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

Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

On an ordinary afternoon, Qin Le was lazily leaning against the headboard, scrolling through his phone, when suddenly that familiar and gentle voice echoed in his mind.

"Little Lele," Nuwa said, a hint of helplessness in her voice, "you can start working as a 'resurrection point' now."

Qin Le's fingers paused, and his consciousness instantly sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, Nuwa revealed her true form, which had not been seen for a long time.

It was a perfection that transcended all words in the world. Her appearance was even more beautiful than Qin Le's, but at this moment she was wearing a simple and modern casual outfit, with her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, which made her sacredness seem more approachable.

Qin Le was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained her composure and asked with a smile, "Mother Nuwa, what should I do?"

Nuwa looked at him, her eyes revealing clear heartache: "I'll confirm with you one last time... are you really determined to give up your future status as a saint for the sake of all living beings?"

If she could, she really wouldn't want Qin Le to choose this path.

This means bearing unimaginable and complex karmic burdens, almost equivalent to personally severing one's own path to the highest realm.

All of this was done simply to make this brutal war like a game—giving all participants the chance to start over infinitely after death.

Is such a sacrifice worthwhile?

No one can draw a definitive conclusion.

But as a mother, Nuwa chose to respect Qin Le's own will and give him her support.

"My thoughts have never changed." Qin Le's answer was relaxed and firm, and there was not a trace of gloom in his smile.

Seeing him like this, Nuwa smiled, a smile that was a mixture of heartache and indescribable relief.

"In that case... Mom will teach you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nuwa began to explain in detail the principles and specific steps for constructing the resurrection point.

Based on the three great principles of time, space, creation, and life that Qin Le has already comprehended, the book incorporates the enduring true meaning of inheritance contained in the torch and the true meaning of destruction and rebirth represented by the imperial fire.

Five supreme forces, each distinct yet interconnected, must converge, merge, and achieve balance under precise control.

Under Nuwa's guidance, Qin Le focused intently, personally turning the concepts in his mind into reality bit by bit.

Finally, what appeared before him was a sphere of light, roughly the size of a human head, floating silently. The surface of the sphere radiated a warm, non-glaring light, faintly emanating a mystical aura of immortality, the solidification of time and space, the nourishment of life, and the rebirth after destruction.

Inside the sphere of light, a silvery-white radiance slowly rotated and flowed like a galaxy, while at its very core, two tiny flames burned quietly.

One flower, seemingly ordinary, yet containing the profound weight of civilization's continuation, is the torch of civilization; the other, in the form of a pure lotus, is flawless and symbolizes ultimate destruction and rebirth—it is the primordial fire lotus of the imperial fire.

Qin Le carefully sensed the newly created resurrection point, and after a moment, he frowned slightly.

"Mother Nuwa, this resurrection... still requires a one-day cooldown period? Can't it be shortened? Like, immediate resurrection, or a few hours?"

He asked instinctively, his tone carrying the natural pickiness of a gamer about loading times.

Snapped!

Nuwa reached out and lightly flicked his forehead, saying irritably, "Little Lele, don't treat reality like a game! The existence of a resurrection mechanism, with no aftereffects and full health, is already a miracle created at the rule level. One day is already the optimal solution."

Qin Le rubbed his forehead and chuckled sheepishly, "Okay, okay, I was too greedy."

Upon closer reflection, that's indeed the case.

Reality is not a data-driven game. Being able to resurrect after death without any side effects such as weakness, damage, or regression in cultivation level, and even having one's natal magic weapon and other items connected to one's origin return with the resurrection, is already defying the heavens to the extreme.

As for those external possessions?

You can just retrieve it after you're resurrected; after all, no one can take what belongs to its owner.

At this moment, Qin Le thought of a crucial problem: "Mother Nuwa, if we take this resurrection point out... won't my understanding of the Great Dao be completely exposed?"

Nuwa had previously instructed him to keep it a secret and only claim to be at the level of immortals.

But now, in this resurrection point, the Daoist charm of the three Great Daos of Time and Space, Creation, and Life is so distinct, and they all bear the imprint of Qin Le's personal aura. As long as one is not completely devoid of perception, one can basically see the clues.

"It doesn't matter." Nuwa seemed quite composed this time, waving her hand with a smile: "Anyway, your current strength is enough to protect yourself."

She said Qin Le wasn't strong enough because, on the one hand, Qin Le couldn't create a resurrection point at the time, and on the other hand, his own survival skills hadn't grown to the point where he could handle all potential risks.

Now, Qin Le's combat strength is comparable to that of a perfected Earth Immortal, and he is infinitely close to the threshold of a Celestial Immortal.

More importantly, with the profound mysteries of the three Great Daos, in terms of survival and escape ability alone, even the strongest Quasi-Saint like the Jade Emperor might not be able to capture him.

As for saints above quasi-saints?

Not to mention that they would never, and dare not, attack Qin Le, even if one of them were truly out of their mind...

Do you really think that the mother in Qin Le's sea of ​​knowledge is just for show?

Hearing this, Qin Le smiled with relief: "Alright, at least I don't have to hide it anymore."

At that moment, he truly felt a long-standing pressure quietly dissipate.

He wasn't someone who couldn't keep a secret, but he still felt somewhat guilty about keeping things from his closest family and friends.

After chatting with Nuwa about the details for a while, Qin Le's consciousness returned to reality. He jumped out of bed, pushed open the door, and went out.

In the living room, Qin Shoudao, the father, and Lin Wanrou, the mother, were discussing the improvement of some kind of pill formula. Hearing the noise, they only glanced at him casually before continuing their academic discussion.

Qin Le walked over with a smile and sat down on the sofa opposite the two of them. Her tone became serious: "Dad, Mom, there's something I need to tell you."

Seeing their son suddenly adopt such a serious expression, the couple stopped their discussion and turned to look at him together.

"What's wrong, son?" Lin Wanrou asked curiously.

"That's how it is." Qin Le smiled and laid it all out: "Actually, what I comprehended wasn't the Immortal Path, but the Great Dao."

He had kept this a secret from his family for several years, and his first thought was to tell them the truth.

Qin Shoudao was visibly taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "When did you comprehend the Great Dao? How come we didn't know?"

Lin Wanrou beside her also widened her eyes. Although they were Earth Immortals, they were well aware of the enormous gap between the Immortal Path and the Great Dao, a difference almost as vast as clouds and mud.

Qin Le shook his head and explained, "It's not 'when,' but rather that from the very beginning, what I comprehended was the Great Dao, not the Immortal Dao. Previously, it was Goddess Nuwa who told me to keep it a secret for the time being, so we uniformly said to the outside world that it was the Immortal Dao level."

"..."

The couple opened their mouths at the same time, but remained silent for a long time, clearly stunned by the information.

After a long silence, Lin Wanrou cautiously and with an incredulous tone asked, "So... you didn't 'ascend to immortality in one step' from the beginning, but rather... 'become a saint in one step'?!"

"Theoretically, that's one way to understand it," Qin Le nodded with a smile.

Comprehending the Great Dao is indeed one of the necessary conditions for reaching the level of a sage, and my mother's statement is not an exaggeration.

Qin Shoudao raised his hand and rubbed his temples, a look of exasperation on his face: "Now I finally understand... no wonder those ancient big shots valued you so much."

He had never understood why Nuwa, Fuxi, Chiyou, Shennong, Suiren, Yandi... these names that only exist at the very top of legends would favor his son so much, and even personally teach him.

Now, he understood completely.

This son of mine cannot be judged by common sense.