each chessboard was materialized from the purest energy and formed by the most profound spatial architecture.
What was most special was the aura emanating from each chessboard.
That was... the Dao!
The aura of the Dao.
A complete Dao was sealed within the chessboard.
Or rather, in each and every chessboard, a saint who had mastered a complete