Chapter 1

The vast South Sea surged in majestic waves, boundless as far as the eye could see.

Islands scattered across the sea like fragments of jade strewn over a jade-green platter.

Deep within the island chain, an Immortal Island flickered in and out of view, suffused with mysterious Dao rhythms, breathing out seven-colored rosy light and countless auspicious signs.

Suddenly, a fairy clad in a Nine-Colored Robe, Human-Headed Snake-Bodied, arrived upon the waves and stopped amid the clouds.

Her skin was fair as snow, and her beauty was peerless. She was none other than Empress Nuwa.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun had just finished preaching the Dao and distributed his treasures. The three thousand listeners had returned from Zixiao Palace, each seeking the true essence of the Great Dao.

Nuwa had received a wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi and comprehended the Mysteries of Creation while listening to the Dao. Her cultivation had already reached the Quasi-Saint realm.

Yet the Heavenly Dao was boundless, and the path of cultivation grew ever more difficult.

Seeking an opportunity for a breakthrough, she had traveled throughout the Primordial World, observing Heaven, Earth, and all things.

How strange. When had an Immortal Island appeared here?

Nuwa lightly furrowed her delicate brows and gazed at the scene below, puzzled.

The island was rich in spiritual energy, yet it seemed both connected to and detached from the surrounding world.

The heavenly secrets were chaotic, ** apart from the world.

Without a chance encounter, one would likely never have perceived its existence.

Could it be hiding some mystery?

With a thought, Nuwa waved her sleeve aside the clouds and gracefully descended onto the Immortal Island to investigate.

What looked from afar like a mere drop in the ocean was, in truth, all-encompassing.

Even a small mountain on the island spanned a million li, while mountains like it were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

After several days of searching, joy gradually appeared in Nuwa's eyes.

She perceived that this island seemed to conceal countless rare treasures.

The deeper she went into the island's heart, the denser the precious spiritual plants became.

In a short time, she had already harvested dozens of rare spiritual treasures.

These were all the essence of Heaven and Earth, tempered by the passage of ages!

After the fierce beasts **, the struggles between races, and the clashes between Dao and Demonic, Heaven and Earth had long since become devastated.

Even if truly precious spiritual treasures had survived, they had long been claimed by powerful figures from every side, leaving almost no trace of them in the world.

Yet here, these treasures grew everywhere like weeds, inexhaustible and unbelievable.

She became increasingly certain that this Immortal Island was no ordinary place.

Perhaps it concealed a heaven-shaking secret and a peerless opportunity that even the rulers of Heaven and Earth had never discovered.

At this thought, stormy waves rose in her heart. No longer caring about the precious herbs along the way, she flew directly toward the island's core.

In the blink of an eye, she stood atop an ancient divine mountain.

Looking down, she saw a strange tree growing from a treasure land. It had only nine translucent leaves, beautiful as jade, with unfathomable truths of Heaven and Earth flowing through their veins.

A divine fruit the size of a fist hung amid its branches and leaves.

Great Dao patterns were inscribed upon its peel, while Auspicious Cloud surrounded it and scattered countless rays of rosy light.

When she reached the foot of the mountain and looked up at the strange fruit, she was instantly stunned.

Could this... be a supreme treasure left behind from the Creation of Heaven and Earth?

Her exquisite facial expression was filled with shock.

Who would have thought that, after Heaven and Earth first opened, such a divine object would still remain in the world?

A clear breeze swept over the mountaintop, carrying an aura of origin that brushed across her face.

After inhaling only a wisp, she felt every acupoint in her body tremble in unison, while the mana within her churned like raging waves.

This was simply a priceless treasure vault!

Her heart surged with excitement.

Fixing her gaze on the divine fruit, she clearly perceived the ceaseless creative might of the world gestating within it.

This power was mysterious and unfathomable, quietly Changing all things around it.

Nourished by it, many spiritual plants were undergoing subtle transformations in their origins.

Not far away, an ordinary spiritual plant suddenly erupted with spiritual light and instantly rose in grade.

She stood frozen on the spot.

One had to know that from the moment all things in Heaven and Earth were born, their foundations and potential were set. There was rarely any possibility of change.

Yet the power of creation contained within this divine fruit could reverse one's origin. It was truly beyond imagination.

Compared with the Way of Creation she cultivated, the gap was more than a thousand miles.

Nuwa could feel that the value of this Chaos Spirit Fruit was no less than Hongmeng Purple Qi, perhaps even greater. If she could refine it and comprehend the Power of Creation within it, she might directly enter the Hunyuan realm.

Since the Primordial World had been opened, the Heavenly Dao had stood clear while the Great Dao remained hidden. To bypass the Heavenly Dao and comprehend the laws of the Great Dao was nearly as difficult as ascending to heaven. Those lacking sufficient foundations and talent did not even have a one-in-a-hundred-million chance.

For this very reason, cultivators of the Primordial World who wished to attain the Hunyuan Dao had no choice but to rely on the methods passed down by Dao Ancestor Hongjun. Yet now, this spirit fruit showed her another path—the possibility of attaining the Hunyuan Dao through the Dao of Law of Creation.

However, the spirit fruit seemed not to be fully ripe. Picking it now would leave something lacking. Nuwa decided to wait a while longer.

Thus, she ** cultivated beneath the divine tree, comprehending the Great Dao of Creation and absorbing Chaos Spiritual Breath.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed. Her cultivation had improved considerably, but when she opened her eyes, she discovered that the divine tree had vanished without a trace.

Nuwa was first stunned, then greatly angered. She immediately began a thorough search across the Immortal Island.

Three thousand years passed. She found the divine tree nine times, but each time, it escaped her.

This spiritual root was not fixed in any one place. Instead, it wandered beyond the Great Dao, its roots embedded in nodes of time and space. It might seem close at hand, yet in reality be separated by an entire time-space. As time flowed on, its location constantly changed, leaving no trace to follow and making it impossible to calculate.

Another thousand years passed since the last time it slipped through her fingers. Nuwa nearly turned the entire Immortal Island upside down, yet she still saw no trace of the divine tree.

This was outrageous!

She stood atop an Innate Divine Wood, nearly beside herself with anger. Even her Dao heart wavered slightly.

This spiritual root was as slippery as a loach. There was simply no way to catch it.

The previous few times, she had decided to end things quickly, yet the moment the thought arose, the divine tree had already disappeared without a trace.

Could it be that I truly have no affinity with this spiritual root?

After pondering for a long while, Nuwa Shook her head.

She could not continue searching so aimlessly. Otherwise, even ten thousand years would be wasted, with nothing but time squandered.

Nuwa recalled the fragrance of that spirit fruit, carrying mysterious Dao rhythms, and could not help swallowing. Just as she was feeling frustrated, the entire Immortal Island suddenly began to shake violently.

A mountain peak suddenly erupted with ten thousand rays of rosy light. Overwhelming creation qi swept through the air, and the spiritual plants on the island grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The spiritual root has appeared?!" Nuwa instantly turned into a streak of light and rushed toward the mountaintop.

When she arrived at the bottom of the valley, the divine tree had already withered away, leaving only nine verdant leaves on its branches. On one of those leaves sat an adorable little child, staring around curiously with big watery eyes.

That single glance nearly melted Nuwa's heart.

Nuwa immediately sensed a familiar chaotic aura—the spirit fruit had actually succeeded in taking form! The fragrance drifting from the little boy was even more enticing than before, making her unconsciously lick her lips again.

When Lin Fan looked up, he suddenly discovered a woman with a snake tail coiled before him. Her fixed stare startled him so badly that he shuddered. As a transmigrator, he knew all too well how dangerous the Primordial World was, especially since he was a spirit fruit born of Heaven and Earth.

"Y-you, stop right there!" Watching Nuwa draw closer, Lin Fan nervously stretched out his little hand in warning. "Come any closer, and I won't be polite!"

Nuwa hurriedly forced out her gentlest smile. "Don't be afraid. I only want to talk with you." As she spoke, she quietly edged half a step closer.

Lin Fan wore a stern expression. Nuwa found it amusing and burst out laughing, though she did not dare move another half-step closer.

This spirit fruit was slippery. If she startled him and he ran away again, there would truly be nowhere to look for him.

"Don't be afraid. Sister will not hurt you," Nuwa soothed softly.

"Who exactly are you? How did you get here?" Lin Fan blinked his large eyes and asked in an innocent, casual tone.

Though he appeared calm, he was already thinking of a way to escape.

The woman before him was surrounded by a terrifying immortal aura. She was at least a Quasi-Saint-level powerhouse.

If he were caught, he would probably be eaten until not even scraps remained.

Although Lin Fan's act was quite convincing,

Nuwa saw through the little rascal's intention to flee at a glance and grew somewhat anxious.

An idea came to her, and she blurted out, "Actually... I'm your biological Sister."

"Sister?"

Lin Fan, who had been about to run for his life, froze when he saw Nuwa's sincere expression.

As a transmigrated soul, he had coexisted with the spirit fruit ever since his muddled awakening.

He spent every day focused on cultivation and rarely paid attention to the outside world.

Could there truly be another fruit in this world, one sharing the same root and origin as him?

"You're lying!"

Nuwa's heart tightened. Could it be that this brat had seen through her?

"How did I lie to you?"

"You're so pretty. You don't look anything like me!" Lin Fan declared with perfect confidence.

Nuwa was rendered speechless for a moment and could only laugh awkwardly. "Same to you. You're quite adorable too."

Naturally, Lin Fan did not believe such nonsense.

Especially since she still had that tail—he certainly did not have one.

"You say you're my sister. How will you prove it?"

"Well..." Nuwa's facial expression stiffened. "Sister took form several thousand years before you did. Isn't it normal for us to look a little different?"

After taking form, the Chaos Spirit Fruit possessed talent and foundations even stronger than those of Innate Divine Demons, along with innate intelligence.

Although he had not been in human form for long, he was not so easy to fool.

"But..." Lin Fan was still doubtful. He always felt that the way this woman looked at him was strange.

"But what?"

"Ever since before you took form, I've guarded this place, afraid that someone with ill intentions would discover you and take you away."

Ripples appeared In her eyes, carrying a touch of grievance.

Faced with such a deliberate display,

Lin Fan sneered inwardly. Did she really think he would fall for it so easily?

Seeing that her little trick had failed, Nuwa's eyes flashed. She raised her fair hand, and vast spiritual rhythms of creation instantly pervaded the area.

Nourished by those spiritual rhythms, the strange flowers and exotic grasses around them grew wildly in an instant.

"Illusions can be faked, but one's origin cannot be imitated."

"Do you believe me now?"

Nuwa gazed at Lin Fan, the corner of her lips curling upward.

Sensing the Power of Creation that shared his origin, a trace of doubt flashed through Lin Fan's eyes.

As a Chaos Spirit Fruit, this aura of origin should have been unique.

If the two had no connection at all, it was truly difficult to explain.

Little one, if you wanted to compete with me, you were still too inexperienced.

Nuwa secretly felt pleased with herself.

Back then, she had ** cultivated beneath the divine tree for a thousand years, absorbing the spiritual essence that overflowed from the spirit fruit and comprehending the mysteries of creation.

Although she had not grasped its full truth, she could still imitate a fraction of its essence. Deceiving a little fellow who had only just taken form was more than easy enough.

"Are you really my Sister?"

Lin Fan asked hesitantly.

"Of course I am. Come, let Sister hold you."

Nuwa smiled warmly.

Lin Fan looked at the steep mountains ahead and hesitated for a moment.

Seizing the chance, Nuwa stepped forward and gathered him into her arms without allowing any refusal.

"Wah—let go!"

Before he could react, Lin Fan was buried in softness and nearly unable to breathe.

Nuwa inhaled his crisp spiritual fragrance and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

As expected of a Chaos Spirit Fruit—his entire body was clear and pure, and he was especially comfortable to hold.

If she could take just a small taste, that would be even better.

Dazed by the sudden attack, Lin Fan struggled several times before barely managing to poke his head out.

When Nuwa saw his porcelain-white little face, her heart softened.

"Little brother, what is your name?"

"Lin Fan."

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Lin Fan kept a straight face, clearly unhappy with this sister's forceful manner.

Seeing this, Nuwa suddenly produced five spirit pearls. Each was a different color, gleaming brilliantly like twinkling stars.

She smiled and asked Lin Fan, "These are Sister's gifts for you. Do you like them?"

Lin Fan's eyes immediately lit up. The five spirit pearls respectively contained the attributes of water, fire, wind, lightning, and earth. Each one was a rare treasure, and when used together, they possessed astonishing power.

"I like them." Lin Fan happily accepted the spirit pearls.

"Call me Sister and let me hear it."

"Sister." Lin Fan raised his little face and obediently called out.

Warmth filled Nuwa's heart. Looking at Lin Fan's innocent smile, even her heart, weathered by countless years, was about to melt.

Lin Fan asked curiously, "Sister, why do you have a tail? Why don't I?"

Nuwa's face darkened. She hated it most when others mentioned this. If anyone else had said such a thing, they would have been unlucky long ago, but when Lin Fan asked, she found it cute instead.

Nuwa gently pinched Lin Fan's cheek and explained, "It's transformed. Once you learn spells, you can do it too." At the same time, she quietly changed her snake tail into human legs.

Lin Fan nodded and did not ask any further questions.

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