Watching Nuwa begin refining the five-colored divine stones, the gods all breathed a sigh of relief.
If they had to keep refining those stones, they would practically have supported the heavens to their deaths.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, a five-colored divine beam shot straight up into the firmament, its dazzling radiance bringing expressions of joy to the faces of all the sages.
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