When her figure appeared above Jinao Island, the entire venue fell silent.
That pressure poured down from the heavens, like an invisible mountain pressing upon everyone's heads.
The Disciples below the stage held their breath, not daring to make a sound. Some had gone pale, some were sweating from their foreheads, and some were trembling even in their legs.
Nuwa descended from the clouds step by step.
Her pace was unhurried. With every step she took upon the void, golden lotus flowers bloomed beneath her feet.
The lotuses bloomed and vanished behind her, like a golden river flowing down from the sky.
Su Miao stepped forward to greet her and performed a junior's salute.
"Martial uncle Nuwa, you've come."
Nuwa's gaze fell upon her face and swept over her from head to toe.
"Your cultivation has improved considerably. Not bad."
With Miao Heng's current cultivation, she could already be considered the foremost person beneath the Saints.
Su Miao led Nuwa toward the center of the high platform.
Nuwa walked slowly, her gaze continuously sweeping across the crowd below the stage.
Su Miao noticed and leaned close to Nuwa's ear, whispering something.
Nuwa's pupils widened slightly, her lips trembled, and her eyes reddened.
The redness spread from the corners of her eyes to the edges, then filled her entire eye sockets, like a flower blooming in an instant.
"What did you say?"
Her voice trembled.
"Watch this competition carefully. There may be a surprise."
Nuwa looked at Su Miao, her eyes filled with shock, doubt, expectation, and fear. Those emotions surged over her like waves, one after another, drowning her.
Su Miao took her hand and gave it a gentle pat.
"Empress, please sit."
Nuwa drew a deep breath, swallowing it down, along with the emotions that had risen within her.