It was an existence so great that no language could describe it.
It transcended the universe and the world.
It transcended time and space.
It transcended the cycle of life and death.
It transcended all things.
Nuwa's heart still harbored doubt. Is this real or an illusion? After all, as a Saint, she was not so easily deceived.
HUM.
At that moment, the great existence seemed to lower its gaze, looking towards her.
That gaze pierced through time, as if coming from the past, present, and future.
That gaze pierced through space, as if coming from above the heavens, beneath the earth, from all directions.
An invisible pressure swept in like a landslide and tsunami, cataclysmic and overwhelming.
Suddenly, Nuwa felt as if she were shouldering the universe.
Even with her Saint cultivation level, the pressure was immense.
She collapsed to the ground with a thud.
From the unseen, a force lashed her soul and whipped her will, demanding her submission and awe.
