Nuwa's heart clenched.
The next second, Ling Zhuzi burst out of the storm, covered head to toe in grayish-white Chaotic Qi. His hair stood on end like a hedgehog's, and his little topknot had tilted to one side, but the Storage Bag in his arms was still there, and he himself was unhurt.
He looked back at the storm, stuck out his tongue mischievously, and continued charging forward.
Nuwa reclined on the Cloud Bed, watching the bouncing little figure in the water screen, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly.
"This silly child, don't go the wrong way..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ling Zhuzi indeed veered off course and rushed toward the depths of Chaos.
Nuwa helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead. "I knew it..."
She tapped the air with her fingertips.
A faint thread of Spiritual Sense passed through Chaos and landed on Ling Zhuzi, like an invisible string gently tugging him.
Ling Zhuzi was pulled around in another direction. Knowing that his Empress was helping him, he shouted into the void.
"Thank you, Empress!"
Nuwa could not help laughing aloud. Her fingertips hovered in midair as she watched the little boy adjust his direction under the guidance and bounce all the way toward the Prehistoric World before slowly withdrawing her Spiritual Sense.
Ling Zhuzi passed through Chaos, crossed the Primordial Fetal Membrane, and entered the skies above the Four Great Continents.
Dongsheng Shenzhou spread out beneath him. Its cities resembled chessboards, its fields brocade, and its rivers ribbons, glimmering silver beneath the sunlight.
Ling Zhuzi glanced down and let out a cry.
"So pretty!"
He had stayed in Wa Huang Palace for thousands of years and had never traveled far from home. This was the first time he had truly seen the Prehistoric World beyond Wa