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

In the celestial realm, on a certain border battlefield.

The battle was extremely fierce. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals formed battle formations and fought day and night against the surging chaos beasts, making the invisible boundary as solid as a rock.

Limbs, broken blades, magical embers, and chaotic energy mingled together, staining this celestial realm with an endless hue of blood and fire.

And in the deepest part of that chaotic beast tide—

A black-haired woman clad in dark gold armor and wearing a golden mask sat quietly in the void.

Centered on her, a vast array with no visible boundaries slowly began to operate. The array patterns, like chains, suppressed hundreds of Quasi-Saint level, thousands of Great Luo Golden Immortal level, and thousands of Golden Immortal level Chaos Beasts within it, making it impossible for them to break through even half a step.

She alone is a living seal.

The masked woman was recuperating. Each activation of the formation and suppression of backlash consumed a great deal of energy.

She needs time to recover, and once she returns to her peak condition, she will activate the formation again to gradually eliminate or reduce the strongest Chaos Beasts among them.

Just then, a soft golden light suddenly rippled out beside her.

The masked woman tilted her head slightly, her gaze beneath the golden mask fixed on that point of golden light.

"What's up?"

She spoke, her voice coming through the mask, calm and undisturbed.

"Two days later," came the Jade Emperor's voice from within the golden light, equally direct: "I wish you to descend to the mortal realm."

"reason?"

"Chaos wants to assassinate Qin Le."

The masked woman paused for a moment, then said, "I can't leave here."

"It's alright," the Jade Emperor said calmly. "I will send Zhenwu to temporarily guard this formation in your place."

"Then why not just send Zhenwu?" the masked woman retorted. "His strength is no less than mine, why must I descend to the mortal realm?"

The place she guards is one of the most dangerous main battlefields in the Heavenly Realm.

Those qualified and capable of single-handedly commanding such a battlefield are few and far between in the entire Heavenly Realm—only those at the Quasi-Saint Perfection level can accomplish this.

"The Goddess Nuwa has returned." A subtle, almost imperceptible glint appeared in the Jade Emperor's voice: "You really don't intend... to go and see her?"

"..."

The masked woman remained silent.

After a long time, so long that even the roars of the surrounding chaotic beasts seemed distant, she finally responded softly:

"...Call me when the time comes."

"it is good."

The Jade Emperor's voice carried a hint of relieved laughter, and the golden light immediately dissipated.

The masked woman turned her gaze back to the chaotic beasts struggling in the formation below, but she was already somewhat distracted.

She was among the first humans created by the goddess Nuwa herself. To her, Nuwa was like her own mother.

No child would not long to see their mother again after a long separation.

She is no exception.

But she was also...afraid.

In the face of that catastrophe that swept across the three realms, she and her brothers and sisters made that resolute choice.

In the end, all her brothers and sisters perished, leaving her the only survivor.

She never regretted her choice back then—it was the necessary price to pay.

But she was afraid that Nuwa would blame her, and she was afraid to see disappointment, pain, or even more complicated emotions in her mother's eyes.

For this reason, after learning that a wisp of Nuwa's soul had returned and that Qin Le had been taken as her disciple, she never went to pay her respects.

But some things, some people... must eventually be faced.

"Mother..." the masked woman murmured softly, gazing towards the mortal realm, her voice so faint it sounded like a sigh, "What...how would you see me?"

In the mortal realm, at the academy's training ground.

"Tsk tsk, Zhao the Madman is still the same Zhao the Madman, he hasn't changed at all."

"Zhao the Madman's offensive is fierce, but I'm still betting on Big Hammer to win."

"Then why didn't you place a bet when the odds opened?"

"I have no money!"

"You can buy on credit."

"Get out of here, do you think I'm the kind of person who buys on credit?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

On the sidelines of the training field, the senior students who had been invited to watch the game were munching on melon seeds and giving their comments with laughter.

In the arena, Zhao Yaya and Qian Shuning were locked in a fierce battle.

Zhao Yaya's long-handled broadsword swirled with countless blade shadows. Each strike unleashed a surge of water energy, her attacks crashing like a tsunami, relentless and terrifying in their power.

Qian Shuning swung the massive iron hammer, which was taller and heavier than him. Each strike carried the weight of a mountain, using force to overcome skill and stability to control chaos, thus deflecting Zhao Yaya's frenzied attacks one by one.

Both fighters have a style of fighting that is wide-open, head-on.

This is also why Zhao Yaya always likes to spar with Qian Shuning—it's exhilarating to fight, and she doesn't have to hold back.

At this moment, Tang Chen looked at Qin Le, who was quietly watching the battle beside him, and asked with a smile, "Junior Brother Qin Le, what do you think?"

"Pretty good." Qin Le smiled and gave a fair evaluation.

"So, do you think their sparring... has there been any room for improvement?" Tang Chen continued, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Other senior students around also looked over, wanting to hear what insights this junior, who had been specially trained by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, had on combat understanding.

After all, the story of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden personally descending to earth to capture and train people had already spread all over the internet.

Qin Le pondered for a moment and said, "Let's talk about Senior Zhao Yaya first. Her attacks are fierce enough and her momentum is strong, but... she lacks a bit of 'endless and continuous' staying power."

"Aftereffects?" a senior student asked, puzzled.

Not only her, but several others also looked puzzled. A few who already had guesses waited for Qin Le to continue.

Qin Le's gaze fell on Zhao Yaya's raging swordplay in the arena, and he said slowly:

When the ocean unleashes a tsunami, is there only one giant wave? When a river overflows its banks, does the floodwaters recede after just one surge?

Everyone was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

The power of water is never a single strike, but rather a continuous process of erosion, submersion, and reshaping.

Zhao Yaya's depiction of water captures the violence of water, but she has not yet truly grasped its enduring and inexhaustible nature.

"Ya Ya! Did you hear that? Your junior is giving you pointers!" a senior student shouted with a smile into the arena.

"Nonsense! Don't I know that myself?" Zhao Yaya forced Qian Shuning back with a slash, then yelled back, "The problem is, I can't do it!"

Everyone understands the principle, but there is always a gap between intention and action.

"Then you're really useless~" the senior continued to tease.

"Damn it! If you say another word, believe me, I'll come over and chop you up right now!" Zhao Yaya glared fiercely.

"Come on~ come on~" the senior student said confidently, even making a face.

Tang Chen smiled and shook his head, ignoring the two bickering, and then asked Qin Le, "What about Qian Shuning? What do you think of him?"

Qin Le glanced at Qian Shuning, who stood calm and collected in the arena, each blow landing solidly on the ground. A knowing look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled, his tone carrying a deeper meaning:

"Well... I can only say that if he gives me his permission."

"Huh?" The senior students around were all taken aback.

At this moment, a senior student, eager for a good show, shouted into the crowd:

"Qian Dachui! It seems like junior Qin Le has figured out your secret! Do you agree to let him tell you?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Shuning, who was focused on his opponent, trembled and nearly got hit by Zhao Yaya's blade. He quickly took two steps back and shouted back at the top of his lungs:

"Junior Qin Le! Please don't tell! I'm begging you!"

Qin Le turned to the crowd, shrugged helplessly, and smiled:

"If the senior doesn't agree, then... I can't say anything."