Deep within the Northern Darkness.
Kunpeng's dojo.
Kunpeng leaped from the North Sea, his vast, enormous kun fish transforming into a sinister middle-aged taoist with a gloomy face, dressed in a black daoist robe.
He was none other than Old Ancestor Kunpeng.
"Kunpeng pays respects to the Saint."
"Mm." Nuwa gave a faint acknowledgment and said directly, "Kunpeng, hand over Dijun's Hetu Luoshu, and I can pardon you for the crime of desertion."
Kunpeng looked troubled at those words, hesitating to speak.
Nuwa frowned in displeasure. "What? Are my words no longer effective?"
Kunpeng hastily said, "No, no, no, Saint, you don't know this, I... the Hetu Luoshu I was safeguarding for Your Majesty was... was snatched away by The West when I returned to the North Sea."
Thus, Kunpeng recounted what had happened, crying bitterly all the while.
"Boundless Black Realm?"
"Devouring Power?"
Nuwa's expression turned somewhat strange. "Are you certain it was done by someone from The West?"
Kunpeng shook his head. "I'm not certain. I never saw what the other party looked like from beginning to end. He said himself that he was from The West."
"He not only stole the Hetu Luoshu that Old Ancestor I... was safeguarding for Your Majesty, but also took my Essence Blood and origin."
Thinking back on that previous encounter, Kunpeng had only one thing to say: he had been robbed blind.
Nuwa left.
She came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Kunpeng breathed a sigh of relief.
But his fate was still miserable.
No, wait!
Kunpeng hurriedly called out, "Saint! About pardoning my crimes..."
Nuwa's voice echoed by his ears. "You didn't give me the Hetu Luoshu, so why should I pardon you for the crime of betraying your race?"
Kunpeng: "..."
This was too bitter.
Elsewhere.
Nuwa