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

Late at night, Qin Le returned to his dormitory. As soon as he lay down, his consciousness was gently pulled by a mild force and fell into the familiar space of his sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, however, the scene before him startled him slightly.

Nuwa revealed her true form, sitting serenely amidst a hazy starlight.

She held an ancient tortoise shell in her hand, with three copper coins slowly rotating above her palm, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable aura.

"Mother Nuwa, you... can also tell fortunes?" Qin Le asked in surprise.

"I know a little." Nuwa looked up, smiled at him, and lightly flicked her fingers, making the copper coins jingle. "But I'm not an expert. Do you want to learn? If you do, I'll call a fortune teller to teach you."

Qin Le thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it, I won't learn it."

"Oh?" Nuwa raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of curiosity. "Why?"

The ability to foresee the future and glimpse the secrets of heaven is something many people crave, yet Qin Le showed absolutely no interest in it.

"Fortune-telling is likely to bring divine retribution," Qin Le said bluntly. "I'm afraid my frail body can't withstand it."

He didn't have a deep understanding of divination, but he knew that frequently prying into and interfering with the trajectory of fate was against the natural order and would often bring backlash; this was practically an occupational hazard for fortune tellers.

Upon hearing this reason, Nuwa was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle and pointed to the two Great Dao Marks that floated deep in her sea of ​​consciousness and that she had personally sealed—Time and Space and Creation.

"With these two around, what are you afraid of divine retribution?" Her eyes were full of mockery. "If divine retribution comes, you can just throw it into a pot of oil and fry it until it's crispy, then eat it in one bite, believe it or not?"

Qin Le: "..."

He was speechless for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully... what Nuwa said seemed to make a lot of sense.

The diviner fears divine retribution because his own strength is insufficient to withstand the backlash from Heaven. But what if one's strength is so great that even Heaven cannot harm him?

Is that divine retribution even a big deal anymore?

Qin Le comprehended the Great Dao, and his status was even above the Heavenly Dao.

Is this a backlash from Heaven?

We'll have to ask the Great Dao whether it agrees first.

It must be said that in terms of vision and confidence, the gap between him and beings like Nuwa is not small.

For Nuwa, the Heavenly Dao was merely a program for the operation of the Three Realms that needed maintenance. She didn't mess with it recklessly because she was afraid of breaking it and having to fix it herself—which would be too much trouble.

"How about it? Want to learn?" Nuwa asked again with a smile, her tone tempting: "It's quite interesting to do a divination for yourself now and then, to see your fortune for tomorrow and avoid minor disasters."

Qin Le hesitated for a moment, then shook her head again: "No."

"Why is that?"

"If we knew in advance what would happen tomorrow," Qin Le said, her eyes clear and her smile open, "wouldn't we have less to look forward to tomorrow?"

For many, knowing the future is alluring. But for Qin Le, it means being deprived of the unknown surprises and the joy of exploration.

What's the point of life if all you get is predictable spoilers?

He was full of anticipation for tomorrow and the future. And he possessed an endless lifespan, so what he had in abundance was the patience to wait.

Upon hearing this answer, Nuwa was taken aback at first, then a genuine smile appeared on her lips. But she still said:

"But with this method, you can also foresee potential dangers and prepare for them in advance. Wouldn't that be safer?"

"You're here." Qin Le looked at her, his eyes filled with complete trust, his smile devoid of any malice. "What danger could I possibly be in? Would you put me in danger?"

He had never even considered the situation that Nuwa proposed.

This is not naivety, but absolute respect for the power of a sage—to worry about one's safety every day when a sage is by one's side is to disrespect the sage's strength.

Besides, he's already calling her "Mom."

Which mother would stand by and watch her child be in danger without intervening?

At least in Qin Le's view, if he were to encounter a real crisis, Nuwa would never stand idly by.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa was stunned. A few breaths later, a gentle and warm smile slowly bloomed on her beautiful face, as if the ice fields were melting and spring was returning to the earth.

"Mmm..." She nodded gently, her voice carrying a long-lost sense of satisfaction from being relied upon: "You're right. I'm here for you."

She hadn't experienced this feeling of being completely trusted and entrusted by her child for far too long.

Qin Le's unreserved trust seemed to soothe a corner of the ancient loneliness in her heart.

This time, she will not allow history to repeat itself.

At the same time, at the Alliance headquarters, in the Jade Emperor's office.

The Jade Emperor, who was bent over his desk reviewing documents, suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on a report that had just been opened and whose ink was still wet—right under his nose, in the blank space of that document, without warning, a small, folded, yellowed piece of paper had appeared.

The Jade Emperor's pupils contracted slightly.

With his quasi-saint level cultivation and divine sense, he was completely unaware of the appearance of this note!

It appeared out of thin air, its aura blending perfectly with the surrounding environment, as if it had been lying there from the very beginning, never having moved.

This method... is divine!

Only a sage could handle such a matter with such ease, deceiving his senses. Could it be any sage?

If those beings in the Heavenly Realm were to issue a warning, they could simply send a message directly using their divine sense; why go through all this trouble?

If Nuwa had chosen Qin Le... perhaps there would be no need to be so secretive.

"Forget it, guessing is useless." The Jade Emperor rubbed his temples, reached out and picked up the slip of paper, unfolding it.

The paper contained only a few lines of writing, the handwriting flowing, yet conveying an ineffable Daoist charm:

Qin Le. Spiritual energy. Chaos. Quasi-Saint.

Three days later, at noon.

College, entering.

The Jade Emperor's gaze swept over them, and his heart suddenly tightened.

He instantly recognized that this was a common way for diviners to communicate—providing only keywords and images, without explaining the details, leaving it to the interpreter to deduce the complete context.

True master diviners, fearing the backlash of divine secrets, are often sparing with their words.

But the one who sent him the message... was a saint.

Why would a sage fear mere divine retribution?

They could have spoken frankly, but instead they chose to play this riddle-like game.

"This one... really is..." The Jade Emperor's lips twitched slightly, somewhat speechless.

But the information on the note was clear enough. His mind raced, and he instantly pieced together the whole picture:

Chaos, or one of its powerful subordinates, will launch an assassination attempt on Qin Le at noon three days from now, directly above the academy.

The attacker is likely a quasi-saint level being, and the method of attack may be related to spiritual energy.

"It is a bit strange... but the news is probably true." The Jade Emperor's expression darkened.

Regardless of who the messenger is or what their perverse motives are, he must take this matter seriously.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

The importance of Qin music is self-evident.

Even disregarding Qin Le's own value, if Chaos were to successfully assassinate Qin Le in the most heavily guarded mortal realm, above the academy, right under the Jade Emperor's nose...

The Heavenly Realm will lose all face, the morale of the front lines will be severely damaged, and it may even trigger internal panic and a crisis of trust—if even the core academies in the mortal world cannot be protected, who can guarantee the safety of the Heavenly Realm?

This should absolutely not be allowed!

Without further hesitation, the Jade Emperor gathered a point of dazzling golden light at his fingertip and pointed it in mid-air. The golden light disappeared into the void.

Before long, the office space rippled slightly, and a dark blue portal quietly opened.

Clad in black armor and adorned with prominent dragon horns, Ye Li took a step forward, her brows furrowed with urgency:

"What you said in your message... is it true? Chaos is going to take action against Qin Le?"

The Jade Emperor handed over the slip of paper and said in a deep voice, "Most likely. We must prepare for the worst."

Ye Li quickly scanned the note, and the aura of the Demon Lord involuntarily spread out, causing the room temperature to drop sharply:

"Three days later, at noon, above the academy... What audacity! They're slapping us in the face in front of all living beings in the Three Realms!"

"It's not just a slap in the face." The Jade Emperor shook his head, a cold glint in his eyes. "It's about shaking the foundation of our Three Realms and destroying our confidence. This battle... we cannot afford to lose."

Ye Li took a deep breath, suppressing her surging anger and killing intent, her voice as cold as ancient ice:

"Then we'll lay a trap and wait for them to come."

"Bury as many as come."