Nüwa Sends Warmth? The Holy Land's Saintly Maiden Is Already Molded!

Primal Celestial Venerable's "Father," a title potent enough to tarnish a Saint's Dao Heart, still echoed.

Sovereign of Heaven's domineering sword intent, ready to shatter the Heavenly Dao for his "Father," continued to clash within Yang Chen's sea of consciousness.

Above Golden Ao Island, the thread of black line from the Void, precisely projected by Yang Chen's will, still hung silently, a fragile testament to a Saint's domain.

The entire Primordial World had fallen into an eerie, high-pressure silence.

Just then.

A completely different will descended quietly.

It wasn't cold and orderly like Primal Celestial Venerable's, filled with a sense of lofty judgment.

Nor was it sharp and domineering like Sovereign of Heaven's, carrying a killing aura that could cleave through anything.

This will was warm.

It was gentle.

It swept silently over Yang Chen's Divine Soul, entangled by immeasurable Karmic Force, without any aggression, attempting to soothe the boiling desire for destruction.

Within this will lay the joy of creation, the vitality of all things sprouting, and a compassion originating from the very beginning of life.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Wa Huang Palace.

Saint Nuwa.

"Little friend Yang Chen, do not seek your own demise."

Her Saint's Will transformed into the gentlest Dao sound, resonating directly within the depths of Yang Chen's True Spirit.

Her voice, unlike Primal Celestial Venerable's urgency or Sovereign of Heaven's arrogance, possessed a maternal sanctity that could melt even a heart of stone.

It was as if she were not speaking to a madman threatening the entire Primordial World, but comforting a child who had been wronged and was throwing a tantrum.

"Life is precious, and cultivation is not easy. Why must you go this far?"

The voice gently persuaded, each syllable imbued with the rhythm of the law of "life," forming a stark contrast with the aura of "death" and "destruction" from the Void surrounding Yang Chen.

Yang Chen maintained his pose of utter despair, ready to end himself at any moment, the bizarre smile of great liberation and great freedom unchanged on his face.

Deep within his Divine Soul, however, the frozen sea constructed by absolute reason stirred with silent waves due to this newly appeared will.

Nuwa.

Creator of humans, Saint, Mother of the Primordial World.

Among the Six Sages, the only female, and the one with the deepest Karma with the Human Race.

Her approach was entirely different from the Three Pure Ones.

Primal Celestial Venerable attempted to buy him with status and treasures.

Sovereign of Heaven attempted to win him over with valor and might.

She, however, attempted to influence him with emotion and gentleness.

Within Yang Chen's heart, the cold flame of "reason" dissected Nuwa's intentions with perfect clarity.

She knew he was a transmigrator from the Human Race.

She was gambling, gambling that a sliver of belonging to "humanity" and a trace of filial affection for "Mother" still remained deep within him.

She was using her most potent weapon to dismantle his strongest defense.

Indeed.

Saint Nuwa's voice sounded again, growing even more tender, more filled with an irresistible sense of closeness.

"I know you are burdened by Karmic Force and suffer in your heart."

"This is not your fault; it is merely fate playing its hand."

Her words precisely hit the point that any "victim" most longed to hear—you are not wrong.

This was an extremely masterful psychological offensive.

First, empathy, then comfort, and finally, she presented her bargaining chip.

A chip no male being could refuse.

"How about this? I just used the last bit of Nine Heavens Breath Soil from my creation of humans to mold a few stunning human Saintesses for you."

Her voice carried a hint of perfectly calibrated tenderness.

"Each one embodies the finest spirits of heaven and earth, the essence of the universe, with pure Divine Souls, and they are most understanding."

"I will send them to your cave dwelling immediately to serve you tea and water, to alleviate your worries. What do you say?"

Nine Heavens Breath Soil!

The supreme divine object used to create the Human Race!

Beings molded from this substance possessed foundations as profound as the most top-tier innate deities!

And these were stunning Saintesses, no less.

Pure Divine Souls, and understanding.

This was no longer a simple "warmth delivery."

It was a direct gift of future Dao companions, perfect cauldrons for dual cultivation, and absolutely loyal servants.

This gift was more thoughtful than Primal Celestial Venerable's position as vice-leader, and more tempting than Sovereign of Heaven's command over the myriad immortals.

It directly targeted the most fundamental desires of living beings.

However, within Yang Chen's Divine Soul's icy sea, not a single ripple stirred.

Only deeper, colder mockery.

Saints truly had remarkable methods.

Primal Celestial Venerable's shackles were power and position.

Sovereign of Heaven's shackles were loyalty and righteousness.

And Nuwa's shackles were gentleness.

And desire.

A saintess created from Nine Heavens Breath Soil?

What a saintess indeed.

Pure Divine Soul?

That meant they were blank slates, easily imprinted with any will Nuwa desired.

Understanding and considerate?

That meant they were the best spies, able to perceive his every move when he was most relaxed.

Sent to alleviate boredom?

No.

They were sent as exquisite, inescapable cages.

Once he accepted them, once he showed even the slightest greed or wavering, it would be equivalent to handing his greatest vulnerability directly into her hands.

From that moment on, he would no longer be the threat holding the button of destruction.

But a pawn with weaknesses, controllable by beauty and desire.

A Saint's gift was never free.

The price marked on the back was freedom, the future, everything!

The twisted smile on Yang Chen's face did not change in the slightest.

But the pure, cold flame of destruction in his eyes burned even more intensely because of this "gentle" probe.

He did not respond.

He did not even show any emotional fluctuation.

He answered Nuwa's "good intentions" with the most thorough, most resolute dead silence.

This silent refusal caused the compassionate will in Wa Huang Palace to momentarily freeze.

Nuwa discovered that this Yang Chen was impervious to both soft and hard tactics, impossible to influence.

His Dao Heart had not collapsed.

Instead, it had transformed into a chaotic, primordial rock that had frozen the entire universe!

No emotion, no desire could leave even the slightest trace upon it.

Since that was the case...

Yang Chen moved.

He still stood in place, making no sound.

However, the immeasurable tribulation karmic force churning around him underwent an extremely subtle change, yet one that made Saint Nuwa's saintly heart tremble violently.

That pure power of "returning to the void" was no longer spreading indiscriminately throughout the entire Primordial World.

One strand, more condensed and purer than the previous black line cast towards Golden Ao Island, a destructive origin, was precisely peeled out by him.

This strand of destructive origin had no target.

Or rather, its target was all beings with "vitality" throughout the entire Primordial World!

It silently merged into the laws of heaven and earth.

The next moment.

On the Primordial World's land.

In the East Victory Divine Continent, a spirit deer running in the mountains suddenly stopped its vigorous stride, the light in its eyes instantly dimmed, its vitality extinguished, and it fell straight down.

In the South Continent of Jambudvipa, a towering ancient tree's verdant leaves turned yellow and curled at a visible speed, finally turning to ash and fluttering down.

In the West Niu He Continent, a rushing great river's fish and shrimp simultaneously flipped their bellies and floated to the surface, a dense aura of death rising from the riverbed.

In the North Kuluzhou Continent, a crying demon infant's cries abruptly ceased, its small body instantly turning cold.

The Ancestral Land of the Human Race.

The farmer tilling the field, the stone plow in his hands snapped silently.

The children playing by the river, the smiles on their faces froze abruptly.

The tribal elder sacrificing to Mother Nuwa, the last syllable of his prayer caught in his throat, unable to be spoken.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

No world-destroying storms of law.

Only the law of "life" being silently, efficiently, and extensively erased!

This was Yang Chen's response to Nuwa.

Aren't you the Saint of Creation?

Don't you see all living beings as your children?

Aren't you the most compassionate, the one who cannot bear to see living beings suffer?

Then, right before your eyes, I will erase your most cherished "creations" from this world, bit by bit!

I will make you watch firsthand as your children walk towards annihilation under your gaze as their Mother Saint!

This was a million times more vicious than directly threatening Nuwa herself!

This was the most precise, ultimate strike aimed directly at the foundation of a Saint's Dao Heart!

"Zheng--!"

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, within Wa Huang Palace, a sharp, ominous sound like a snapped string echoed throughout the entire palace.

The sacred and compassionate face of Saint Nuwa instantly lost all color, leaving only a deathly pallor.

Her delicate hands, which had created all things, trembled violently.

Her sacred smile froze completely.

She realized that this Yang Chen was impervious to all persuasion, impossible to appease, and more troublesome than a stubborn stone from Chaos!