Then Nuwa raised her delicate hand slightly and gave a gentle tap. Pure, vast Power of Creation silently seeped into King Zhou's body like spring rain.
His body, hollowed out over the years by wine, lust, and wicked power, revived like withered wood in spring. His muscles, bones, blood, and qi rapidly reshaped, and in an instant, he was restored to the vigorous bearing of his prime.
The remaining Power of Creation surged directly into his sea of consciousness. Yet Nuwa did not shatter the Buddha Seal outright, merely allowing it to remain suspended overhead, its Buddha Light continuing to wash over him.
Her power formed a warm, luminous membrane that wrapped layer upon layer around King Zhou's Primordial Spirit through the gaps, protecting his true nature and reason while firmly shutting out the Buddhist Dao principles that corroded his mind.
The next moment, King Zhou, who had been sprawled on the ground and scared out of his wits, suddenly shuddered.
His Spirit Platform instantly became as clear as a mirror. His muddleheadedness and greed vanished like smoke, and memories of all those years of confusion and helplessness came flooding back.
He slowly rose to his feet. Not a trace of madness or cowardice remained; in its place stood an emperor's remorse and solemnity. He gave Nuwa a deep bow, his voice steady and respectful:
"Thank you, Empress Nuwa. Thank you, Holy Mother, for your great grace!"
Terror churned in King Zhou's heart as lingering fear filled him.
If the Holy Mother had not intervened to awaken him now, then in his previous state—controlled by the Buddha Seal and clouded in mind—he would surely have sunk deeper into beauty and slander, committing monstrous mistakes step by step.
By then, the feudal lords would have turned away, the court officials would