The Primordial World

The vast South Sea, turbulent and magnificent, stretched boundlessly.

Islands scattered like stars dotted the sea's surface, resembling shattered jade scattered on a jade plate.

Deep within the archipelago, an immortal island appeared and disappeared, exuding profound Dao Charm and emitting colorful auspicious clouds, bringing boundless fortune.

Suddenly, a fairy clad in a Nine-Colored Robe, with a human head and snake's body, glided across the waves and stopped in the clouds.

Her skin was fairer than snow, her beauty peerless; she was none other than Empress Nuwa.

At this time, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had just finished his sermon and distributed treasures. The three thousand listeners had returned from Zixiao Palace, each seeking the true meaning of the Great Dao.

Nuwa had been bestowed a wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi and, during the sermon, had comprehended the Mysteries of Creation. Her cultivation had already reached the Quasi-Saint realm.

However, the Heavenly Dao was infinite, and the path of cultivation grew increasingly arduous.

To find an opportunity for breakthrough, she was traveling throughout the Great Desolation, observing all things in heaven and earth.

Strange, when did this immortal island appear here?

Nuwa furrowed her delicate brows, gazing downward, a sense of doubt arising within her.

She saw that the island was rich in spiritual energy, yet it seemed to exist in a state of being both connected to and separate from the surrounding world.

The Heavenly Mysteries were chaotic, ** secluded from the world.

Without a fortuitous encounter, it would be difficult to detect its existence.

Could there be a hidden secret?

With a thought, Nuwa waved her sleeve, parting the clouds, and gracefully descended onto the immortal island to investigate.

From afar, the island appeared as insignificant as a speck of dust in the vast ocean, but in reality, it encompassed everything.

A single small mountain on the island was a million miles wide, and such mountains were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, countless.

After several days of exploration, a smile gradually bloomed on Nuwa's face.

She sensed that this island seemed to hide countless rare treasures.

The deeper she ventured into the island's heart, the more densely packed the precious spiritual plants became.

In a short time, she had already collected dozens of rare spiritual items.

These were the essences of heaven and earth that had endured the test of time!

Fierce Beasts ** , tribal conflicts, and clashes between Dao and Demonic forces had left heaven and earth already battered and broken.

Truly rare spiritual items, even if they survived, had long been claimed by various powerful beings, making them almost impossible to find in the world.

Yet here, these precious items were as common as weeds, seemingly inexhaustible, which was unbelievable.

She became increasingly convinced that this immortal island was no ordinary place.

Perhaps it held astonishing secrets and unparalleled opportunities that even the rulers of heaven and earth had not discovered.

With this thought, a surging wave of emotion rose in her heart. She could no longer concern herself with the precious herbs along the way and flew directly towards the island's core.

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

Looking down, she saw a wondrous tree growing in a blessed land. It had only nine leaves, as translucent as fine jade, with veins that flowed with unfathomable principles of heaven and earth.

Hanging among the branches and leaves was a divine fruit the size of a fist.

The fruit's skin was inscribed with Dao patterns, surrounded by auspicious clouds, scattering myriad rays of light.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain and gazing up at this wondrous fruit, she was instantly lost in a trance.

Could this... be a supreme treasure left from the creation of heaven and earth?

Her exquisite face was filled with shock.

Who would have thought that after the initial creation of heaven and earth, such a divine object would still exist in the world?

A gentle breeze from the mountaintop blew past, carrying the aura of origin.

Just inhaling a wisp, she felt all the acupoints on her body vibrate, and the spiritual energy within her surged like a raging tide.

This was simply a priceless treasure trove!

Her heart was filled with excitement.

Her gaze fixed on the divine fruit, she clearly perceived the ceaseless power of creation gestating within it.

This power was mysterious and unfathomable, and it was subtly transforming the surrounding things.

Numerous spiritual plants, nourished by its influence, were undergoing subtle changes in their origins.

A common spiritual plant not far away suddenly erupted with spiritual light, instantly completing a grade ascension.

She stood frozen on the spot.

One must know that from the moment all things in heaven and earth were born, their foundations and potential were predetermined, with little possibility of change.

Yet the power of creation contained within this divine fruit could reverse origins, which was truly beyond imagination.

Compared to 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 that of Hongmeng Purple Qi, perhaps even greater. If she could refine it and comprehend the power of creation within, she might directly step into the Hunyuan realm.

Since the Great Desolation was first opened, the Heavenly Dao has been manifest, while the Great Dao has been hidden. To bypass the Heavenly Dao and comprehend the laws of the Great Dao is almost as difficult as climbing to heaven. Those with insufficient roots and aptitude don't even have one in a hundred million chance.

Precisely because of this, if Great Desolation cultivators wish to attain the Hunyuan realm, they have no choice but to rely on the methods passed down by Dao Ancestor Hongjun. But now, this Spirit Fruit has shown her another path—the possibility of attaining the Hunyuan realm through the Dao of Creation.

However, the Spirit Fruit does not seem to be fully ripe yet. If she were to pick it now, it would be somewhat lacking. Nuwa decided to wait a while longer.

Thus, she began to cultivate beneath the divine tree, comprehending the Great Dao of Creation and absorbing the Chaos Spiritual Breath.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and her cultivation had advanced considerably. But when she opened her eyes, she found that the divine tree had vanished without a trace.

Nuwa was stunned at first, then furious, and immediately launched a thorough search of the immortal island.

Three thousand years passed, and she had found the divine tree nine times, but each time it had escaped.

This Spiritual Root was not fixed in one place but roamed outside the Great Dao, its roots anchored to spacetime nodes. It appeared to be within reach, but in reality, it could be separated by an entire spacetime. As time flowed, its position constantly changed, leaving no trace and making it difficult to track.

Another thousand years passed after their last near miss, and Nuwa had almost turned the entire immortal island upside down, yet she still could not find any trace of the divine tree.

This is outrageous!

She stood atop an Innate Divine Wood, almost beside herself with anger, her Dao heart wavering slightly.

This Spiritual Root was as slippery as an eel; there was no way to capture it.

The first few times, she had decided to act swiftly, but the moment the thought arose, the divine tree had already disappeared without a trace.

Could it be that I am truly fated to be without this Spiritual Root?

After pondering for a long time, Nuwa shook her head.

She could no longer search aimlessly like this, or even ten thousand years would be in vain, a waste of time.

Nuwa recalled the fragrant scent of the Spirit Fruit, which carried a mysterious Dao Charm, and couldn't help but swallow. Just as she was feeling dejected, the entire immortal island suddenly began to shake violently.

A mountain peak erupted with myriad rays of light, and the overwhelming energy of creation surged forth, causing the spiritual plants on the island to grow wildly at a visible rate.

"The Spiritual Root has appeared?!" Nuwa instantly transformed into a stream of light and rushed towards the mountaintop.

When she reached the bottom of the valley, the divine tree had already withered, leaving only nine lush green leaves on its branches. On one of the leaves sat a ** cute little baby, gazing around curiously with its big, watery eyes.

That one glance melted Nuwa's heart.

Nuwa immediately sensed the familiar chaotic aura—the Spirit Fruit had successfully transformed! The fragrance emanating from the little boy was even more alluring than before, making her lick her lips again.

As Lin Fan looked up, he suddenly found a woman with a snake's tail coiled before him. Her intense gaze startled him. As a transmigator, he was all too aware of the dangers of the Great Desolation, let alone being a Spirit Fruit born of heaven and earth.

"You, you stop right there!" Lin Fan nervously stretched out his small hand to warn as Nuwa approached, "If you come any closer, I won't be polite!"

Nuwa quickly put on her gentlest smile. "Don't be scared, I just want to chat with you." As she spoke, she stealthily took another half-step forward.

Lin Fan's expression turned serious. Nuwa found it amusing and chuckled, but she dared not take another step closer.

This Spirit Fruit was too slippery. If she startled him and he ran off again, she wouldn't be able to find him anywhere.

Don't be afraid, Sister won't harm you. Nuwa soothed him softly.

Who are you? How did you get here? Lin Fan blinked his big eyes, feigning innocence as he asked casually.

Though he appeared calm, he was already contemplating escape methods.

The woman before him was enveloped in a terrifying immortal aura; she was at least a Quasi-Saint.

If he were caught, he feared he would be devoured without a trace.

Although Lin Fan's act was quite convincing.

Nuwa saw through the little trickster's attempt to slip away at a glance and became a little anxious.

An idea struck her, and she blurted out, "Actually... I'm your biological sister."

Sister?

Lin Fan, who was about to bolt, froze upon seeing Nuwa's sincere expression.

As a soul from another world, he had coexisted with the Spirit Fruit since his vague awakening.

He spent his days cultivating diligently and rarely paid attention to the outside world.

Could it be that there was truly another fruit in this world, sharing the same origin as him?

"You're lying!"

Nuwa's heart tightened. Had this kid seen through her?

"How am I lying to you?"

"You're so beautiful, you don't look like me at all!" Lin Fan said righteously.

His words left Nuwa momentarily speechless, and she could only force a dry laugh, "Likewise, you're quite cute too."

Lin Fan naturally didn't believe such nonsense.

Especially since she had a tail—he didn't have that.

"If you say you're my sister, how can you prove it?"

"Well..." Nuwa's expression faltered. "Sister transformed into human form thousands of years before you, so it's normal for our appearances to be a bit different, right?"

After the Chaos Spirit Fruit transformed, its aptitude and roots were even more formidable than those of Innate Divine Demons, possessing innate spiritual intelligence.

Although I only recently took form, I'm not that easily fooled.

But... Lin Fan still had doubts, he always felt the way this person looked at him was strange.

But what "but"?

"From before you even took form, I've been guarding this place, afraid you'd be discovered and taken by someone with ill intentions."

Nuwa's eyes rippled, tinged with a hint of grievance.

Facing such feigned emotion, Lin Fan scoffed inwardly, did she really think he would fall for it so easily?

Seeing her little trick was ineffective, Nuwa's eyes flashed, and with a light wave of her hand, a powerful surge of creation's spiritual essence instantly permeated the area.

The strange flowers and exotic grasses around, nourished by the spiritual essence, grew wildly in an instant.

"Illusions can be faked, but origins are hard to imitate."

"Is this believable now?"

Nuwa gazed at Lin Fan, a slight curve at the corner of her lips.

Sensing the power of creation that shared the same origin as himself, a flicker of doubt crossed Lin Fan's eyes.

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

If he said there was no connection between them, it would be truly difficult to explain.

Little one, you're still a bit short of being able to contend with me.

Nuwa thought smugly.

Back then, she had spent ** a thousand years under the divine tree, absorbing the spiritual energy overflowing from the spirit fruit and comprehending the mysteries of creation.

Although she hadn't grasped the true essence, she could still imitate some of its charm, more than enough to fool a little one who had just taken form.

"Are you really my sister?"

Lin Fan asked hesitantly.

"Of course, I am. Come, let your sister hug you."

Nuwa smiled brightly.

Lin Fan looked at the steep mountain terrain before him, hesitating for a moment.

Nuwa seized the opportunity to step forward and, without any preamble, pulled him into her embrace.

"Waaah—Let go!"

Before he could react, Lin Fan was enveloped in softness, almost unable to breathe.

Nuwa inhaled the crisp spiritual fragrance, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

As expected of a Chaos Spirit Fruit, its entire body was pure and refreshing, incredibly comfortable to hold.

It would be even better if she could have a little taste.

Lin Fan was disoriented by the sudden assault, and after several struggles, he managed to poke his head out.

Seeing his fair, delicate face, Nuwa's heart softened.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"Lin Fan."

Lin Fan's face was stern; he was clearly unhappy with his sister's forceful approach.

Seeing this, Nuwa suddenly produced five spirit pearls, each of a different color, shimmering and radiant like twinkling stars.

She smiled and asked Lin Fan, "These are your sister's gifts to you. Do you like them?"

Lin Fan's eyes immediately lit up. These five spirit pearls contained the attributes of water, fire, wind, lightning, and earth, respectively. Each one was a rare treasure, and their combined use would yield astonishing power.

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

"Call me sister, let me hear it."

"Sister." Lin Fan looked up at her with a small, obedient face and called out.

Nuwa felt a warmth spread through her heart. Looking at Lin Fan's innocent smile, her heart, which had experienced so much, felt like it was melting.

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

Nuwa's expression darkened; she hated it most when people brought this up. Anyone else who said this would have suffered misfortune, but when Lin Fan asked, she found it endearing.

She gently pinched Lin Fan's face and explained, "This is something I conjured. You'll be able to do it too once you learn spells." As she spoke, she subtly transformed her snake tail into a human-like form.

Lin Fan nodded and stopped asking.