Nuwa gently touched the belly of Huaxu's daughter.
Her belly, which had shown no movement for so long, finally began to ache.
Before long, she gave birth to a baby boy.
A wondrous fragrance suffused the child's entire body. His eyes shone brightly, and a lotus-shaped birthmark adorned his brow.
"Let him be called Fuxi!"
Huaxu's daughter was briefly taken aback.
Fuxi, Fuxi. What a fine name.
"Thank you, Empress Nuwa, for naming my son. I am endlessly grateful."
Nuwa sighed softly.
"Put the child down and come with me. Fuxi's future is not something you or I can influence. He has his own path ahead."
Huaxu's daughter was instantly alarmed. She clutched the baby tightly, refusing to let go.
"Empress Nuwa, please don't! He is only a child. He needs someone to protect him. Otherwise, how will he survive?"
Nuwa shook her head helplessly.
"That will depend on Heaven's will. Come, return to the Wa Huang Palace with me."
Nuwa waved her hand.
Huaxu's daughter returned to the Wa Huang Palace with her.
Suddenly deprived of his mother, Fuxi began wailing.
At that moment, he had yet to recover his memories.
His cries immediately drew the nearby Thunder Dragon's attention.
The Thunder Dragon silently coiled beside the infant, guarding him.
When thirsty, he drank morning dew; when hungry, he ate spirit fruits.
Before anyone knew it, fifteen years had passed since Fuxi's reincarnation.
He had now grown into a robust young man.
Lightning wreathed his entire body, making him look like a god of thunder.
He lightly touched his brow, took out the River Diagram and Luo Book, and began studying them closely.
Fifteen years of such days had passed, and he had gradually come to understand his mission.
"Uncle Thunder, I must leave the mountain. The Human Race