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

"Senior, can we be serious for once?" Qin Le paused for two seconds before snapping out of his daze, then asked helplessly, "Why did you choose me?"

Qin Le never expected that the first thing this saint said was to ask him to call her "Mom".

Huang Ni seemed somewhat displeased: "Can't you tell who I am? Isn't it only natural for you to call me 'Mom'?"

"Senior, you're just a lump of yellow mud right now, I really can't tell," Qin Le said honestly.

It's not that Qin Le doesn't know enough about immortals—in fact, since the era of cultivating immortality began, familiarity with the characteristics, magical treasures, and deeds of various immortals has long been a compulsory course in schools.

Qin Le searched through his memory but couldn't recall any deity who was related to Huang Ni.

Even the Jade Emperor didn't recognize him, let alone him?

"How about this?"

Suddenly, the yellow mud emitted a soft golden light, and then the lump of mud slowly took shape, becoming a rough clay figure.

Upon seeing the clay figure, Qin Le was first stunned, then a name flashed into his mind like lightning—

"The...Goddess Nuwa!?"

He really couldn't remember the yellow mud.

But who else could it be but a clay figure—besides the creator god who molded humans from clay?

"You only just recognized me?" Nuwa's voice seemed to carry a hint of amusement, yet also a touch of helplessness.

The clay figure shone with golden light again, its form stretched out, and it transformed into a woman.

She wore an elegant long dress, but her appearance surpassed Qin Le's definition of perfection—it was a beauty that could not be described in words, as if it gathered all the beauty in the world, yet was so pure that it could not arouse any impure thoughts.

Even though Qin Le himself has a face that surpasses perfection, he was still stunned for several seconds when he saw Nuwa's true appearance.

Nuwa stretched out her slender fingers and gently pinched Qin Le's cheek—even though he was a conscious being, Qin Le truly felt the touch.

"Call me Mom, did you hear me?" Her voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Mom...Mom."

Qin Le was defeated—not because he was bewitched by her beauty, but because the moment Nuwa pinched his face, an invisible force imprisoned him in place.

It's obvious that Nuwa wouldn't let him off the hook if he didn't call her "Mom."

"Good girl."

Nuwa released her grip, her eyes crinkling into a smile. That smile seemed to brighten the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Le rubbed her face and asked the most crucial question: "Mother Nuwa, why did you choose me?"

Mentioning this, Nuwa seemed a little annoyed: "It frustrates me. When I first created humans, every single one of them was as beautiful as you, so how come they... grew more and more crooked?"

She looked at the human race now and was genuinely angry. She even considered revising the rules of Heaven to restore the human race to its peak appearance.

But for the sake of stability in the Three Realms, she held back.

"..."

Qin Le was speechless for a moment.

He considered countless reasons—extraordinary comprehension, unique temperament, unusual destiny…

I never imagined it would be because of my looks.

"Then, Mother Nuwa," Qin Le changed to a more practical question, "how do you plan to resolve my 1% spiritual affinity?"

"Why do we need to solve this?" Nuwa asked without hesitation.

"If this isn't resolved, I won't be able to cultivate at all." Qin Le hadn't expected her to ask that.

Nuwa chuckled softly, "Have you ever thought about how we became stronger before Fuxi created cultivation techniques?"

Qin Le was stunned.

He hadn't really thought about that.

All he knew was that the human race was extremely weak at the beginning of its existence, and it was only after Nuwa asked Fuxi to create cultivation methods for the human race that the human race was able to prosper.

But how did Nuwa and Fuxi cultivate themselves?

Qin Le really didn't know.

"I don't know," he honestly admitted.

Nuwa smiled and gave her answer: "At that time, the Great Dao was manifest, but the Heavenly Dao had not yet been born. What need did we have for any cultivation techniques? We could simply observe the Great Dao directly and ascend to heaven in one step."

Qin Le was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, "You mean... I should follow the path you took back then?"

"Otherwise what?" Nuwa said matter-of-factly, "Why climb step by step like them when you can ascend to heaven in one leap? Are you that idle?"

Changing Qin Le's affinity with spiritual energy is a piece of cake for Nuwa—if she wanted, Qin Le's affinity could even exceed the 100% limit.

But she felt it was unnecessary.

Why should someone who can reach the sky in one step bother building winding mountain roads?

"Then what should I do?" Qin Le looked at her.

He is not someone who is all talk and no action, but if there really is a path to instant success presented to him, no one can refuse it.

As for whether Nuwa might lie to him—Qin Le hadn't even considered that.

If this creator god really has the leisure to fool him, then he'll accept it.

"Well," Nuwa thought for a moment, "I'll take you to 'see' the Great Dao later. The requirements aren't high; if you can comprehend a 'law,' that'll be passing. If you can comprehend the 'Immortal Path,' that would be even better."

She was well aware of how terrifying Qin Le's comprehension was—others couldn't see through him, but she could understand him at a glance.

The reason I only mentioned the laws and immortal path is because Qin Le's body can still withstand the power at these two levels.

If he were to comprehend the Heavenly Dao or even the Great Dao, Qin Le would likely be bursting apart on the spot. At that point, she would have to spare time to help him seal it.

"Don't wait any longer." Qin Le's voice was unusually urgent: "Mother Nuwa, let's begin now."

No one can understand how he survived those twelve years.

No matter how hard he cultivated, no matter how many pills his parents prepared for him or how many spirit-gathering arrays they set up, his cultivation level still couldn't make any progress.

That 1% affinity with spiritual energy was like an invisible cage, trapping him in place. He could only watch helplessly as others went further and further away, while he himself could hardly even lift a foot.

Now, the road is right in front of us.

He didn't want to wait even a second longer.

"Okay, follow me."

Nuwa smiled and gestured with her hand. Qin Le felt his consciousness lighten, as if he were being pulled by some force, passing through a deep darkness and arriving at a strange place.

It's hazy and indistinct here, seemingly both present and absent. It seems to encompass everything, yet also seems utterly empty.

Nuwa intended to offer a few reminders, but found that Qin Le's consciousness had fallen into a dazed state—a sign that he had gained some insight.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which quickly turned into a smile as she quietly stood by.

Many people come to this place, but very few gain any insight from their first visit.

She was very curious about what Qin Le would learn from this first experience.

Time loses its meaning here.

After an unknown amount of time, a vast, ancient, and seemingly all-encompassing power suddenly emerged from the void and surged toward Qin Le's consciousness!

Nuwa sighed softly, but a smile of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

She raised her hand and pressed down, and the immense power seemed to be gathered and compressed by an invisible hand, turning into a faint mark that entered Qin Le's body.

If this force were allowed to surge in directly, Qin Le would likely explode on the spot, beyond even the help of a saint.

After a while, Qin Le slowly regained consciousness.

"Not bad." Nuwa's voice was full of approval: "The Great Dao of Time and Space. From now on, even if you lie down, you will slowly grow stronger."

Qin Le was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

In his smile, there was relief, emotion, and a hint of indescribable joy.

"That's quite an instant rise to power."

"Let's go back."

With a gentle wave of her hand, Nuwa caused Qin Le's consciousness to recede like the tide and return to his body.

In the room, Qin Le slowly opened his eyes.

The moonlight was bright outside the window.