Nuwa Mends the Heavens

A cold wind blew beyond Mount Fuling; the Journey to the West began anew, and Sanzang returned.

The Holy Monk from Great Tang, guided by Fuxi Xuanhuang Celestial Worthy, found where the demons hid. Chanting the Great Light True Scripture, he pierced the Yellow-Robed King's Dharmic Treasure with a Buddhist spear, opening a breach. With four disciples and two guards, he was about to enter and deliver the demons.

Several miles away, demonic clouds rolled and foul miasma spread. The Gold and Silver Demon Kings came charging with their host to seize the Extraterrestrial Demon who had stolen treasures and thrown the world into chaos. Yet the False Kui Wood Wolf bore the fate of a Star Constellation, layered with arts from beyond. He recreated the omen of a baleful star: the White Tiger roared across the heavens, and countless Small Thousand Worlds watched a dark star turn bright.

As the verse went:

Dark clouds swallowed heaven and veiled the snowy moon; the Gilt Rope lay buried, ready to bind immortals.

True and false Star Constellations returned to their places; all the stars in heaven rang as one.

The Seven-Star Sword commanded ten thousand troops; who said fate was ordained by heaven?

The Gold and Silver Demon Kings sought to flee, diving into Reincarnation in search of life.

At the sight, Master Sanzang shuddered. Buddha-light shone from his eyes as he pressed his palms together and chanted Amitabha. Strange tones and immortal music began to play unseen between heaven and earth.

For a moment, it felt as though rain and wind were coming, the mountains darkening beneath a cold current rustling through ten thousand pines.

How was this possible?

He suddenly looked up. His Fiery Golden Eyes flashed as though they could pierce every illusion, while black and white swirled