A brilliant, dazzling beam of golden light burst from his fingertips. Like a meteor chasing the moon, it tore through layers of clouds and passed unobstructed through the roof and curtains of Nuwa Palace.
Carrying an irresistible, profound force, it precisely entered the body of King Zhou, who stood before Nuwa's sacred statue with his mind already wavering.
The instant the golden light entered his body, King Zhou felt a warm yet domineering power surge through his limbs and bones, shooting straight toward his Spirit Platform.
His thoughts, which had been stirred by the sight of the sacred statue, jolted violently. His once-clear mind was instantly consumed by an inexplicable restlessness and obsession, while an indescribable frenzy and infatuation suddenly filled his eyes.
Above the void, Zhunti watched this unfold, the smile on his lips growing deeper. He joined his palms and bowed to Jieyin. The two exchanged a smile, then transformed into two streaks of golden light and silently vanished into the Deep Void without leaving a trace.
Incense smoke curled through the hall as the wind stirred the curtains, making Nuwa's statue appear even more dignified and peerless.
Gazing at that heavenly beauty, surrounded by countless streams of auspicious colors, King Zhou felt his heart sway and his soul drift away.
Though his harem contained countless beautiful women of every kind, none could compare to even half of Nuwa's divine charm in his eyes.
The longer he looked, the more agitated his heart became, until uncontrollable admiration and reckless desire rushed to his head.
He suddenly flicked his sleeve and shouted:
"Guards! Bring me paper and ink!"
The attendants at his side did not dare delay. They hurriedly presented the Four Treasures of the Study and spread out a sheet of plain silk.
King Zhou picked up the