"The supreme being is selfless, the saint is without worries!"
As Fu Xi and Nuwa were about to gather the scattered Pangu Origin, a murmur resembling a dream echoed leisurely through the eternal void.
A crimson Other Shore Flower, as red as blood, quietly bloomed in the chaotic backdrop—flowers blossom unseen by leaves, leaves sprout unseen by flowers, eternally separated.
The Dream Goddess, barefoot and clad in red, stepped gracefully from the depths of the flower, with the hem of her dress swaying as if three thousand Big Dream Worlds were born and died along with it.
"Master Zi Xiao possesses incredible Divine Skills!"
Nuwa's face showed an expression of perfectly placed surprise, her gaze falling on the stunning Goddess returning from the Dream Realm.
"Humph, Master Taixu, you're certainly going to act treacherously."
Meng Wuyou gently lifted her snow-white chin and let out a sound that was part complaint and part reproach.
