Under the night sky, the world was tranquil.
Beyond the Northwest Sea, at the corner of the vast wilderness, Buzhou Mountain reached the clouds like a giant, supporting heaven and earth.
"Brother, do not go!"
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Zhu Rong with tear-filled eyes pleaded with Gong Gong, "If you go and never return, what then?"
"Then I shall never return!"
Gong Gong gave a generous smile and said, "Ever since the era of Hongmeng when the heavens and earth were separated, every 129,000 years, my Gong Gong clan must strike Buzhou Mountain to reshape the world; this is our Heavenly Destiny!"
"Dear brother, after ten thousand years of friendship, we must now part!"
Gong Gong finally managed to wriggle his hands free from Zhu Rong's grasp and strode towards Buzhou Mountain.
"No!"
Zhu Rong immediately rushed forward again, hugging his waist tightly, unwilling to let go even as she was being dragged along.
"Dear brother, let go!"
