Nuwa's eyes suddenly lit up, as if sparks of starlight had flashed through them. "That makes sense." She raised her eyes to look directly at Kunpeng, her voice like a clear spring striking stone. "The Yao Race Destiny is withered now, and the hope of revival is as faint as a firefly's glow. Yet so long as a single thread of life remains, we must not slacken. If the Yao race faces a crisis in the future and needs your strength, will you answer the call?"
"At Your Ladyship's command!" Kunpeng dropped to both knees, every word striking the ground. "Kunpeng was born of the Yao race's flesh and blood, and in death shall be its soul. Wherever your decree points, I will go through fire and water, and not refuse even ten thousand deaths!"
"Mm." Nuwa nodded, her expression easing somewhat. "Go. Return to the Northern Abyss and patiently wait. I have my own arrangements."
"Kunpeng takes his leave!" He bowed deeply, then rose and transformed into a Golden Winged Great Roc. Soaring high on the wind, his cloudlike wings tore the sky as he flew straight toward the Northern Abyss.
As the palace doors closed, Nuwa summoned the Golden Phoenix Fairy Maiden to prepare her carriage. When the imperial carriage set out, immortal music descended from the Ninth Heaven, like pearls and jade rolling across a platter, flowing on without end. Auspicious mist followed in its wake, while unusual fragrance drifted through the air, refreshing the heart and spleen.
Only to see ten thousand zhang of auspicious light burst forth, misty vapors surging across the four wilds. Its vast momentum stretched three thousand li, linking directly to the vault of the Heavenly Realm—this place was named Firecloud. Pines crouched like Azure Dragons, their scaly bark grim and imposing;