Suddenly, beyond the Ninth Heaven, thunder rumbled soundlessly. A vast, boundless pressure descended with a boom, condensing into a pair of indifferent giant eyes that coldly peered down from the depths of the firmament. Heavenly Might was like a prison, instantly suppressing the energy around Nuwa. That supreme will, which ruled over the myriad Daos and viewed Saints as mere ants, sent a chill down her spine and shook her soul.
She immediately understood that the Heavenly Dao itself had descended to issue a warning. Gritting her teeth, she stopped her attack. Her teeth nearly cracked, frost covered her brows, and in the end, she forcefully suppressed her killing intent and quietly backed down.
Seated on the Cloud Bed, she pondered repeatedly before suddenly rising to her feet. She paced rapidly back and forth through the hall, her skirts fluttering as her thoughts churned.
"Golden Boy, prepare the Imperial Carriage."
Her voice was as clear as a spring, soothing to the ear and refreshing to the heart, like stones struck by a stream in spring, leaving one clear-minded and invigorated.
The Golden Boy standing nearby immediately responded. He bowed and accepted the order before hurrying off to prepare the Empress's ceremonial procession.
Nuwa boarded the carriage. Without veering even slightly, it headed straight west.
When a Saint traveled, Heaven and Earth were moved. Wherever the Imperial Carriage passed, a strange fragrance spread for three thousand miles, heavenly flowers fell like rain, and golden lotuses surged from the earth veins to form a long staircase. Auspicious clouds rolled out like brocade to create a road, colorful sparrows carrying omens of good fortune flew in circles around the beams, golden dragons soared through the sky to guard both sides of the carriage, and phoenixes spread their wings, leading a chorus of phoenix