Wa Huang Palace floated in the depths of Chaos, surrounded by endless grayish-white currents. Occasionally, fragments of stars streaked past from afar, trailing long tails of light.
Nuwa reclined on the Cloud Bed, with the Prehistoric World displayed in the water screen before her.
Peaceful Realm in Dongsheng Shenzhou was brightly lit, its cities stretching one after another as mortals lived and worked in peace.
Among the volcanoes of Nanzhan Buzhou, Farm Teachings Disciples were sorting out the Earth Veins, taming the violent fire-element Spiritual Qi into gentle Spirit Mist.
In a valley of Xiniu Hezhou, Disciples from the Spirit Plant Garden were grafting New Varieties.
Upon the Ice Plain of Beiju Luzhou, a Human Race Demon Hunting Squad was tracking a Zhuhuai, leaving a string of deep footprints in the snow.
She raised a hand and swept her fingertips through the air. The image in the water screen shifted to the Yaoguang Realm.
Farm Teachings Disciples practiced swordsmanship in the plaza, Sword Light flashing in all directions as Sword Qi soared into the heavens.
Inside the Scripture Hall, Xuan was teaching newly initiated Disciples.
The Marketplace at Myriad Treasures Gathering bustled with voices, bargaining cries rising one after another. A stall selling Spirit Fruit was surrounded by people. The vendor was a Lushuai whose transformation was incomplete, its tail still exposed and swaying back and forth.
This Prehistoric World was more beautiful than before.
Nuwa gave a soft laugh, but her smile carried an exhaustion she could not conceal.
What she had seen before was slaughter, plunder, schemes, and calculations.
The Demon Clan slaughtered cities, the Wu Race performed blood sacrifices, and the Human Race was treated as blood food, fleeing everywhere like sheep chased by wolves.
Now, things were different.
Now, she saw cities, lights, schools, farmland, and