Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

Upon returning home, Qin Le immediately went to her room and lay down on the bed.

His consciousness then sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, arriving before the lump of yellow clay radiating a warm glow.

"Mother Nuwa, there's something I'd like to ask you," Qin Le said earnestly.

The yellow clay shimmered and transformed in an instant into a palm-sized, lively clay figure named Nuwa.

She seemed to have expected this, looking at Qin Le with a smile, and said, "You want to ask if it's possible to create a 'resurrection point' similar to in a game, so that the soldiers on the celestial front lines can... be resurrected after death and fight again?"

Nuwa had long understood Qin Le's thoughts and guessed that this idealist would choose to do this.

Qin Le paused slightly, then nodded: "Yes. I want to set up a respawn point for them. Is that possible?"

Li Yanran's unintentional remark after the game was like a seed that took root in his heart.

Because Nuwa was by his side, his understanding of the methods of sages far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Although he didn't understand why the sages in the Heavenly Realm hadn't done it, Qin Le was very certain that the sages were capable of doing it.

He came to Nuwa not to ask her to do it, but to learn the method so he could do it himself.

"Little Lele," the clay figure Nuwa said, her playful expression fading, her tone becoming serious, "Do you know what the price is for doing this?"

In her opinion, it was not surprising at all that Qin Le would have such thoughts.

Having spent several years together, she knew her son all too well—deep down, he was a guy who pursued the ultimate ideals and wanted to turn all his beautiful wishes into reality.

Although he hasn't actually stepped onto the battlefield in the Heavenly Realm yet, he has probably already sketched out a blueprint in his mind for how he will completely turn the tide of the battle once he gets there.

This idea carried the kind of youthful ambition, even a touch of arrogance, but Nuwa had no intention of criticizing it.

Having ideals is always a good thing.

"I don't know." Qin Le honestly shook his head.

He didn't know the exact cost, but he could guess it was definitely not small; otherwise, the celestial saints would have done it long ago.

"If you really spread such 'resurrection points' all over the front line, it is equivalent to taking on the responsibility of life and death for all living beings in the Three Realms." The little clay figure Nuwa said clearly, word by word.

"And then?" Qin Le pressed, his expression unchanged.

He fears nothing more than karma, since he already carries a lot of karma on his shoulders—a classic case of having too much debt and not worrying about it.

"Bearing such a complex, heavy, and far-reaching burden of karma for all living beings," Nuwa's tone grew increasingly solemn. "You will never be able to attain the position of a sage. You... you should think this through carefully."

In her view, if Qin Le did not take this path, with the key he possessed and his comprehension, his chances of attaining sainthood within a hundred years were extremely high.

But once he creates a resurrection point and forms such a deep bond and karmic connection with all beings in the Three Realms, his path to sainthood will be completely severed.

Cause and effect never only affect the present, but also point to the future.

For example, if someone uses Qin Le's resurrection point to be reborn, and this person commits murder or other evil deeds in the future, this evil karma will also be traced back to the cause—that is, Qin Le who created the resurrection point.

This is tantamount to putting on a heavy shackle that can never be removed.

This is why the sages of the Heavenly Realm have never taken action to do this—the cost is too high, too high for them to bear, and they might even lose their Dao fruit and their sagehood as a result.

However, upon hearing this, Qin Le suddenly laughed, his smile devoid of any reluctance or regret: "It doesn't matter. If I can't become a saint, I can't become one."

"Are you serious?" The little clay figure Nuwa stared at him, confirming again.

"Of course I'm serious." Qin Le said matter-of-factly, "It's just about becoming a saint. If I don't want it, I don't want it. Besides... I think it might be better if I don't become a saint."

"Why...why would it be better?" The little clay figure Nuwa was genuinely puzzled this time.

Among all beings in the Three Realms who have cultivated to the pinnacle, who does not yearn for the supreme holy position?

But Qin Le's tone sounded a bit...disdainful?

"Isn't it obvious?" Qin Le grinned, revealing a sly smile. "Since I can't become a saint, can't I justifiably and endlessly cling to you, the 'strongest thigh in the Three Realms'? Isn't that better?"

Whether or not Qin Le can become a saint, he truly doesn't care.

Ever since Nuwa appeared and made it clear that she would protect him, he knew that he would always have the most secure way out.

Is there a big difference between becoming a saint yourself and having a saintly mother as a support?

In Qin Le's view, it wasn't a big deal; anyway, the result was that no one would dare to mess with him, and he could walk sideways.

"..."

The little clay figure of Nuwa froze instantly, as if completely solidified.

She considered countless reasons why Qin Le might give up on becoming a saint—compassion, responsibility, ideals, or even fear of hardship…

No matter how hard she racked her brains, she would never have imagined that the real reason would be this!

In order to continue to cling to powerful figures with a clear conscience, he was even willing to casually discard his saintly status?!

What kind of absurd brain circuit is this?!

The little clay figure of Nuwa remained silent for several seconds before slowly raising her hand, pointing at Qin Le, then at herself, her tone filled with an indescribable sense of absurdity and deep helplessness:

"Little Lele...have I...spoiled you too much?"

At this moment, Nuwa, the supreme being who created all things and mended the sky to save the world, felt an extremely rare sense of frustration, typical of an old mother, welling up in her heart—had she ruined this child?

Instead of striving to improve themselves and reach the top, they just think about how to lie down comfortably and cling to powerful figures.

In order to maintain their composure, they're even willing to give up something as coveted as a sainthood?!

However... strangely, another emotion was mixed in with this sense of frustration.

It seems... she really does have to take some of the blame herself?

After all, it seems, perhaps, maybe... she herself said that she would always be this kid's protector?

This has fueled his current arrogant and unbridled attitude.

"It's only natural for a mother to spoil her son!" Qin Le smiled even more brightly, without any psychological burden.

"Sigh..." The little clay figure Nuwa sighed deeply, as if resigned to her fate: "Fine... you can create a 'resurrection point.' But not now."

"Why?" Qin Le immediately pressed, "Is it because we're missing crucial materials?"

If possible, he wanted to finish it as soon as possible; sacrifices were being made on the front lines every day, and every day earlier would be better.

"No, not at all." The little clay figure Nuwa shook her head. "You actually... already have all the core materials needed to create the 'Resurrection Point.' The problem is that your current strength is not enough to support you in completing it."

"Not strong enough?" Qin Le blinked. "Then how long will we have to wait?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the three brilliant imprints—time and space, creation, and life—that Nuwa had temporarily sealed and suspended in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness with supreme power.

Each one seems to be related to the concepts of resurrection and restart.

"Probably... a few more years," the little clay figure Nuwa estimated, giving a vague timeframe.

"A few more years..." Qin Le was a little disappointed, but accepting. "Alright. But Mother Nuwa, are these three Great Daos... enough?"

"Not enough," the little clay figure Nuwa decisively rejected, then added, "We also need the firewood and the imperial fire."

"I understand the importance of passing on the torch," Qin Le nodded.

The flame embodies the spirit of civilization's inheritance and the continuation of life, so it's natural that it plays a role in the revival.

"But the Emperor's Fire... is also needed?" He was a little confused.

The Emperor's Fire gave him a feeling of domineering, burning, and conquest, which didn't seem to match the style of the resurrection point.

Upon hearing this, the little clay figure Nuwa couldn't help but roll her eyes, her tone tinged with helplessness:

"The Imperial Fire contains the core Dao principles of 'destruction and rebirth' and 'rebirth from the ashes'! In the process of creating resurrection points, it is even the most crucial link! Without its domineering power of giving birth to new life from destruction, how could it support such a heaven-defying act as 'resurrection from the dead'?"

"Oh... I see." Qin Le suddenly realized, scratching his head. "Okay, I understand."

It seems that my understanding of these top-tier treasures is still superficial.

The things left behind by these big shots are definitely not simple.