The wounds were hideous, dripping with blood, and there were countless penetrating wounds. The snake's tail was broken, the scales peeled off, and broken bones could even be vaguely seen protruding from the wounds.
He heard a trembling call from the horizon.
"...Fuxi?"
Tiandao turned back expressionlessly.
It was other saints who came one after another.
Nuwa's cultivation level is the lowest among the Six Saints, but at this time, she is the fastest among the Six Saints.
Because of its excessive speed, the strong wind tore through her defense. Her arms and snake tail were dripping with blood, but she seemed not to notice as she staggered over.
Tiandao called out: "Nuwa."
Nuwa didn't hear it.
She put a hand on her heart, her whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and she stared blankly at the corpse in the distance. Her whole figure seemed to have been poured down from the beginning to the end by the ice and snow of the North Sea, and was frozen to death.
Many people came one after another from the edge of the wilderness.
The blood of Daluo Jinxian scattered in the air contains endless spiritual energy. If a creature with a weak foot can swallow a few drops, it can even help it completely reborn.
But at this time, no one showed interest in blood, and everyone looked unbearable, lagging behind Nuwa.
"Nuwa." Tiandao spoke again.
Nuwa still looked like she was covering her heart, and she flew forward stiffly, one inch, two inches, slowly, and her eyes were fixed on the corpse without leaving even half an inch.
Tiandao heard her almost inaudible sobs.
"He said..."
Tiandao asked: "What?"
"What he said..." she murmured, "he told me before he left, saying that I couldn't leave the Wa Palace easily, so he wanted to find Qingguo alone, and he said he would be back soon..."
Di Jun and Tai Yi closed their eyes suddenly, sadness appeared on Tong Tian's face. Yuan Yu and Lao Tzu couldn't bear to shake their heads, while Zhunti and Jie Yin recited the rebirth mantra in a low voice.
"You said that we would have a child. You said that it would also have a gorgeous tail, and it would call me mother and your father..."
"You promised that we can teach it seriously to both men and women, how could you not keep your word..."
A few days ago, he just left the Wa Palace. Before leaving, he held her hand and said this to her with a smile.
"Fuxi!"
Nuwa suddenly let out a shrill scream, pushed away from the sky and ran to the bruised corpse. She hugged Fuxi's shoulders and clung to him, trembling and letting out a sharp and hoarse whine.
No one can know how sad Nuwa was when she lost Fuxi.
When Pangu first opened up the ancient world, they were hatched from the same egg, and the first person they saw at birth was each other.
At that time, the prehistoric times were full of crises, and even chaotic monsters invaded from time to time. They struggled to survive, search for food, and practice every day. They struggled on the edge of life and death every day, in mountains of swords, seas of fire, snowy fields, winds, and domes. They clung to each other and depended on each other.
Fuxi was stronger than she was born. Every time he rested in the wild, he would hold her in his arms and use his body to shield her from the cold wind at night.
But now, the icy cold wind blew through Fuxi's scarred body and into Nuwa's heart, blowing a bone-chilling chill.
"You clearly said that we will be together forever. As promised, there will be a day after thousands of years..."
"You promised that if we have children in the future, I will definitely be an excellent mother—"
Her cry was bitter, as if she had been soaked in coptis water, and tears fell from her eyes one after another.