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

As night fell, Qin Le returned to his dormitory and immediately immersed himself in his sea of ​​consciousness, finding Nuwa, who had transformed into a lump of yellow mud and was quietly floating.

"Mother Nuwa," he leaned closer to the lump of yellow clay, asking with some curiosity, "did something happen between you and Senior Jiu Yuan?"

The yellow clay trembled slightly, instantly taking the shape of a small clay figure. Nuwa looked up at him with her little face: "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm... just a little curious." Qin Le scratched his head, smiling a little embarrassedly, "I felt like the atmosphere when you two met was a little... off."

Although he didn't quite understand the brief conversation between Nuwa and Li Jiuyuan today, he could clearly sense a complex and profound emotion swirling between them. This made him want to gossip about it.

The little clay figure of Nuwa sighed softly, without answering immediately.

After a moment, she began to slowly recount the ancient war that swept across the three realms—a brutal war between humans and demons that devastated all living beings in the three realms.

Although she did not experience it firsthand, she could travel back in time and see every detail, every drop of blood and tears.

As she recounted the story, her tone was calm, but she placed most of the blame on herself.

Qin Le listened quietly, his expression gradually becoming serious. Although he knew that the two races had once fought a war, he knew nothing about the details or the extent of its brutality.

"If only I hadn't left back then." The little clay figure Nuwa sighed again at the end, her voice filled with long-held self-reproach: "This war... could have been avoided."

Qin Le was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked seriously:

"Mother Nuwa, after you left back then... are Senior Jiuyuan and the others still able to contact you?"

The little clay figure of Nuwa paused for a moment, then nodded: "Alright. I've left a way to contact her."

"Since I was able to contact you," Qin Le said with clear eyes but unusual certainty, "then I believe that this war... has absolutely nothing to do with you."

"Why?" Nuwa asked, puzzled.

In her view, the root of all tragedy began with her departure. If she had been there, the war would not have started.

"Because it's a war that humanity has no choice but to fight to establish itself," Qin Le said slowly, his eyes revealing a wisdom beyond his years. "Your presence might buy you some time, but it can't stop it. As long as humanity wants to truly gain a foothold in the Three Realms, this war... will come sooner or later."

As an observer, he saw things more clearly.

In that era of survival of the fittest, the newly born human race had to prove its strength to all other races if it wanted to gain the right to survival and respect.

The truth is that the human race won, and many races were even forced to assimilate into the demon race in order to contend with the human race.

"Why couldn't I stop it?" Nuwa pressed.

She couldn't understand why, with her saintly status, she couldn't stop a war.

"Because Senior Jiuyuan and the others never sought your help during the most tragic and desperate times of the war." Qin Le looked at her, his gaze as firm as a rock: "This is the best evidence. Even if you were still in the Three Realms at that time, they would probably kneel down and beg you not to interfere."

He understood all too well the thoughts of Li Jiuyuan's generation. If he were in that situation, he would most likely have made the same choice.

"..."

The little clay figure of Nuwa fell silent.

She suddenly understood the deeper meaning behind Qin Le's words.

At that time, the human race, protected by her as the mother of humankind, was seen by other races as nothing more than clay figures created on a whim by a saint.

Even with the approval of Heaven, in the hearts of all races, humanity will always be a child inseparable from its mother.

That bloody war that swept across the three realms was not only for survival and dignity, but also a declaration by humanity to this mother and to the entire world:

We've grown up.

We can rely on ourselves to live uprightly in this world.

This also explains why Li Jiuyuan and the others were willing to endure endless bloodshed and witness the fall of their compatriots, but never uttered a single word of pleading for help to her.

"Actually, your departure back then was a good thing," Qin Le smiled, his tone becoming more relaxed. "Otherwise, you would have been forced to watch them die one by one on the battlefield, and even if you tried to help, they would have pushed you away... That would have been an even longer ordeal for you."

What he said was the truth.

Some growth is destined to be accompanied by growing pains.

Sometimes, a mother's absence is actually a necessary condition for a child to learn to walk independently.

Upon hearing this, the little clay figure Nuwa suddenly asked a question out of the blue:

"And what about you?"

"Me?" Qin Le was taken aback.

"Now I understand what they were thinking back then." Nuwa raised her small face and looked at him earnestly: "So... will you be like them in the future?"

To be honest, before Qin Le pointed it out, she never understood why Li Jiuyuan and the others would rather endure such a terrible sacrifice than ask her for help.

Even when asked, Fuxi and others always remained tight-lipped and unwilling to discuss it further.

Now she understands. It's because the child has grown up, yearns for independence, and therefore rejects the mother's protection.

What about Qin Le?

Will he push her away in the future in order to become independent?

"I don't know," Qin Le answered without hesitation, his voice firm and resolute.

"Why?" Nuwa tilted her head, her curiosity growing even stronger.

"Times have changed, Mother Nuwa." Qin Le grinned, speaking with righteous indignation: "Senior Jiu Yuan and the others had no choice but to do that back then; it was a desperate battle against all odds. But I'm not facing that kind of 'fight or face annihilation' situation now. With such a powerful 'thigh' like you by my side, of course I'd cling to you as tightly as possible!"

He was genuinely grateful for the sacrifices and struggles of Li Jiuyuan's predecessors.

If they hadn't fought with blood and fire to carve out a path for the human race and laid the foundation for becoming the overlord of the three realms, Qin Le would probably still be facing a similar predicament today.

It is precisely because of the pioneers who paved the way that he can now rely on their support and walk a relatively smooth path.

The little clay figure Nuwa looked at him speechlessly: "If Jiu Yuan heard you say that... she'd probably beat you up."

"It's nothing," Qin Le waved his hand dismissively. "Just leave me alive. No matter what, you wouldn't really kill me, would you?"

"What if we really kill him?" Nuwa glanced at him.

"Then just revive me." Qin Le smiled, her eyes crinkling, her tone relaxed. "Is that... difficult for you?"

Nuwa was completely speechless.

What else can be said?

Should we not resurrect him?

She can't do it.

Moreover, with her around, even if Li Jiuyuan is angry, she would never actually kill Qin Le; at most, she would just beat him up to vent her anger.

Thinking of this, Nuwa raised her small hand—the Daoist principles of the Great Dao of Time and Space and the Great Dao of Creation were drawn from the depths of Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness, rapidly intertwining and condensing in her palm, transforming into a Great Dao hammer flowing with starlight and the luster of life.

Seeing that familiar hammer reappear, Qin Le was instantly stunned: "Mother Nuwa?! What... what's going on this time?!"

He couldn't understand what he had said that offended her, and why he was being attacked again.

"No reason."

The little clay figure of Nuwa pouted, her tone revealing a hint of unpleasantness that was hard to explain.

"You go first..."

Before Qin Le could finish speaking, Nuwa appeared before his soul in a flash, wielding the seemingly small but heavy hammer and striking it down firmly.

Boom!

A deep, resounding boom, seemingly originating from the depths of the soul.

Qin Le's vision went black, his consciousness was instantly severed, and his soul slumped down, lifeless.

Seeing Qin Le unconscious, the little clay figure Nuwa finally released the Great Dao Hammer from her hand with satisfaction.

There was a reason why she knocked on Qin Le's door.

Whether Qin Le did it intentionally or unintentionally, after hearing his words, Nuwa's heavy sense of self-reproach, which had lingered in her heart for countless years, actually dissipated considerably.

It was originally her, the mother, who should have been the one to comfort and guide the child, but now Qin Le had instead cleared up the child's knots and relieved the burden in just a few words.

Is this... reasonable?

Nuwa thought it was very unreasonable!

So, tap it once, and it'll balance things out.

That makes perfect sense.