It was an existence so great that no language could describe it.
It transcended the universe and the world.
It transcended ti and space.
It transcended the cycle of life and death.
It transcended all things.
Nuwa’s heart still harbored doubt. Is this real or an illusion? After all, as a Saint, she was not so easily deceived.
HUM.
At that mont, the great existence seed to lower its gaze, looking towards her.
That gaze pierced through ti, as if coming from the past, present, and future.
That gaze pierced through space, as if coming from above the heavens, beneath the earth, from all directions.
An invisible pressure swept in like a landslide and tsunami, cataclysmic and overwhelming.
Suddenly, Nuwa felt as if she were shouldering the universe.
Even with her Saint cultivation level, the pressure was imnse.
She collapsed to the ground with a thud.
From the unseen, a force lashed her soul and whipped her will, demanding her submission and awe.
Submission was liberation.
Submission was ease.
Submission was transcendence.
Nuwa’s eyes hardened. The Lord of Hongng, is it? I’d like to see if you’re truly that powerful. If the Lord of Hongng is indeed so formidable, what harm is there in sacrificing myself?
Instantly, Nuwa used her strongest power; the Path of Creation manifested, and Innate Spirit Treasures like the Map of Mountains and Rivers and the Red Embroidered Ball appeared.
However, BOOM.
At that mont, it was as if the heaven and earth ca alive.
Nuwa despairingly found that the surrounding pressure, far from weakening due to her resistance, instead surged countless tis stronger, as if her actions had enraged that great Divine Spirit.
At this mont, that Divine Spirit seed to open its eyes. Heaven and earth were forged anew, sun and moon shone in unison, dazzlingly bright. An invisible force pressed down, and Nuwa’s mind went blank.
She felt as if she was facing the entire universe, a mighty force rolling in like a river of stars, obliterating everything.
The Map of Mountains and Rivers, the Red Embroidered Ball, and other Innate Spirit Treasures instantly disintegrated, turning to dust.
And she was but a tiny speck of dust in the universe.
Incredibly small.
Incredibly fragile.
Is this how I die? Nuwa felt utter despair.
An invisible force like a river of stars crushed down on her.
Her body seed to be torn apart.
Her soul seed to be torn apart.
Her will seed to be torn apart.
Endless pain washed over every cell and every inch of her soul like a tide.
This was a power she had never felt before.
Terror.
Destruction.
Under this force, she felt she would completely cease to exist, vanish forever, without any chance of rebirth.
Is this the supre power that so vastly surpasses Taoist Grandmaster Hongjun?
Imnsely terrifying.
Leading to despair.
Incredibly painful.
Yet, after the destruction passed, Nuwa found she was unhard.
Her body was not torn apart; her soul was intact and whole.
Could it be that everything just now was false? All an illusion?
The mont this thought arose, Nuwa once again felt that terror, that pain, that despair.
Again and again, thousands of tis, Nuwa finally couldn’t bear it and broke down.
At that mont, she didn’t even have the strength to remain kneeling; her body went limp, and she lay drenched as if fished out of water.
Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, her voice weak yet filled with reverence and awe, "Nuwa pays homage to the great Lord of Hongng!"
She vowed she never wanted to feel that pain and despair ever again. She relinquished all resistance and defiance, accepting the Lord of Hongng. Instantly, the surrounding pressure receded like a tide.
Life is like that, as they say. If you can’t resist, you might as well lie down and enjoy it.
Nuwa prayed once more.
This ti, she did not resist.
This ti, she had no hostility.
A sensation she had never experienced before welled up in her heart, like returning to a mother’s embrace.
Warm.
Comfortable.
As if feeling the mysteries of the Path for the very first ti.
Joyful.
Thrilled.
As if she had rediscovered her primal happiness.
The void in her heart was filled.
Her lonely soul was comforted.
Blissful.
Content.
She shed tears once more.
But this ti, it was different.
This ti, they were tears of happiness and joy, not the previous tears of pain and despair.
Divine might, like a prison.
Divine grace, like the sea.
「Eternal Life’s World. Linglong Blessed Land.」
Nuwa believes in now too? Hongng sensed it the mont Nuwa prayed.
Imdiately following, a playful, mocking smile touched Hongng’s lips.
She must be the second female powerhouse to challenge , right? The last one who tried ended up in tears because of ! Hongng thought of Liang Bing.
When Liang Bing first joined the group, she didn’t believe in him, thinking he was so minor godling putting on airs.
The result... was self-evident. The Demon Queen cried.
Hongng mused inwardly, Three thousand six hundred and fifty tis! Truly befitting a Saint—so resilient. Just a bit less than Tongtian, but far surpassing Liang Bing, Chong Lou, Karl, and the others.
Although it was rely a clash of consciousness, and being "killed" repeatedly caused no substantial harm, one still had to endure the boundless agony of death.
An ordinary person couldn’t withstand it more than a couple of tis before collapsing.
Nuwa had been remarkably enduring.
「anwhile, in the Sealing God World. Snail Emperor Palace.」
Nuwa opened her eyes. She was still on the throne in the Snail Emperor Palace, but her back was drenched in cold sweat, her body slumped weakly on the magnificent seat.
WHIRR.
A dazzling radiance flashed around her, and Nuwa instantly regained her forr peerless, noble, and sacred bearing, though she said with so embarrassnt, "I’ve made a fool of myself before Senior Brother Tongtian."
If I had known this would be the outco, I would have recited it alone. That way, no one would have witnessed my pathetic state, Nuwa thought, filled with regret.
"Sister Nuwa, don’t trouble yourself over it. I wasn’t much better off than you before," Master Tongtian said with a laugh.
He, too, had naturally recited the ditation thod and had similarly challenged it, only to be tornted tens of thousands of tis, battered to the brink of life and death before he was utterly convinced.
Nuwa felt considerably better upon hearing this. She didn’t doubt Master Tongtian’s words. Knowing Master Tongtian’s personality, he would certainly have challenged the entity, and being tornted was only to be expected.
Nuwa didn’t dwell on the embarrassing topic, instead asking, "Senior Brother Tongtian, did you co today intending to offer as a sacrifice to the Lord of Hongng?"
"You see clearly, Sister Nuwa." Master Tongtian smiled. "We Heavenly Sages may seem to be high and mighty, but in reality, we are constrained by the Heavenly Dao. Sister Nuwa, by offering yourself as a sacrifice, you can not only rid yourself of the drawbacks of being a Heavenly Sage but also achieve a massive leap in your cultivation level. All that’s required in return is loyalty to the Lord of Hongng."
"And pledging loyalty to the Lord of Hongng is nothing to be ashad of. In fact, it’s a trendous opportunity that countless beings seek but can never obtain."
Nuwa nodded slightly. It’s like a mortal being given the chance to imdiately attain immortality by pledging allegiance to an Immortal. Which mortal could refuse? In the presence of the Lord of Hongng, we Sages are no different from mortals.
"Senior Brother Tongtian, if I am sacrificed, will my cultivation level increase dramatically like the Nuwa from the Lotus Lantern World?" Nuwa asked. This was the most important question, the one she cared about most.
"Rest assured, Sister Nuwa. The Lord of Hongng is suprely fair and just. Everyone who is sacrificed will receive a boon."
"With your cultivation level, Sister Nuwa, after the sacrifice, you will undoubtedly far surpass the Nuwa from the Lotus Lantern World. I can guarantee that," Master Tongtian proclaid with conviction.
He had witnessed the outcos for various group mbers who made sacrifices in the Chat Group of the Heavens: the higher the cultivation level and karmic fortune, the greater the boon received.
As a Saint of Primordial Chaos, Nuwa’s cultivation level and karmic fortune were, needless to say, absolutely top-tier, far surpassing the Nuwa of the Lotus Lantern World.
"Alright!" Nuwa didn’t say more, rely nodding slightly in agreent.
Such an opportunity—she had to seize it.
All I can say is... this is unexpectedly wonderful!
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