Honghuang: the Only Disciple of Nuwa

He woke up from the broken lotus, with only his name left as amnesia. At the beginning, the quasi-sage was forced into a desperate situation. He smashed the sky with a counter-fist, and his strange eyes were stained with blood: "I don't need a chance to ask questions!" Deep in the sea of consciousness, someone sighed very softly: "Still so reckless." Just when he was desperate, a figure in red came through the void and took him back to Fengqi Mountain. Nuwa, who was not yet a saint, looked down at him, her tone casual as if she was saying the wind was good today: "My only disciple, if I don't support him, who will?" Others rely on hard work to cultivate the Tao, but he relies on his master to protect his shortcomings! Fuxi glanced at him and smiled: "Interesting." He did all his calculations just to pave a way for this nephew. It's just that no one knows—— He knew what the ancient bronze tower in the sea contained. So what?