The solitary peak towered into the heavens, with the biting celestial wind howling and spiraling around its summit.
Nuwa stood quietly at the edge of the cliff. Her long jade-green dress seemed to have dyed all the drifting clouds across the sky, its hem fluttering in the wind like clouds hanging from the heavens. The tips of her toes lightly touched the exposed rock ridge, and her figure was as ethereal as smoke.
The mountain wind swept through her ink-black hair, and a few strands brushed across her fair cheeks. She remained completely unaware of it, merely gazing at the ordinary Small Courtyard hidden in the thin mist a thousand zhang away.
Within those eyes that contained the Creation of the Primordial Wilderness, seven-colored radiance flowed without end, like a surging river of stars, reflecting the mysteries of heaven and earth.
Fuxi stood half a step away at her side. The Eight Trigrams patterns embroidered on his Dark Divination Robe flickered on and off, while a layer of faint, indistinct power of deduction enveloped his body.
However, when that vast, ocean-like power touched the void around the Small Courtyard, it seemed to strike an invisible, intangible yet utterly indestructible barrier. It silently collapsed and vanished into nothingness without stirring even the slightest ripple.
Nuwa's pupils narrowed slightly. Her gaze pierced through the swirling mountain mist, taking in every subtle scene within the Small Courtyard—
That seemingly ordinary Vegetable Plot concealed astonishing mysteries. Golden Patterns shimmered across the veins of each Little White Cabbage leaf, like molten gold slowly flowing within them. The frost crystals condensed on the Radish Leaves were edged with a ring of fine silver radiance. Even the weeds stubbornly growing through the gaps in the fence had flower buds no larger than grains of rice blooming at