The three Great Awakening Saints had exhausted their minds and spirits in their deduction. How could they be willing to abandon it halfway?
They shouted in unison, their voices like the beating of Great Dao war drums, shaking the void for hundreds of millions of miles. In an instant, countless dazzling colors burst forth, illuminating the Eight Wastelands and Six Harmonies. The light showed no regard for status, gentle as spring water, yet it possessed an unshakable, awe-inspiring bearing.
Empress Nuwa raised her delicate hand. With a tap of her fingertip against her brow, auspicious clouds instantly formed, spreading silently above her head like smoke and mist.
The five qi within her chest surged like wheels, solid as millstones. With the slightest stirring, Saintly Majesty erupted like thunder, rushing straight toward them.
Deep within the auspicious clouds, the three flowers slowly bloomed. At the center, a purple lotus as large as a bushel blossomed, its seedpod full and plump, every seed containing dense, virtuous purple qi. A wisp of dark green Demonic Aura rose languidly from the lotus heart, suddenly transforming into a delicate little snake. It flicked its tongue and hissed, cold light flashing repeatedly in its eyes. Multicolored radiance flowed around its body, making it seem almost alive.
The little snake twisted and swam nimbly through the auspicious clouds, endlessly swallowing and exhaling. Milky-white saliva constantly leaked from its mouth, glistening like grease—this was the Poisonous Saliva gestated from Nuwa's origin, which specifically corroded the soul. The slightest contact would cause it to disperse, yet at this moment, a faint fragrance drifted through the air, fresh and refreshing.
As the snake's shadow moved, hazy purple qi circulated with it. The auspicious clouds grew more luxuriant, the three flowers brighter, and the five qi fiercer. Layer upon layer of