Outside Huoyun Cave, Divine Radiance of Creation crashed down with a roar, and the sacred fire atop the cave crackled violently.
"Big... brother!"
Fuxi had been inside studying the Eight Trigrams Diagram. He had just calculated an "omen of great misfortune" when, upon hearing that familiar voice, his hand trembled uncontrollably.
Nuwa cleared her throat, her voice passing through the gale winds within Huoyun Cave:
"Fuxi, stop playing dead. Come out and welcome your dear little sister."
Xuanyuan and Shennong immediately acted as though it had nothing to do with them, hanging themselves high above the matter.
Fuxi dawdled as he used Vast Horizon to open Huoyun Cave's restriction, poked his head out, and forced a smile.
"Little sister, what brings you here today...?"
Nuwa cut him off directly. "You're far too idle in Huoyun Cave. I've found you some proper work."
Fuxi's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelids twitched wildly. "...Go on. I'm listening."
Nuwa pointed west. "Starting today, go pay a visit to the West. Talk to those monks about life and ideals."
Fuxi's face turned green.
"Wait... Nuwa, I am the Human Emperor, the progenitor of the Eight Trigrams. You want me to mingle with those Western monks?"
Nuwa raised a brow. "Why not? You spend every day playing with divinations in Huoyun Cave. You're so idle you're practically growing mushrooms. I'm doing this for your own good, training your body and mind."
Fuxi looked like he wanted to cry. "Can I refuse?"
Nuwa smiled faintly. A Heaven-Mending Divine Blade condensed in her left hand. With a slight release, Huoyun Cave's ancient restriction let out an overwhelmed hum. "You tell me."
Within Huoyun Cave, countless humans were farming, weaving, offering sacrifices, and laboring.
Suddenly, they felt the sky above them sink slightly. A sacred yet oppressive