"I don't believe you really have another way!" Zhen Yuanzi stared at He Heng, his gaze filled with boundless ice.
He Heng's empty eyes surveyed the Three Realms and settled on someone. He said coldly, "Fuxi, you should understand what Heng wants you to do, shouldn't you?"
"Fuxi?" Zhen Yuanzi and all the powerful beings of the Primordial World turned their gazes toward the proud figure standing where Buzhou Mountain had collapsed.
Fuxi raised his head indifferently and looked at He Heng above him. Calmly, he said, "I understand. I only hope you'll keep your promise and give her a chance to live in the future."
"Heng's promises have never been empty."
Fuxi gave him one last look, then smiled coldly. His gaze swept beyond the chaos, and in an instant he transformed into his true form, with a human head and a serpent's body, tens of thousands of zhang tall. He braced the collapsing heavens, his body growing ever more enormous until it reached the earth. His bloodline resonated with it, and they became one.
"Brother!" In the chaos, Nuwa wept uncontrollably. As she watched her brother hold up the heavens and earth, every trace of a Saint's dignity left her. She was simply a younger sister who could not bear to lose her brother.
She abruptly rose, wanting to enter the Primordial World and see Fuxi one last time. But she discovered that her Heavenly Dao Sacred Power had been firmly locked away, leaving her unable to take even a single step outside Wa Huang Palace.
"How is this possible? Was it him?" Nuwa suddenly thought of He Heng's cold face, then collapsed to the ground in despair.
Just then, a childish voice sounded beside her.
"Your Majesty, please don't cry. You still have Little Ten with you!"