The Spiritual Pond on Phoenix Perch Mountain shimmered with fluorescent light. A person lay at the bottom of the pond.
His face was pale as paper, his lips bloodless, his eyes tightly shut. His breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible, like a Mu Jin statue that had slept for countless millennia.
His long hair spread through the water, swaying gently with the ripples like strands of black smoke.
Fuxi's true body had lain here for hundreds of thousands of years, yet it had never awakened.
Nuwa stood beside the Spiritual Pond, cradling a faint ball of light in her hands. It was Taihao's soul.
It pulsed softly in Nuwa's palm like a newly sprouted seed—fragile, yet brimming with vitality.
Nuwa slowly pressed Taihao's soul into Fuxi's brow.
After Fuxi's body absorbed it, his skin changed from pale to rosy, his shriveled muscles filled out again, his severed meridians reconnected, and his shattered bones healed.
His chest began to rise and fall. His breathing went from nonexistent to faint, then from faint to steady.
Golden Light of Merit burst from Fuxi's body. All the Merit Taihao had accumulated in the Earth Immortal Realm poured into this body that had slept for hundreds of thousands of years.
The Golden Light grew brighter and brighter. Nuwa remained crouched beside the Spiritual Pond, her hands braced on the Mu Jin edge as she stared unblinkingly at her brother's face.
Fuxi's eyes slowly opened.
His pupils were dark brown, like aged amber.
Those eyes looked at Nuwa. At first, they were unfocused, as though he were trying to recognize who she was. Then they gradually sharpened, gradually gaining light.
"Little sister..."
Fuxi lay at the bottom of the Spiritual Pond, looking up at the sky above the water.
His eyes held hundreds of