Indeed, although a primordial unity great immortal did not need to entrust their primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao as a Saint did, the Witch Race, to whom Houtu's emotional attachments lay, still lived under its constraints. In that sense, even she could not truly live carefree and unfettered.
At that thought, Gungun fell silent.
A cup of tea's worth of time later, it rose into the air on its Heavenly Emperor's throne, left the Netherworld, and flew toward the Heavenly Court.
Meanwhile, inside High Firmament Hall in the Heavenly Court.
Nuwa sat in the seat that had originally belonged to Haotian, resting with her eyes closed as she waited for Gungun's return. Soaring Serpent surveyed the hall with interest. As for Ao Yue...
He was standing beside Nuwa, his head bowed as he attended her.
There was no helping it. When a Saint paid a visit, even the Heavenly Sovereign had to attend her personally.
"It's back!" Before long, Nuwa opened her eyes and spoke calmly.
At her words, Ao Yue sensed something too and turned toward the entrance. A fat bear seated upon an imperial throne was flying into the hall.
About an incense stick's worth of time later, Nuwa left the Heavenly Court with Soaring Serpent, a trace of disappointment on her face. Clearly, she had tried both threats and enticements, but that bear simply refused to swallow either oil or salt, insisting that it did not have the Kongtong Seal on it.
That resolute attitude, those bright eyes, that aggrieved expression... Even Nuwa could not help wondering whether she had truly guessed wrong.
But the Kongtong Seal was in the Land of Black and White. That was a heavenly secret she had painstakingly divined; there could be no mistake. If the Land of Black