May This Flame Give You a Little Warmth

As Dao Charm flowed, that scene slowly faded away, and heaven and earth once again returned to a boundless white expanse.

That had been Nuwa's true body. The one who had always appeared was likely her incarnation—or perhaps her soul.

In ancient times, she had once stood up for the Human Race, only to ultimately be defeated and confined by the Heavenly Dao within this small void of Holy Mother Palace. Unable to move again, she had been imprisoned for who knew how many years.

Li Changshou had anticipated such a possibility, but he had never expected to truly witness it with his own eyes. He had nearly failed to hold himself back.

This snowy-white world contained nothing at all, and the atmosphere in the pavilion was somewhat oppressive.

Li Changshou lowered his head and returned to where he had been sitting. He picked up his brush and continued drawing.

Nuwa sat quietly on the soft couch. Her emotions had collapsed for a brief instant, but she quickly returned to her earlier cold indifference. Her gaze fell upon the pool, and she seemed somewhat lost in thought.

As though nothing had happened.

A Sage, standing at the pinnacle of all living beings and high above all else, naturally did not wish others to see their wretched state—especially not a junior of her own.

Li Changshou recalled that when he had first arrived, Nuwa had cared greatly about how he addressed her. She had even reminded him not to casually call her Mother or Ancestor, deliberately making her relationship with the Human Race sound exceedingly distant.

She probably... could not bear it.

"Empress, let the flow of time return to normal."

Li Changshou said warmly, "Let me finish drawing this comic. I won't be in a hurry to leave.

"Besides, if