The Dao runes circulated, and the situation slowly disappeared. The world returned to white.
That was Goddess Nuwa's true body. The ones that always appeared could be considered the Goddess's incarnation or the Goddess's soul.
In ancient times, they had once stood up for the human race, but they were defeated in the end. They were imprisoned in the narrow void of the Goddess's Palace by the Heavenly Dao and could no longer move. They had been imprisoned for countless years.
Li Changshou had expected that situation. However, he did not expect that this scene would really appear in front of him. He almost could not hold it in.
The white world was empty. The atmosphere in the pavilion was a little oppressive.
Li Changshou lowered his head and walked back to his seat. He picked up his brush and continued painting.