Transplanting the Spirit Roots of the Three Immortal Islands, "Heavenly Pool Garden" by the Heavenly Lake

"Fellow Daoist Beiming!"

With the call, Fuxi turned into a streak of streaming light and swept over. After landing, he cupped his hands with an apologetic expression and said:

"Fellow Daoist, the Heavenly Court has only just been established, and there are countless affairs to attend to. I truly apologize for being unable to properly receive you.

"Once everything has settled down, I will personally host a banquet and invite you for a gathering."

"It is no matter." Bei Ming smiled faintly and said gently:

"As the Emperor Xi, you have the Demon Race's and Heavenly Court's many affairs to handle, and you must also guard against the Wu Clan's threat.

"The time the Dao Ancestor left you is limited. You must not slack off."

"Time waits for no one." Fuxi sighed, a trace of determination flashing deep in his eyes.

"The Wu Clan truly deserves to be called descendants of the Great God Pangu. They are indeed difficult to deal with, but they are not invincible.

"With the strength of the Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness, we will eventually be able to contend with them.

"Unless the Great God Pangu is reborn, I believe victory will ultimately belong to us."

Bei Ming said, "Given my position, I can only wish you good luck."

Fuxi smiled faintly. "That is enough."

"It is getting late." Bei Ming raised his head toward the boundless sky and said softly:

"Nüwa, Fuxi, I will take my leave first."

Fuxi cupped his hands. "Travel safely, Fellow Daoist."

Nüwa nodded slightly and said nothing further, merely watching him quietly in the wind.

The next instant, Bei Ming's figure turned into a streak of streaming light. He rode the wind and vanished into the endless heavens.

He carved a faint trail through the clouds overhead,