Fuxi was dragged back into the area covered by Prison Lock Thunder Light by Luo Zheng and Nuwa, and lay on the ground, panting heavily.
The muscles in his arms had been blasted into powdered charcoal by the lightning. There was no pain at all—he could feel nothing.
Fortunately, only Fuxi's arms up to his elbows had extended beyond Prison Lock Thunder Light. Had he been pulled out any farther, his head would have been directly subjected to the lightning's baptism, and he might have died on the spot.
Nuwa reached out, and a length of withered branch appeared in her hand.
After she infused some of Wa Shadow's energy into the branch, it swiftly sprouted, growing two emerald-green leaves brimming with vitality.
She plucked the two leaves and gently laid them over Fuxi's hands. Fresh red flesh swiftly began to sprout on his charcoal-like arms, followed by muscles, meridians, and skin. A dozen or so breaths later, his injuries had healed completely.
After healing Fuxi, Nuwa saw Luo Zheng staring blankly into the distance. Puzzled, she asked, "What's wrong? Do you know those Long-Haired Monsters?"
Nuwa considered herself widely knowledgeable, yet she had never seen such strange creatures.
They could block lightning with their fur alone and summon a door at will. Was this a newly emerged faction in the Three Pure Heavens?
"I don't know those Long-Haired Monsters," Luo Zheng said, shaking his head, "but I know That Door..."
"The door... it seemed to be fashioned from space rules. Have you seen it before?" Nuwa asked.
Luo Zheng nodded. "Lady Nuwa, do you know the young girl who was always with Ying Lao?"
"You mean Ling Shuang?" Nuwa asked.
Although Ling Shuang was only a disciple of Supreme One Mountain, she was, after all, Ying Lao's most cherished