Staring blankly at the sky of the Western Extreme, Emperor Fuxi felt his mind go blank, with only one thought rising: "It's over, a catastrophe, a disaster!"
The puzzling star hanging in the West Border, originally dim and lightless, now suddenly erupted with such ferocious power that it made several gigantic stars nearby instantly fall. What an unbelievable force!
"No, we can't let this go on!" Emperor Fuxi made a firm decision in his heart and lightly patted his forehead. A golden Qingyun cloud, several dozen zhang across, suddenly rose into the sky.
On the Qingyun cloud, the River Map, Luo Book, and Fu Xi's Zither, three Spiritual Treasures, flickered, sinking and floating, exuding an ancient charm.
"Rise!" Emperor Fuxi beckoned with one hand, grabbing the River Map and Luo Book from the Qingyun cloud, tossing them into the void, and started to constantly deduce.
