Nuwa and Houtu Meet for the First Time! For Little Ancestor, We'll Be Sisters!

The deathly silence of the Nether Abyss is more powerful than any roar.

It's like an invisible hand, gripping the throat of time and space.

Houtu stood at the edge of the rift, watching the once raging sea of souls now solidify into a gray mirror, motionless.

Her heart, the heart that beat in sync with the pulse of the Primordial Land, pounded wildly out of control.

She knew.

Lin Shen's Child's innocent words remark was not a joke.

It touched upon some fundamental, ironclad law that transcends the laws of nature.

That is life's absolute yearning for the "source".

It is darkness's primal thirst for "light".

The countless remnants of souls stood there quietly, lost in thought, gazing up at the tiny figure at the edge of the rift valley.

The ancient resentment and madness that burned in their eyes were extinguished.

Instead, there was a kind of pure, almost pilgrimage-like reverence.

They are waiting.

Waiting for that little god to fulfill his promise, filled with the aroma of candy and roasted meat.

Lin Shen had no idea the earth-shattering impact of his words.

All he saw was that the "gray-clad children" below seemed to have really become obedient and stopped making noise.

He clapped his little hands happily, turned around, and looked at Houtu with his bright eyes, his little face full of pride that said, "Praise me!"

"Look, sister! They're all behaving themselves!"

Houtu stepped forward and pulled him back into her arms, feeling a mix of emotions.

How could she explain to this innocent child that his promise was a dream even a Sage couldn't achieve?

Give these spirits candy?

They don't even have the most basic physical form, how can they taste it?

Let them watch the house and dance?

Imprisoned forever in this sunless abyss, unable to perceive even a ray of light, how could they possibly see anything?

This is a dead end.

A dead end that began with the utmost kindness but was destined to end in the deepest disappointment.

Houtu sighed softly, pondering how to speak without hurting that pure heart.

Sudden.

A seven-colored ray of light, like a divine sword piercing the dawn, fiercely tore apart the eternally unchanging gray sky above the netherworld.

The rosy glow transformed into a rainbow bridge, stretching precisely from the horizon to their front.

As the light faded, a figure emerged, gracefully approaching, stepping on a trail of light.

The newcomer was dressed in a magnificent palace gown, the hem of which was embroidered with lifelike images of mountains, rivers, plants, and all living things, which flowed with her steps.

A single vermilion dot between her brows, so vibrant it eclipsed the world, and the Qi of Creation surrounding her was so rich it seemed impossible to dissipate; she herself seemed to be the embodiment of "life" and "beauty."

It was Nuwa.

"Lin Shen!"

As soon as Nuwa's figure solidified, she rushed forward and eagerly "snatched" Lin Shen from Houtu's arms, holding him tightly.

Her divine sense flowed like mercury across the ground, scanning Lin Shen's body again and again to make sure he hadn't lost a single hair, before her anxious heart finally eased a little.

"You silly child! What did you do in this creepy place! You scared your sister to death, you know that?!"

Nuwa's voice contained undisguised lingering fear and reproach.

She had been searching all the way from Kunlun Mountain, and when she sensed that Lin Shen's aura had finally disappeared into this desolate and resentful land, her entire Sage's Heart almost stopped beating.

This is a forbidden zone in the Primordial World; even Daluo Golden Immortal could perish and vanish upon entering!

"Sister Nuwa!"

Lin Shen was overjoyed to see Nuwa, and immediately reached out his little hands to hug her neck, nuzzling her cheek affectionately.

"Sister, you're here! Are you here to play with Lin Shen and help these gray-haired kids too?"

Nuwa was taken aback upon hearing this.

Only then did she realize the extremely eerie atmosphere around her, and the earthen-yellow figure standing quietly not far away, whose calm expression made her feel an invisible pressure.

Houtu.

At this moment, the two goddesses who held the highest authority in the Primordial World officially met.

A subtle tension silently permeated the air.

Nuwa held Lin Shen in her arms, her eyes filled with scrutiny and wariness. She couldn't understand why Houtu, who was always indifferent to worldly Houtu and didn't even bother to go to the Zixiao Palace, would bring Lin Shen to such a dangerous place.

Houtu looked back calmly, her gaze as serene as the earth, encompassing all things. She could clearly sense the almost boiling protective instinct emanating from Nuwa, and... a trace of barely perceptible hostility.

The two goddesses represent life's "creation" and the earth's "bearing".

Their paths are similar in origin, and they should naturally be compatible.

But at this moment, a natural confrontation arose because of the small figure in the middle.

Like two mothers who both wanted to give their children the best of everything, they had a fundamental disagreement about their parenting styles.

"Houtu Daoist Houtu," Nuwa spoke first, her tone polite but unable to conceal her questioning intent, "This place is filled with resentment; it is no place of peace. May I ask what brings my younger brother here?"

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa," Houtu's voice was gentle and calm, without a trace of emotion, "I did not 'bring' him here. It is this land that is guiding us."

She paused, her gaze shifting to the desolate ravine, a hint of sorrow in her voice.

"It is also the millions of lingering souls here pleading with him... for help."

Nuwa followed her gaze and then noticed the countless lingering souls gazing up in awe in the abyss.

As Sage of creation, her perception of life and soul is unparalleled in the Primordial World.

She instantly realized that the quietness of those lingering souls was merely a facade; the resentment and pain accumulated within them had reached the point of eruption.

It was a volcano that could erupt at any moment and shatter the entire Netherworld.

Lin Shen is the only variable who can calm the volcano...

"A plea for help?" Nuwa frowned. "How can we ask for help? They have long been rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and even gods and Buddhas cannot save them."

"But Lin Shen to their request."

Houtu simply stated this fact calmly.

Nuwa's breath suddenly caught in her throat.

She lowered her head and looked at Lin Shen, who was gazing at her with clear, big eyes. The little guy's eyes were full of trust and expectation.

"Sister Nuwa, you're the most amazing! You'll definitely conjure up lots and lots of delicious food and fun toys for them, right?"

These words were not like the utterances of a child, but rather like a Heavenly Constitution decree, striking Nuwa's Sage's Heart with a resounding thud.

How should she answer?

Tell him, "Your sister can't do it?"

Tell him that these "gray children" are destined to be forever condemned to a life of misery; is this their fate?

Looking into Lin Shen's pure, untainted eyes, she couldn't bring herself to utter the cruel truth, which weighed as heavy as a billion pounds.

She is Sage of creation, the giver of life.

But now, she is about to personally crush the purest hope and kindness in a child's heart.

This is a thousand times more difficult than asking her to defy the will of Heaven.

Houtu watched this scene silently without uttering a sound.

She knew that Nuwa was going through the same struggle she had just experienced.

This was also the first time that they truly empathized with each other.

A long time.

In Nuwa's bright and beautiful eyes, all hesitation and struggle vanished, leaving only a resolute expression.

That was a steadfast determination to risk one's own destiny, even at the cost of one's own life.

She made a decision.

A decision that could potentially lead her to utter ruin, but one she would never regret.

She couldn't let Lin Shen down.

She wanted to protect the innocence in this little one's heart, a purity more precious than the laws of heaven themselves.

Nuwa slowly put Lin Shen down, then turned to Houtu beside her and solemnly extended her hand.

The wariness and hostility on her face had vanished.

Instead, there is a solemn sense of solidarity and shared destiny.

"Houtu Daoist Houtu."

"I don't know what to do."

"But for Lin Shen's sake, I think... we can give it a try."

Houtu looked at her outstretched hand, at the same determination in her eyes that mirrored her own, and for the first time, a smile bloomed on her serene face, which had been bearing the loneliness of eternity.

That smile, like the first breeze of spring, melted away millions of years of ice and snow.

She reached out and grasped Nuwa's hand tightly.

"Good."

One word, heavier than Mount Tai.

At this moment, the two most supreme goddesses of the Primordial World, for a common goal to protect, and for a child's innocent promise, their originally incompatible paths were connected seamlessly for the first time.