Within Wa Huang Palace, auspicious light drifted through the air, and the Dao's aura permeated everything.
Chen Song brought Big White before the Nuwa Saint, who sat high upon a Cloud Bed, and formally bowed as he reported back.
"Your disciple Chen Song greets Martial Uncle. By Martial Uncle's decree, I did my humble best to guide humanity in comprehending the ways of survival. Humanity has now begun to master nest-building, fire-making, and clothing-making. Their foundations are gradually stabilizing, and their fortune has emerged. I have come specifically to report back to Martial Uncle." Chen Song's words were flawless, his manner respectful, perfectly demonstrating what it meant to take no credit after accomplishing a deed.
"Martial Uncle, I've completed the task you gave me. I was thinking it was about time for me to return to Kunlun Mountain and visit my Master and the other Martial Uncles."
The Nuwa Saint slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was calm as still water. It first settled upon Chen Song, and she nodded slightly. "Good." Then her gaze swept over Big White, who stood nearby, somewhat tense within a Saint's sacred grounds and trying hard to curl himself into a little ball of white fur. There seemed to be a faint trace of... understanding in her eyes?
Just as the echoes of the Nuwa Saint's "Good" still lingered through the hall, and Chen Song had just breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to take his leave—
A sudden change erupted!
"Buzzz—!!!"
A vast, pure, incomparably blazing force of faith and aspiration surged forth like a breached river of stars, like sacred fire sweeping across a prairie. It ignored most of the spatial barriers and formations outside Wa Huang Palace. Perhaps because this power originated purely from humanity and shared the same source