Bei Ming turned to look at Mystic Turtle. "Back then, without your help, fellow Daoist, how could there be the Bei Ming of today?
"Icing on the cake is easy; providing charcoal in snowy weather is hard."
Hearing this, Mystic Turtle burst into hearty laughter. "This old turtle muddled through the Dragon-Han Cataclysm in the North Sea.
"The one rare investment I made ended up earning me a fortune."
His laughter was filled with pure delight.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing out over the North Sea, as though they had returned to countless Yuanhui ago.
Back then, there had been no Wen Zu, no Saints, and no Bei Ming whose might shook the Primordial Wilderness—only two living beings cultivating in the North Sea.
After a long while, Bei Ming said softly:
"On the eve of parting, I have taken one last look at the North Sea and bid farewell to my first fellow Daoist. I have no regrets."
The smile on Mystic Turtle's face faded, and he grew serious.
"Before the Primordial Wilderness perishes, will we still be able to meet again?"
Bei Ming did not answer. He looked toward the chaos beyond the heavens, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
In the next instant, his figure turned illusory, bit by bit transforming into motes of light that scattered with the wind.
The sea breeze still blew, the waves still surged, and the setting sun still hung between sea and sky.
Only that figure had vanished without a trace.
Above the sea, the tide sounded in waves.
Mystic Turtle stood where he was for a long, long time without leaving.
Mount Qixi · Creation Palace
Before entering seclusion, Nüwa released all the new Innate Human Race members from the Mountains and Rivers State Chart and sent them to Huoyun