Huaxu had been pregnant for a full twelve years. Suiming Clan had waited so long the flowers had withered; if she still did not give birth, he would be done for.
How many twelve-year spans did a mortal have in a lifetime? The young girl whose eyes and brows had once been so lively now bore the marks of time at the corners of her eyes. Yet whenever she touched her belly, her gaze still held a tender anticipation for her child.
Then one day, auspicious clouds filled the sky above the stone house deep in the mountains, purple qi soared into the heavens, and tens of thousands of golden rays descended from the Ninth Heaven. Spiritual birds circled and sang, while the grass and trees were dyed in rosy light.
The movement in Huaxu's womb suddenly intensified, yet there was no pain. Instead, it felt like a spring breeze caressing her.
With a clear cry, Fuxi was born!
He could speak and walk the moment he touched the ground.
Suiming Clan was dumbfounded at the sight. Was this not a little too outrageous? Even Huaxu was somewhat at a loss. It had to be because her prenatal education was good. Yes, that was definitely it.
The chief priest laughed. "Congratulations!"
Xuandu also let out a sigh of relief. The agonizing wait was finally over.
From then on, Huaxu took Fuxi down the mountain to live. As for Fuxi's cultivation, Xuandu no longer needed to worry about it. Everything in the Primordial World contained laws; he needed no cultivation method to enter the path in an instant.
Xuandu looked at Fuxi beside him and felt that he had come here merely to make up the numbers.
Fuxi gradually grew older, and his bearing became ever more extraordinary.
At last, someone