The Legacy of Empress Nuwa (1)

The youngest? The shortest time? Wu Yuan muttered to himself. It had taken him two hundred and fifty million years.

And that counted as short?

"Thank you for helping me achieve this, Senior." Wu Yuan spoke from the heart.

"There's no need to thank me." White Emperor smiled faintly. He knew Wu Yuan had already grasped the basic cause and effect, and understood that Dream Dao and Bright Dao were opportunities, not simply dangers.

"If you must thank someone, thank Empress Nuwa. Everything here was left behind by her." White Emperor rose and came to Wu Yuan's side, then pointed toward the end of the divine hall. "Wu Yuan, look over there."

Wu Yuan followed his gaze.

"What's that?" Wu Yuan's pupils contracted.

Only then did he see the statue standing at the end of the divine hall. It wasn't very tall, less than ten meters, and looked inconspicuous in this magnificent hall.

In fact, Wu Yuan hadn't even noticed it earlier.

But as soon as his attention shifted and he began to focus on the statue, he sensed how extraordinary it was. She wore a white robe, her eyes lowered, warmth and serenity shining in her gaze. It was as if she embodied the Dao and eternity itself, bringing complete peace to Wu Yuan's heart and filling him with an instinctive sense of closeness and safety.

All fluctuations of the Dao seemed to vanish around the statue.

Wu Yuan remained outwardly composed, but a storm had already risen within him. He was incredibly powerful now. With an eternal heart, even the arrival of a True Saint would scarcely be able to shake his heart and consciousness.

And what stood before him was merely a statue, not even the true body of a powerful being.

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