Tang ng's thoughts were in motion.
Her mind was instantly in a fog.
Her head was filled with questions like where am I?
Who am I now?
Putting aside how shocking this woman's claid identity is, let's first talk about the scene before us.
In this lifeti, as soon as I reincarnated, I appeared in a hut, as the Nine Heavens and Earth, experinted on by a mysterious Miaojiang woman?
She was as bewildered as Yudula was back then.
However, she soon recalled that the senior from the Divine Demon Night Banquet had ntioned: reincarnation would lead one to be reborn into a species close to oneself,
which ans, logically, I, as the "Nine Heavens and Earth," have been reborn in so era as the "Nine Heavens and Earth."
Her mind raced with thoughts:
"At first, I thought I would be reborn as a flatworm of so era!"
"Kept mutating, becoming the Nine Heavens and Earth; little did I know, I'd directly beco the Nine Heavens and Earth from a seemingly mythological world?"
"It ans that the Nine Heavens and Earth truly exists."
"No, wait! Perhaps flatworms, such Earth creatures, are inherently descendants of the Taishou, remnants of the Divine Demon era's bloodline, surviving in the End of Dharma era through such a biological form?"
"And so, I happened to research them, using them to return to ancestry, becoming Taishou, then Nine Heavens and Earth?"
She kept pondering, feeling as if surrounded by a shroud of mystery.
From a more inconceivable angle, might it be that her traversing to so space-ti ans creating Eastern civilization in prehistory?
There wasn't any Nine Heavens and Earth in the world, but because I traveled back in ti, it exists now?
Taking a deep breath, her thoughts were in chaos.
"I can only research first, to determine what era this is, whether it's our Earth's prehistoric past in 2020 or a post-future!"
After contemplating, she began to secretly observe the human who claid to be a descendant of Nuwa.
Her language is similar to Earth's Huaxia language, yet the script is quite ancient glyphs, resembling the Shang Dynasty's oracle bone script.
"The writing, the language, they are only similar, but I've confird they're not the sa group as us!" she thought to herself.
Then she listened carefully.
This ntioned descendant of Nuwa, still reverent, was worshiping a statue of Nuwa,
"With the advent of the firearm era, the country is in trouble. Never mind the ancient era of gods, even the age of martial arts has begun to decline... Thanks to Gang Leader Fu of Miao Chun Hall's sponsorship, I've co to the New World, and under this care, gained this residence!"
She offered lit incense, placing it on the burner,
"As eras converge, descendants' bloodline thins to the extre, fortunately, with ancestral blood returning, they can transform back into Nuwa's true form—it must be a gift from heaven that gives the opportunity to revive the myth."
She held up Tang ng, a white Taishou-like fungal mass, picked up various foods, continued to feed it, allowing it to grow continuously, "The Nine Heavens and Earth must be cultivated successfully."
Tang ng was filled with reverence in her heart.
Looks like I've arrived in a special world, an era where mythology has declined.
Cultivate mythical civilizations, reignite the ancient fury of fire, wind, and thunder, and recreate the glory of the ancient Primordial Land!
"Seems like the Divine Demon Night Banquet allows ti travelers to arrive at the pivotal destiny of each era." She sensed the holy weight of history, watching this scene quietly as if witnessing a reincarnation CGI animation.
Soon, the descendant of Nuwa left the hut, opened the door, and stepped into a verdant mountain courtyard.
Only then did Tang ng realize she was atop a great mountain.
The forest flourished, the sun shone in the sky, green grass was lush, giving off a pastoral atmosphere of seclusion, like plucking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence and serenely gazing at the southern mount.
The Miaojiang woman held the Nine Heavens and Earth, undulating her serpent tail, slowly swam to the center of the lawn, raising the divine artifact high in her hand,
Ha!
Tang ng was stunned as she saw this serpent-tailed human swelling exponentially, rising to over five ters tall in the blink of an eye, transforming into a female giant.
What the hell!
True form of the Ancestral Witch!
Tang ng was dumbfounded, this is utterly unscientific!
How can a person expand to be a five-ter-tall giant?
Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe such ridiculousness!
However, she was vaguely yet exceptionally cunning, as an unbelievable notion slipped through her mind:
Shell people?
Upon closer inspection, it bore intense similarity to the Feathered Serpent God's transformation form.
After all, Tang ng isn't a fool, if she couldn't think of that, she'd be too dumb,
"If that's the case, the giant form principle of the Ancestral Witch's true form can be understood through scientific principles."
She said, "Then, the Maya Race's shell people are actually a sideline of Nuwa's lineage?"
She once felt that Nuwa and Nuwo had so similarities.
The Maya Race's Angel, with eastern facial features and black hair and eyes, even speaking a language similar to the East, was rather absurd.
The ancestors of the Mayan Civilization might have co from the Eastern Continent.
They were one branch of the Eastern Divine Race during the era of the Eastern gods, who fled to the Arican Continent, leaving behind the ancient Arican myths!
Feathered Serpent God...
Might be a branch of the Eastern Dragon Race!
My goodness!
The whole world speaks Chinese. Wait a minute, shouldn't all the world's myths and history originate from the neighboring Universe's number one country?
She suddenly realized, "No, why is everything ours? I might be showing national pride, need to think rationally... I can't let my emotions influence my judgnt. Currently, the evidence can only suggest that the Mayan Civilization... might be related to us."
She kept pondering in her heart, shocked yet continued to watch.
Boom!
A giant female figure, taller than the houses behind her.
She stood in the garden before them, radiating a divine aura, as if boundless dao rhythms flowed around her, she spoke softly:
"The Nine Heavens and Earth is soil containing the source of life, growing on its own, never depleting. With this soil, create all living beings, the world shall form its own realm!"
"Open!"
She shouted, cutting Tang ng's body in half, then further split into ninety-nine parts, tossing them in the field.
Even more bizarre, those white sticky pieces of soil resembled the severed bodies of earthworms, the tentacles of octopuses, continually jumping on the ground, very peculiar.
"Ninety-nine pieces of clay, and now, they should make clay creations."
Fu Qingjun coldly controlled this descendant of Nuwa's body, watching the pieces of clay with calm deanor, holding a jumping piece of clay, he pressed in the blood of a rooster.
Whoosh.
The entire piece of clay vaguely transford into the shape of a rooster.
Its whole body squird like a balloon, as if sothing within was bumping around, like a clay doll, gradually molding itself into the image of a rooster.
Fu Qingjun gently tossed it to the ground, and this chicken the size of an ant started struggling, slowly gaining vitality.
"Sure enough, they know the biological properties of my soil, they know how to use it!"
She exclaid.
She modified the gene of the flatworm, not by adding various gene segnts, but by frantically removing gene sequences, turning it into a more refined organism.
Fungal organisms, or rather, viral organisms.
It had turned into an RNA single-strand organism, its genetic structure unstable, capable of rapidly integrating most other organisms' genetic structures to mutate.
Even the structure of the flatworm was removed, becoming a lump of at paste.
In short, this new type of flatworm organism—the soil—retained the essence of flatworm genes, with most remaining gene segnts left blank, awaiting other creatures' gene sequences to integrate and embed.
Only in this way can it be called formless and formless life clay!
It can be called the life-source soil, able to integrate other life sequences, with infinite possibilities.
"Our ambition is imnse, the soil is life clay, able to rge endless possibilities! It represents the pinnacle of our Earth's modern RNA structural biotechnology!"
"Previously, we couldn't achieve it, but within the Divine Demon Night Banquet, with the ability to alter the soul structure sequences, it beca possible!" she observed the soil's continued fusion and life creation with imnse excitent in her heart.
"What is a miracle?"
"The end of science is the miracle!"
"For the ancient humans, our modern lives are miraculous! Transmuting science into gods! Telephones that can communicate over thousands of miles, magical artifact planes that can soar in the sky...."
Perhaps, so-called divine civilization and technological civilization, at their core, share the sa destiny.
Soon, under Tang ng's secret observation.
The descendant of Nuwa astonishingly took pieces of clay, integrating various creatures' blood, sequentially creating chicken, dog, pig, sheep, cow, horse...finally, using clay in the seventh creature, created humans!
"Nuwa's Creation, from the first to the seventh day."
Tang ng was left astounded, understanding the profound aning, "She entirely followed the mythological story's sequence of Nuwa creating life, creating everything!"
Various clay creatures took on their most primitive forms and began to squirm.
"So tired."
Nuwa remained silent for a mont, raising a vine whip stained with various fresh bloods.
PAH!!!
She fiercely swung and whipped those clays, surprisingly, each stained with blood began to evolve in shape, a large group of hybrid alien species running around.
She wiped sweat off her brow, gazing at the sky from the garden, "Finally completed, may you recreate the grandeur of civilization in this garden!"
Tang ng was overwheld, a strong sense of pride welled up from his heart.
History will also bear witness to this scene.
Opening the first page of ancient historical mythologies.
The "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Morning Hearing" clearly records an extrely ancient phrase:
"Nuwa, the holy goddess of ancient tis, who transforms all things, with a human face and serpent body, ten thousand feet tall, supporting heaven and earth, kneading yellow soil to create all spirits, for lack of ti draws a cord through the mud, lifts to make humans."
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