The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware that a yellow sparrow lurked behind.
The snipe and clam fought, only for the fisherman to profit in the end.
In the flickering shadows, a Black Hand was manipulating the Chess Game from behind the scenes, laying out a chain of interlocking schemes.
Dao Ancestor Hong stood at the summit, launching a campaign against Nuwa... Even with the overwhelming might of the Heavenly Dao, Nuwa could no longer sit still. She had to personally enter the arena and face it with utmost seriousness.
Thus, it had actually become a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Someone had slipped in through the opening, leaving behind who knew what tricks.
The Ancient Mirror bloomed with a clear, hazy radiance. True and false, Virtual Reality, all the myriad phenomena had been thrown into confusion.
There was a true willow tree, a meticulous creation of Nuwa's. It stood in the eternal chaos, originally possessing a unique manifestation of the Dao marks.
Yet the world within the mirror had replicated this miracle of life, identical in every way!
That was only natural.
This divine mirror had the most glorious history. Even the Primordial World had once been reflected within it. Tempered by the supreme Human Dao, it had become the most wondrous divine artifact of creation.
What, then, was a willow tree... worth mentioning?
Between existence and nonexistence, everything became hazy.
When false was taken for true, true itself became false; where nothing was taken for something, something returned to nothing!
The figure beneath the tree vanished, as if it had never appeared at all.
The willow still drooped with ten thousand strands, as tranquil as ever. It waited for the day it would fulfill Nuwa's great dream of holding her head high: stealing Heaven and