Auspicious clouds split the sky, golden light pierced the sun, and they traveled between millions of peaks, skimming over the wondrous sight of a world where clouds churned and mist drifted. The closer they came to Buzhou Mountain, the heavier the ancient, desolate aura became. It was the lingering pressure of Great God Pangu, like a sigh from when the heavens and earth were first born, still rumbling through the mountain range's veins.
The Buzhou Mountain Range stretched across billions of miles, spanning heaven and earth like a sleeping primordial giant. Its spine propped up the firmament as it lay quietly upon the Primordial World.
Upon reaching the mountain region, the auspicious clouds dispersed, and Su Yang and Nuwa slowly walked into the depths of the mountains.
When they reached a secluded valley, Nuwa suddenly halted. Her heart and mind trembled. In the darkness, Tianji stirred, and a thread of fate quietly descended. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and understanding dawned in her heart: this was where her opportunity to attain sainthood lay!
A pool lay hidden within the valley. The water was not water at all, but condensed liquid spiritual energy! Innate Spiritual Energy was so dense it nearly took form, bubbling upward in a misty haze, as though the purest origin of the entire world had gathered here.
Yet Nuwa slightly furrowed her brows. Though she knew her opportunity lay here, she could not glimpse its true meaning. All she felt was layer upon layer of fog, leaving her utterly perplexed.
"Why not imitate Great God Pangu and reshape a race?"
Su Yang's voice drifted over, calm and light, like thunder splitting the primordial chaos.
In an instant, inspiration flashed! Nuwa's mind shook like thunder. It was as if the heavenly gate had opened, and countless clues instantly connected.