Just then.
In the dim void of the Netherworld Underworld, where daylight never shone, a barely perceptible strange ripple suddenly spread.
A profoundly mysterious power of laws, containing boundless vitality and creation, silently began to flow above the Hall of Reincarnation.
There was no grand spectacle of purple qi arriving from the east for thirty thousand li, nor were there heavenly flowers raining down or saintly phenomena filling the sky.
Saintess Nuwa concealed all the grandeur of a Saint, descending silently into the Hall of Reincarnation like an ordinary female immortal cultivator.
She wore a moon-white palace gown, and an unmistakable weariness and exhaustion lingered on her face.
The instant the Creation Laws appeared, Ye Xuan and Houtu sensed the visitor.
The two immediately set aside what they were doing and went forward side by side to greet her.
"Greetings, Senior Sister Nuwa." Houtu gave a slight nod and offered the courtesy due between peers.
Ye Xuan also cupped his hands lightly and said evenly, "Why has Saintess Nuwa come to our Netherworld Underworld today instead of cultivating quietly in Empress Wa's Palace?"
Nuwa looked at the pair of Dao companions before her, their auras intertwined, and a trace of complex emotion flickered through her eyes.
She let out a soft sigh. It echoed through the Hall of Reincarnation, carrying a hint of bitterness and helplessness.
"I have come uninvited this time because I have a favor to ask of you both." Nuwa set aside the bearing of a Saint, her tone earnest.
Hearing this, Houtu's expression shifted slightly as she asked softly, "Why say such a thing, Senior Sister? If there is anywhere the Netherworld can be of use, simply speak."
Nuwa took a deep breath, and a sorrowful look surfaced on her peerless face.
She spoke frankly. "The