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

Seeing that Qin Le understood, the little clay figure Nuwa spoke up again with a grin.

"Besides, Little Lele, Chaos's real goal isn't actually to just kill you outright."

"Huh?" Qin Le blinked, even more confused. "Not attacking directly? Then why is it going through all this trouble?"

He truly hadn't figured out the calculations at the level of Chaos, or rather, with his current understanding, he couldn't imagine what kind of bizarre methods such a being would use.

Just like this time when the Chaos Origin was sent out of thin air, Qin Le never even thought about it—of course, because this thing was completely ineffective against him, he didn't take it too seriously.

The little clay figure Nuwa sat cross-legged in the void of her sea of ​​consciousness, explaining with an air of composure: "Its real plan is to use these 'sent' chaotic origins as coordinates and carriers, allowing its consciousness to directly descend into your body. At that time, its consciousness will be here, and my divided soul will also be here, and the two forces will clash within your body... Do you think your small frame will end up as the battlefield?"

After listening, Qin Le gasped, finally piecing together Chaos's elaborate scheme.

Good heavens, so that's what they were waiting for!

Chaos never intended to launch a strong attack from the outside.

It knew all too well that no matter whether the attack originated from Qin Le's body or came from the outside, with Nuwa watching over it, it would most likely fail.

However, if its own consciousness could enter Qin Le's body and fight alongside Nuwa inside Qin Le's body, the situation would be completely different.

Nuwa will inevitably have to devote a great deal of her energy to fighting against him, and it will be difficult for her to protect him as easily as before.

As for Qin Le himself, who is the vessel of the battlefield, he will probably be crushed into nothingness in the aftershocks of the collision between the two supreme forces.

Having figured this out, Qin Le couldn't help but pout, "Mother Nuwa, isn't Chaos a little... disrespectful to you?"

This plan is practically gambling that Nuwa can't protect him.

"That's not entirely true." The little clay figure Nuwa shook her head, her tone quite objective: "If your actual situation is truly as you've claimed, that you've only comprehended the Dao of Immortality, then this method of yours will indeed cause me some trouble."

She certainly understood Qin Le's meaning, but to be fair, Chaos had not misjudged the protective ability of this wisp of her soul.

If Qin Le is truly at the level of an immortal, then facing this kind of erosion and struggle for consciousness that takes root from within, Nuwa would likely have to go to great lengths to protect him, and might even need to seek external assistance.

But who could blame them for the erroneous intelligence?

Qin Le comprehended the Great Dao!

This crucial misjudgment gave Nuwa ample time to react and absolute control, ensuring that Chaos's deadly scheme was doomed to failure before it even began.

"Okay... but Mother Nuwa," Qin Le looked at the sphere of primordial chaos, enveloped by Nuwa's power and slowly rotating, and asked curiously, "Why are you collecting all these things? Shouldn't you have gotten rid of them sooner?"

Since Chaos wanted to use these primordial elements as a springboard, it should have been purified immediately. But Mother Nuwa collected them, which Qin Le couldn't understand.

However, he believed that Nuwa would not harm him.

"It works!" The little clay figure Nuwa revealed a smile that could be described as incredibly kind. "I'm waiting for its consciousness to crawl over along the 'internet cable'."

"Huh? Why do we still have to wait for it to come?" Qin Le was even more puzzled.

The little clay figure Nuwa snorted, hands on her hips, a hint of displeasure on her face: "This is the second time! If I don't drag it over and give it a good beating, this bastard probably won't really think I have a good temper and will pretend I don't exist!"

Qin Le was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, giving a thumbs up: "Mother Nuwa is mighty! So awesome!"

That makes sense.

This was the second assassination attempt by Chaos against him, and the two attempts involved different methods. Anyone else would have died long ago.

But who can blame it when its target is Qin Le?

Moreover, since Nuwa made him call her "Mom," and her own child was being so worried about, a mother naturally had to find an opportunity to get revenge!

After chatting for a few more minutes, Qin Le suddenly sensed that an extremely powerful consciousness had been born without warning inside the sealed sphere of chaotic origin.

It didn't force its way in from the outside; rather, it was like a seed that had been planted long ago, which naturally awakened from within its origin once the conditions were met.

A chaotic consciousness descended.

With the emergence of this wisp of consciousness, the nature of that chaotic origin seemed to undergo subtle changes, becoming increasingly elusive and formless.

However, the descending consciousness seemed to be in a state of great confusion, its message filled with disbelief: "How is this possible?! How...how could you react so quickly?!"

Nuwa didn't just shape the primordial chaos into a ball for fun; it was a powerful seal in itself.

The consciousness that has arrived at this moment finds itself already in a cage.

"Guess!" the little clay figure Nuwa replied with a smile, her tone light and cheerful.

Immediately afterwards, she gestured with her small hand.

The three Great Dao Imprints—Space-Time, Creation, and Life—suspended in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness shone brightly and flew over instantly. They merged and transformed in her hand, becoming a Great Dao Hammer that flowed with hazy rosy light and possessed an inner Daoist charm.

At the same time, the primordial fire and imperial fire in Qin Le's Qi Sea were also drawn by an invisible force and appeared below the sealed Chaos Origin Sphere.

With a loud boom, a gentle yet incredibly pure flame rose up and began to burn the source.

This time, the Chaos Origin was not directly burned. Instead, under the scorching heat of the two fires, it emitted a strange hissing sound. The color of the entire Origin Sphere gradually changed from gray-black to a dark crimson, and its texture also seemed to change, like a piece of strange metal thrown into a furnace.

Chaos's shocked consciousness surged violently once more: "The Flame of the Past?! And the Emperor's Flame?! How could they possibly be here with you?!"

"Yeah, I had those two old guys bring it to my son. Stop yelling, just you wait!"

After Nuwa, the little clay figure, finished speaking with a grin, she swung her Great Dao Hammer, which shimmered with rosy light, and struck the red-hot iron block without any hesitation.

clang!

A clear, resonant sound, like the clash of metal, echoed in Qin Le's mind.

Qin Le was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Mother Nuwa, where did that voice come from?"

The Hammer of the Great Dao was formed from his three Great Daos, and the origin of chaos was not metal, so the sound of it striking metal is too incongruous.

"Well~" the little clay figure Nuwa replied casually as she continued hammering happily, "If I say it's a piece of iron, then it's a piece of iron! If I want to hear the sound of hammering iron, then it has to make that sound!"

"..." Qin Le was speechless for a moment.

Okay, you're on a higher level, so you call the shots.

The methods of a sage are indeed beyond his comprehension.

Nuwa stopped paying attention to the little clay figure and devoted herself to the great task of forging.

She tapped rhythmically while muttering to herself:

"So you're always thinking about killing my son..."

"So you think you can disregard me..."

"I'll smash you to a pulp today..."

"..."

With each word uttered, a hammer blow was delivered.

Qin Le watched in amazement, and felt a strange pang of sympathy for Chaos.

Despite being the ultimate villain who made the Three Realms feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, he was now powerless to resist, being kneaded and shaped like a lump of dough by Mother Nuwa, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Where is the oppressive aura of a world-destroying demon?

Chun Chun is just a punching bag and a crafting material.

The clanging and banging continued for about half an hour. The little clay figure Nuwa seemed to have finally had her fill of banging, and the pent-up frustration had dissipated.

With a wave of her small hand, the radiant Great Dao Hammer disintegrated again, transforming into three imprints that flew back to their original positions. The tinder and imperial fire below also seemed to have completed their task, shrinking back into Qin Le's Qi Sea with a whoosh.

However, the final product that Nuwa's mother hammered out stunned Qin Le, and his expression became somewhat strange.

"Mother Nuwa... this thing... could it explode?"

What appeared before him was something with an extremely familiar shape—a smooth and powerful spindle-shaped outline, and intricate and complex Dao patterns...

It is clearly the truth that Chen Yun has studied for many years and is proud of!

However, the one before them was forcibly forged from the origin of chaos, its entire body flowing with an ominous dark red and grayish-black hue, and its interior seemed to be compressed with a heart-palpitating chaotic and destructive energy.

Qin Le had no doubt that if this thing exploded, its power would far exceed all the truths that Chen Yun had created so far.

"Of course it can explode! Why would I bother shaping it like this if it couldn't?" The little clay figure Nuwa patted non-existent dust off her hands and said with a grin.

"So...who are you planning to use it to blow up?" Qin Le asked a somewhat silly question subconsciously.

The little clay figure Nuwa rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Nonsense, of course we're going to blow up that bastard Chaos's true form! Who else would we blow up? Are we keeping him around for the New Year?"

After saying that, she raised her hand and waved it gently.

The chaotic version of Truth, radiating terrifying fluctuations, vanished from Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant. It was unknown where it was transported to, or when it would give its original owner a wonderful surprise.