They were the first batch of human beings created by Goddess Nvywa herself. Naturally, they remembered her appearance.
Even after a million years, he had never forgotten about it.
A million years had passed. They all thought that the Saint Mother who gave them life had already forgotten them.
That calamity had made them even more heartbroken.
But now, they saw their Saint Mother again. They knew that their Saint Mother had not forgotten them.
The dragon of fate that had been soaring in the sky descended and circled around Nuwa, flying happily.
The human race was created by Goddess Nvywa. Naturally, this dragon of fate was also her child.
Now, the child would definitely be happy to see his mother.
Goddess Nvywa looked at the long dragon of fate that surrounded her. She reached out and gently stroked the lifelike dragon head. There was a kind smile on her face.
After circling around Nuwa dozens of times, the dragon suddenly turned its head and looked at Zhao Gongming.
The moment it saw Zhao Gongming, it paused for a moment. Then, it suddenly gave up on Nuwa and stuck its head toward Zhao Gongming.
Zhao Gongming, who was watching the show from the side, was shocked by the fate dragon's actions.
The huge dragon head came close to him and kept rubbing against his body. What was too much was that this fellow actually burrowed its head into his arms.
Looking at this dragon of luck, Zhao Gongming suddenly thought of the husky he had raised in his previous life.
Every time he played with the husky, that fellow would always be like this lucky dragon, always holding its head and burrowing into his arms.
What…what was going on?
Suiren and the other two kneeling on the ground were petrified when they saw this.
They had accompanied the dragon of fate for a million years in the ancestral temple, but even so, the dragon of fate had ignored them.
But now, an inhuman cultivator had come, and the dragon of fate had taken the initiative to get close to him.
Not only Suiren and the other two, but even Nuwa was stunned by what she saw.
This providence dragon had long been sentient. As a giant dragon formed by the providence of the human race, it would only be close to the human race.
Although she wasn't a human, she was the mother of the dragon. It was reasonable for the dragon to be close to it.
However, Zhao Gongming was not a human and had nothing to do with the human race. Why was this fate dragon so close to him?
Looking at the fate dragon whose head had burrowed into Zhao Gongming's embrace, this closeness was even greater than hers.
Zhao Gongming stood there, his palm gently stroking the big dragon head in his arms. He felt a little scared.
His predecessor was indeed a human, but he was just an ordinary human. Logically speaking, this fate dragon should not be so close to him.
What exactly went wrong?
Zhao Gongming couldn't figure it out, the Three Ancestors of the Human Race couldn't figure it out, and even Goddess Nvywa couldn't figure it out.
At a certain moment, the fate dragon suddenly left his embrace and soared into the sky. It circled the clouds for a few rounds before plunging down fiercely.
The gigantic dragon descended straight at Zhao Gongming.
Zhao Gongming's first reaction was to dodge when he saw the Fate Dragon swooping down like a bomber.
However, the moment he lifted his foot, it fell back down.
There was a strange feeling in his heart. This fate dragon would definitely not hurt him.
"Be careful, dodge quickly." Suiren couldn't help but shout.
Zhao Gongming stood there and looked up at the descending dragon of fate. He did not dodge.
Nüwa, who was standing at the side, raised her eyebrows slightly. In the end, she did not make a move.
As they watched, the fate dragon descended and hit Zhao Gongming's head. Then, it drilled through Zhao Gongming's body.
When the entire dragon body passed through Zhao Gongming's body, the fate dragon flew up again and entered the human ancestral temple.
Zhao Gongming stood there and looked at the fate dragon that had entered the ancestral temple. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
He did not expect that the fate dragon would actually connect his fate with the fate of the human race in this way.
After a short stay on Mount Shouyang, Goddess Nvywa left and returned to Emperor Nvywa Palace outside the 33 Levels of Heaven. Zhao Gongming did not stay too long.
After leaving Mount Shouyang, Zhao Gongming did not rush back to Mount Emei. Instead, he continued to head west.
He flew alone in the air. After flying for ten years, an indomitable mountain appeared in front of him.
This was the number one divine mountain in the Untainted Land, Mount Buzhou, which was transformed from the backbone of the Father God Pangu.
Later generations had heard many legends about Buzhou Mountain. Since he had come to the Wilderness, Zhao Gongming naturally wanted to visit Buzhou Mountain.
Back then, Mount Buzhou was filled with countless living beings. Fuxi and Nuwa were also born on Mount Buzhou.
This place had once nurtured many heavenly and earthly treasures. After hundreds of millions of years, all the spiritual treasures here had long been plundered.
Since the rise of the Sorcerer Tribe, the vicinity of Mount Buzhou had become the Sorcerer Tribe's territory. Outsiders could not enter at all.
On the vast land, cities and villages of the Sorcerer Tribe could be seen everywhere.
In some cities, Zhao Gongming could sense streams of powerful Qi and blood from afar, which belonged to Senior Magi.
As for Emperor Jiang and the other 11 Ancestors of Sorcery, as well as the new Ancestor of Sorcery created from Houtu's Blood Essence, they must be in the Sacred Hall of Pangu, the holy land of the Sorcerer Tribe.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhao Gongming concealed his magic power and Qi and blood with his Taoist skills and quietly stepped on Buzhou Mountain.
Stepping on the divine mountain, Zhao Gongming quickly felt the pressure from the mountain itself.
As the pillar of Pan Gu's spine, there was still a trace of Pan Gu's aura on Buzhou Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, the pressure of this aura was still considered small. The higher they climbed, the stronger the pressure became.
Even the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery couldn't reach the peak of Mount Buzhou.
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