Nuwa looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun with gratitude.
"Everything Nuwa has achieved today is thanks to your generous teachings, Dao Ancestor. Today, I offer my thanks for your great kindness."
Nuwa bowed deeply, expressing her gratitude to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Hongjun smiled faintly, his heart brimming with satisfaction.
"Your attainment of the Dao was a choice of fate, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, and a testament to your extraordinary gifts. There is no need to stand on such ceremony."
"Now that you have attained the Dao, you should naturally establish your own palace to display the majesty of a Saint."
Nuwa smiled faintly as she surveyed this layer of heaven.
"From this day forth, this heaven shall be called Wa Huang Heaven, and this place shall be Wa Huang Palace."
With a casual wave of her hand, a palace rose from the ground, its name emblazoned above the entrance in three great characters: Wa Huang Palace.
Hongjun watched all this with satisfaction.
"You have only just attained the Dao, Fellow Daoist. I should not disturb you further. Farewell."
A golden gleam flashed through Nuwa's eyes as she looked toward Buzhou Mountain.
The person she ought to thank most was that fellow.
She dearly wanted to go and show off her achievement to him, but ultimately restrained the impulse.
She was a Saint now. She could no longer act as freely as before.
For a time, peace returned to the Primordial World.
Yet an undercurrent was stirring.
Countless mighty figures of the Primordial World were making preparations, searching for their own opportunities to become Saints.
Every one of them was anxious, hoping to be the next fortunate soul.
The Three Pure Ones had traveled through the Primordial World for thousands of years. Though they had gained much, it was not enough to