Although she would not die, she could still lose a few layers of skin. Xuan Qing surely would not blame her, since this was the only solution she could think of.
Ignoring Fuxi's miserable cries, Han Xi ran off to Divine Water Lake to visit Nuwa again.
Over countless ages, this was the liveliest Azure Nether Island had ever been. Nuwa's arrival had added much more fun to her life.
And so, Nuwa and Fuxi fell into cultivation that was both joyous and painful.
Compared to Nuwa, Hong Yun had it far worse. Ever since he had offended that mysterious Daoist last time, he had not enjoyed a single peaceful day.
Whenever Hong Yun traveled through the Prehistoric Era, mysterious figures would occasionally leap out to ambush him. Though they could not seriously injure him, they still left him exhausted from dealing with them.
Hong Yun had completely lost the mood to travel and could only retreat to Wuzhuang Temple to complain to Zhen Yuanzi.
The moment Hong Yun returned to Wuzhuang Temple, he could not wait to pour out all his grievances to Zhen Yuanzi, leaving Zhen Yuanzi utterly bewildered.
Was the Prehistoric Era truly so dangerous? Zhen Yuanzi felt that staying in Wuzhuang Temple had been a wise decision. Otherwise, he might have suffered the same fate as Hong Yun.
"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, it is not that I wish to lecture you, but strength determines everything. With our strength, we are nothing remarkable in the Prehistoric Era. It would be best to work hard and improve our cultivation."
Having gone through this ordeal, Zhen Yuanzi hoped Hong Yun would understand the importance of strength and stop thinking about traveling the world every day.
"Hong Yun, you finally stopped running! Get out here!"
Before Hong Yun could even