Chapter Seventy-Two: Don't Dare Disturb
Dusk was like ink, slowly staining the solitary, sheer mountain peak.
The last light of day streamed through the gaps in the clouds, outlining the two Saints standing atop the cliff in hazy golden edges. Fuxi's Dark Divination Robe fluttered slightly in the fierce mountain wind, while the Eight Trigrams patterns on his cuffs, which should have been in constant motion, were now dim and lusterless, as if covered in the dust of countless ages.
Nuwa stood silently at the edge of the cliff beside him. The stardust decorating her skirt with supreme Creation Divine Ability flickered with her slow breathing. The Red Embroidered Ball resting in her palm still retained some warmth, and the golden thread connecting it to the distant Small Courtyard still held the faintest, nearly imperceptible tug.
Their gazes pierced through the churning mist below and sank heavily onto the ordinary stone-walled Small Courtyard hidden in the mountain hollow.
A layer of pale silver light flowed like water, gently enveloping the Small Courtyard. It appeared thin, yet seemed capable of swallowing everything.
The Innate Tortoise Shell in Fuxi's sleeve transmitted a secret, splitting pain. It was a sign that the Heaven's Secret had been completely severed—and even rebounded against him—causing his Dao heart to tremble. In the Vegetable Plot, the morning frost on the radish leaves seemed to be inlaid with profound silver patterns, while the spreading veins of the Little White Cabbage subtly matched the trajectory of the Circulation of Stars.
Nuwa's slender fingertips trembled uncontrollably. The seemingly casual arrangement of the vegetation contained a natural, perfectly formed Dao Resonance of Creation, causing even this Saint who had once Molding Earth to Create Humans and Refining Stones to Mend the Heavens to feel an instinctive pang of agitation and shame.