Under the moonlight, a snail incarnation in the kitchen transformed from Fu Qingjun's resolute face into the graceful and elegant form of a woman.
Her eye sockets were fitted with two beautiful glass eyeballs scavenged from the ruins, and she wore fake teeth, sparkling eyes and shining teeth, exuding an ethereal aura.
"This body will become part of Nuwa's descendants in the future." Soon, Fu Qingjun donned an ancient costume long dress, with Miaojiang attire prepared, a fairy aura enveloped her as if she were a celestial maiden.
She began practicing her lines, her expression firm, and said loudly:
"Mythology has been forgotten for too long."
"During the Second World War, people suffered, humiliated by machinery, flesh and blood waned, machinery prevailed."
"The ancient ancestors of us, Nuwa's descendants, were once suppressed in Shushan Mahe, and even the Moon Worship Sect Leader attempted to initiate a great flood to destroy the world, yet our ancestors successfully saved it."
