Empress Nuwa's Garden! The Ancestor Made the Cute Baby Cry with Cravings!

"Excuse me, are these small animals... edible?"

The profound and soul-searching question posed by the Qiankun Ancestor Heaven and Earth resounded like thunder throughout Kunlun Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, millions of living beings stood frozen in place.

Their values, repeatedly trampled and rubbed into the ground by this Sloppy Old Daoist, have been shaped into a form that even they themselves cannot comprehend.

Is there really nothing else in this Old Daoist's mind besides eating?

Facing the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation of Shangqing Tongtian, he was thinking about Roasted Sweet Potato.

Faced with the wisdom labyrinth of Yuqing Yuanshi, all he cared about was whether or not he would be provided with food.

Now, faced with the garden brimming with life created by the Empress Nuwa, his first thought was... could he eat it?

This isn't just about being a foodie; this person has truly refined the concept of "eating" into their Origin of the Great Dao!

At the Kunlun Mountain Peak, in front of the "Destiny Live Broadcast Room".

The atmosphere was so cold you could feel frost falling from the sky.

For the first time, a crack appeared on the gentle and beautiful face of the Empress Nuwa.

The smile on her lips faltered slightly as she looked at the Qiankun Ancestor in the water mirror, whose face was full of seriousness and who seemed to be truly waiting for an answer. She was momentarily speechless.

These little creatures, condensed from her purest Qi of Creation and treasured by her, were merely a dish in this old man's eyes?

"That wicked grandpa!"

Before Nuwa could react, Lin Shen in her arms was the first to bristle.

The little guy's cheeks turned red with anger, and he clenched his little hands into angry fists, waving them wildly at the Qiankun Ancestor in the water mirror.

"Don't eat it! Don't eat the kitten!"

"Kittens are so cute, how could you eat them!"

Lin Shen's voice trembled with tears, his large eyes brimming with moisture, his expression one of utter grievance.

He loves furry little animals, especially soft little kittens. This wicked grandpa actually wants to eat them! He's the biggest villain in the world!

"Yes! You're not allowed to eat it!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu immediately chimed in, his face full of righteous indignation. "Old man Qiankun, if you dare to lay a finger on my disciple Little Kitten again, believe me, I'll go down and roast you over a fire right now!"

Tongtian was overjoyed.

Great! This old Delia has finally messed with my precious apprentice! Let's see how he gets past this time!

Although Yuanshi Tianzun remained silent, the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his anticipation of a good show. He had always felt that a despicable person like Qiankun Ancestor, who only knew how to satisfy his appetite, should have been eliminated long ago.

Inside the examination hall, even the Qiankun Ancestor sensed that something was amiss.

Especially the coldness emanating from Empress Nuwa's beautiful eyes, which should have been gentle, made even Primordial Origin Golden Immortal like him feel a chill in his heart.

He quickly waved his hand, forcing a dry laugh as he explained, "Ahem, it's a misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding!"

"I was Old Daoist joking, trying to lighten the mood!"

"Look at these little guys, each one lively and adorable, brimming with spirit. I, Old Daoist priest, am too busy taking care of them to bear eating them!"

As the Qiankun Ancestor spoke, he wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, but his heart was bleeding.

What a pity.

What a pity!

That little turtle with butterfly wings had a clear shell that looked like it was full of collagen; it would be incredibly nourishing to make soup.

And those seven-colored mushrooms that can sing—their colors are so vibrant, they're obviously poisonous... no, they clearly contain seven great laws; if you crush them and use them as a condiment...

The Qiankun Ancestor forcibly pulled his thoughts away from the recipe.

He had a premonition that if he thought for another second longer, he might be "reborn" by the Empress Nuwa and recycled back into the furnace on the spot.

"Alright, the test begins."

Empress Nuwa glanced at him coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth.

The remaining four survivors all looked at the Qiankun Ancestor with eyes that seemed to regard him as an idiot, and silently put several feet away from him.

The Yang Mei the Great Immortal still maintained his ethereal and otherworldly appearance. He slowly entered the garden, his gaze sweeping over the exotic flowers and rare plants.

Finally, his gaze settled on a tiny white kitten with only a tuft of black fur at the tip of its tail.

As if sensing something, the kitten raised its head and looked curiously at Yang Mei with its sapphire-like eyes.

Yang Mei and smiled slightly, but did not step forward. Instead, he simply held up a finger in the air towards the kitten.

The next moment, an incredible sight appeared.

The space in front of Yang Mei's fingertips began to collapse and fold inward, layer upon layer, silently.

A "pocket space" that is independent of the garden, yet closely connected to it, was created out of thin air.

Within the space, soft clouds transformed into cat scratching posts, flowing life essence converged into streams, and several "light butterflies" condensed from the Space Laws danced gracefully.

The kitten's eyes lit up instantly when it saw this magical "new home".

It meowed happily, leaped into the pocket-shaped space, and began to happily sharpen its claws on the cloud-shaped scratching post.

Throughout the entire process, Yang Mei the Great Immortal did not move an inch, nor did he even touch the kitten in the slightest.

Using only his supreme understanding of the Space Dao, he created a perfect, safe, and comfortable "luxury cat villa" for this little cat out of thin air.

"This... remote childcare?"

"It's even fully furnished!"

The creatures at the foot of the mountain had their understanding of the universe refreshed once again; this powerful figure's application of Space Laws was simply unheard of!

At the summit, Fuxi gasped. He considered himself to have made significant progress in the Dao of Space by obtaining the Hollow Willow, but compared to this person, his own cultivation was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, you pass." Nuwa looked at the little cat frolicking in her pocket space and nodded in satisfaction.

Next up was the Yin-Yang Ancestor.

He chose a wilted Yin Yang grass with only two leaves left, on the verge of dying.

He walked to the grass, sat down cross-legged, his left hand emanating an aura of utter yin and death, while his right hand emanated an aura of utter yang and life.

The black and white energies merged in the palm of his hand, transforming into a perfect Tai Chi Diagram that slowly enveloped the Yin Yang Grass.

Under the influence of the Yin Yang energies, the dying herb visibly revived. Its two leaves, one black and one white, became glossy and smooth, and a new black and white bud sprouted from its rootstock.

"The cycle of Yin Yang continues, life and death are interdependent. This fellow Daoist has also passed the test." Nuwa nodded again.

The other two ancient rogue cultivators also displayed their unique abilities. One invoked the Great Dao of Music to accompany the lark, making its song soar into the Yunxiao; the other invoked the Water Element Law to purify the little goldfish's spiritual veins, making its scales shimmer with iridescent light.

Although not as shocking as the previous two, they were all done with great effort and were both approved.

In the blink of an eye, only the Qiankun Ancestor remained on the field, the one who had wanted to devour the exam questions from the very beginning.

All eyes were once again focused on him.

The Qiankun Ancestor looked at the lively little creatures in the garden, his face full of conflict.

Which one should I choose?

That turtle? No, its shell is too hard, difficult to eat... cough, difficult to take care of.

That mushroom? No, what if it's poisonous... Ugh, what if it stops "singing"?

He picked and chose, and finally his gaze settled on an inconspicuous clump of things in the corner.

It was a lump of... mud?

The Empress Nuwa casually sculpted a lump of clay, then, finding it unattractive, tossed it aside in a corner, forgetting even the ordinary clay that had given it life.

"I'll choose this one!" The Qiankun Ancestor and Earth pointed at the lump of mud, his voice booming.

Everyone was stunned.

Choosing a lump of mud? What's this Old Daoist up to now?

Nuwa was also taken aback, but still nodded. "Alright."

The Qiankun Ancestor and Earth chuckled and walked up to the lump of mud.

He had no room for evolution, nor could he reverse life and death.

He simply squatted down, stretched out his hands—which looked dirtier than mud—and scooped the clump of mud into his palms.

Then, he shakily pulled out the half of the Roasted Sweet Potato that he cherished as his life from his tattered Qiankun Bag.

He gently broke off a piece the size of a fingernail from the Roasted Sweet Potato.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he gently pressed the Roasted Sweet Potato, which exuded an endless sweet aroma, into the lump of mud.

"Eat up, eat up."

He kept muttering to himself, like an old man coaxing his grandson.

"Old Daoist, this is all I have left, you can have it all."

"Eat it, and you'll grow up."

Buzz--!

The moment that Roasted Sweet Potato, containing the essence of Innate Spiritual Root and the energy of the Dragon Flame Sword, melted into the mud.

That ordinary lump of mud suddenly burst forth with billions of rays of light!

A profound, vast, and primordial aura, like the earth at its creation, swept across the entire Kunlun Mountain!

The mud twisted and deformed violently in the rosy light, eventually transforming into a cute, earthy-yellow little mud figure.

The aura emanating from that clay figure moved everyone present.

"That's... the Earth Mother Qi?!" On the mountaintop, the usually indifferent face of Taiqing Laozi changed color for the first time.

"No! It's even more primordial than the Earth Mother Qi! It's... the legendary... Yellow Origin Qi?!"

The voice of the Yuanshi Tianzun was filled with uncontrollable shock!

At the foot of the mountain, countless living beings looked at the little clay figure bathed in the Yellow Origin Qi, completely losing the ability to speak.

They finally understood why the Three Pure Ones had chosen "the clay sculpted by their youngest disciple" as the final reward.

It turns out that the mud from the Kunlun Mountain is really... not ordinary mud!