While they were talking.
Above their heads, the bloodshot and hideous eyeball was almost breaking through the sky, protruding irregularly.
Han Zhan could faintly hear its roar in his ear.
Nuwa turned her head and took one last look at Han Zhan and Shang Siteng.
Her figure seemed somewhat desolate, somewhat... lonely.
She stepped towards the black obelisk, leaving only her back.
"Take care of this world for me."
"From now on, it's up to you."
The black obelisk shattered with a sound, and within the shattered black stones was a sudden burst of golden light!
A golden obelisk revealed itself amidst the fragments of the black obelisk.
Nuwa's shadow merged step by step into the brilliantly shining golden obelisk.
The enigmatic hieroglyphs on the stone tablets came to life, peeling off one by one like agile tadpoles, floating in mid-air.
When all the symbols peeled off entirely from the obelisk, they gathered together, forming a unique scroll.
It was a picture.
