Sages Join Forces to Create a "Rice Bowl"! The First Glimpse of Reincarnation!
"Feasible!"
Nuwa and Houtu's voices carried a tremor they themselves were unaware of.
The two words, like the first thunderclap at the World Creation, resounded in the dead silence of the underworld.
Lin Shen's naive "rice bowl theory" was like a delicate embroidery needle, precisely piercing through the mental barriers that were wrapped up by the layers of natural laws.
My mind suddenly cleared!
They no longer dwell on how to "repair" and "save," as that would be tantamount to going against the karmic forces of the entire Primordial World.
The new direction is to create a "transfer station".
A transitional place where endless remnant souls can temporarily find rest, cleanse themselves of resentment, and ultimately gain the right to be reborn!
"Using my Dao of Creation, I will shape the 'form' of its soul."
Nuwa struck first, and the light in her beautiful, Sage eyes was no longer compassion, but an absolute creative light that was almost akin to the "Tao".
She no longer tried to directly touch those remnant souls, as that would be tainted by endless karma.
What she needs to do is create a "container" that can perfectly hold them!
She stretched out her jade-like fingers and made a grasping motion across the deepest part of the Netherworld Rift.
Buzz!
The Space Laws collapsed at her fingertips, and a wisp of the purest and most ancient death energy of the netherworld was forcibly extracted from the bottom of the abyss where time stood still.
That deathly aura, devoid of any acquired resentment, is one of the cornerstones that constitute this world.
Immediately afterwards, the sacred power of creation within Nuwa, which nurtured all things, surged forth like a warm tide.
One death, one life.
Two diametrically opposed supreme powers began an incredible interweaving and fusion within her fair palm.
The deathly aura of the underworld was forcibly distorted, forming the skeleton of the "bowl," which was the stability of the "form."
The divine power of creation, like fine stitches, stitched it together and infused it into the core of "spirit".
A delicate little bowl, about the size of a palm and translucent gray-crystal in color, spun around in her hand, slowly taking shape.
This bowl, though seemingly flimsy and fragile, contains an indestructible Divine Chains of Law both life and death.
The moment it was born, it exuded an instinctive attraction to the surrounding fragments of souls, as if it were the warm womb where all souls slept before their birth.
It's done.
Nuwa gazed at her masterpiece in her palm, a hint of joy just appearing before it was replaced by a new cloud of sorrow.
"Wrong."
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"It's just an empty shell, a cold 'home.' It can hold souls, but it can't alleviate their pain, much less cleanse their resentment. When a soul enters it, it's simply moving from a large cage to a small one."
She looked up at Houtu, her gaze questioning.
Houtu took a step forward, and the Earth Laws beneath her feet silently spread, calming the surging resentment around her by three-tenths.
"I'll do it."
Instead of asking for anything from the outside, she stretched out her finger and pointed it at her heart.
A drop of Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood, crimson tinged with Mysterious Yellow Color, seeped from her fingertip and floated in the air.
That drop of blood had no fishy smell whatsoever; instead, it exuded the fragrance of early spring soil and the boundless vitality of all things reviving.
"With my blood, I will transform the Houtu to bear the suffering of all living beings."
Houtu's voice was not loud, but it carried a grand and compassionate vow that silenced all things in heaven and earth.
She flicked her fingertips lightly.
That drop of primordial essence transformed into a stream of light and entered the "Soul Bowl" in Nuwa's hand.
Buzz--!
A soft hum came from inside the small bowl.
The drop of blood fell to the bottom of the bowl, but instead of spreading, it instantly transformed into a tiny, yet incredibly thick and realistic, dark yellow miniature earth!
Above the earth, wisps of "smoke" woven from the compassionate path of Houtu and the boundless merit and vows are rising gently.
The wisp of smoke from the chimney was enough to calm the restless spirits in the distance.
Hearing it can make one forget the hunger and thirst of the soul and body.
Touching it can cleanse the resentment and hatred from Divine Soul.
"This is... 'Spiritual Food'!"
Nuwa gazed at the wondrous land within the bowl and exclaimed in delight.
Houtu's Dao of Earth the earth resonated so perfectly with Lin Shen's ingenious ideas!
What she created was not food.
This is clearly a spiritual home where the soul can find peace and purification!
"Not enough."
Houtu looked at the small world within the bowl and gently shook her head.
"This place can soothe the soul, but it is too desolate. If a soul is trapped here, it will remain unchanged for eternity. While resentment may dissipate, the original spiritual imprint will likely be erased along with this endless loneliness."
What's the difference between a colorless and unchanging spiritual world and another, more elaborate cage?
The two goddesses fell silent once again.
Just then, a childish, timid request rang out.
"Sister, I... I want to play too."
Lin Shen looked up at the incredibly beautiful little bowl in their hands with starry eyes.
This "cooking bowl" game looks so fun!
Nuwa and Houtu exchanged a glance, and a slight smile appeared in their Sage's Heart.
The person in question finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Sure."
Nuwa smiled and carefully handed this half-finished product, which was already a top-tier spiritual treasure of the Primordial World, to Lin Shen.
"So, what kind of something nice do you want to draw in this bowl, Little Lin Shen?"
"Um..."
Lin Shen held the small bowl in both hands, feeling as if he had received the most fun toy in the world.
He tilted his head, his little eyebrows furrowed tightly, thinking very seriously.
Second Master's Block World? Not fun at all, it's cold and impersonal.
The Third Master's Immortal-Slaying Flying Car? That's too exciting, it'll scare the little gray-haired kid.
Uncle Fuxi's drawing game...
Yes! That's it!
Lin Shen's eyes lit up. He stretched out his chubby index finger, which had a bit of baby fat, and gently touched the small patch of dark yellow earth in the bowl.
He didn't use any supernatural powers; he simply shared his purest and happiest "thoughts."
"I wish there were lots and lots of fluffy kittens rolling around on the ground here!"
Buzz--!
The tiny world within the bowl suddenly shone with immense brilliance!
Nuwa and Houtu's pupils suddenly contracted!
From their perspective, they were horrified to see that, with Lin Shen's thought, a brand-new Great Dao Law that had never appeared in the Primordial World before—the "Law of Cuteness"—manifested out of thin air!
The law transformed into countless adorable runes, weaving together on that vast, yellow earth to form a group of endearing white kittens chasing their own tails!
Every move they make is precisely timed to the point where the Divine Soul feels the ultimate warmth and relaxation!
"I wish it could rain candy here forever!"
Splash--
In the sky above the small world within the bowl, a supreme Daoist aura of "Taiqing Non-action" flashed by!
Immediately afterwards, countless colorful raindrops of candy light fell from the sky, each drop containing a trace of the sweetness of Laozi "Sugar Sage" Origin of the Great Dao Taiqing!
That sweetness nourishes the true spirit!
"I hope there's a big, sparkly house here, where people dance that... most dazzling ethnic style!"
Boom!
A dazzling golden phantom of the Jade Void Yuxu Palace rose from the ground! Ignoring all physical rules, it began to sway wildly, accompanied by an extremely demonic celestial sound!
The rhythm subtly echoed the "Following Heaven and Responding to People" principle of the Yuanshi Tianzun!
Lin Shen was having a blast.
He poured all his fun and happy memories into this little bowl-shaped world.
Nuwa and Houtu stood to the side, completely petrified.
They were unable to describe the turmoil in their hearts.
This is hardly a child making a wish.
This is clearly based on his own supreme talent of "All Things Affinity," forcibly "drawing upon" the Origin of the Great Dao of all the Sage and innate magical treasures to embellish this "toy"!
Under Lin Shen's "graffiti," this small bowl has been transformed into a super amusement park that gathers the essence of the great powers of Kunlun Mountain and even the entire Primordial World!
When Lin Shen finally got tired of playing, he clapped his hands in satisfaction.
The once empty "soul bowl" has transformed into a bizarre and wonderful "final home of the soul," filled with joy, peace, and supreme Daoist charm.
It is no longer just a bowl.
It is the... prototype of reincarnation!
"Alright!"
Nuwa and Houtu forcibly suppressed the shock in their hearts; they knew that the most crucial moment had arrived.
Nuwa solemnly picked up the now perfect "Soul Bowl," raised it high, and issued Sage's Edict that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, facing the roaring Nether Abyss of endless resentment!
"All lonely souls of the Primordial World, heed my decree!"
"This is the 'Bowl of Rebirth.' Those who enter this bowl will enjoy eternal peace, be purified, and have hope for a better afterlife!"
Those who do not enter will face eternal damnation!
"Return to your positions immediately!"
The law's decree is like thunder; its Words Manifest Reality!
That small "Bowl of Rebirth" burst forth with billions of feet of divine light of merit in the air, transforming into a full moon that was warmer than the sun and brighter than the moon, showering down on the abyss a call from "home" that no soul could resist!
Deep within the rift valley, the countless remnant souls that had been mired in deathly silence were now fully awakened and erupted in chaos!
But this time, it wasn't because of resentment or malice.
Rather, it stems from an extreme yearning for light and warmth that transcends countless ages! An instinctive urge to "go home"!
Streams of gray torrents surged from every corner of the abyss, rushing madly toward the warm "crescent moon" in the sky!
However, at that very moment, an accident occurred.
The "Bowl of Rebirth" created by Nuwa and Houtu is too perfect, and the "vitality" it represents is too unique!
For these lingering souls who have been in despair for billions of years, that is the only salvation!
The only one!
Too many monks and too little porridge?
No! It's millions of starving people rushing to grab that single grain of rice!
In an instant, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything! Those remnant souls that had just been rushing towards the light, in order to be the first to touch it, once again fell into a more frenzied and tragic infighting than ever before!
The souls behind were frantically devouring the souls in front, all in an effort to get one step closer to that light!
In an instant, the entire Nether Abyss transformed into a bloody, violent, and all-consuming Asura meat grinder!
The intensity of the riots was more than a hundred times greater than before!
"Not good!"
The color drained instantly from Nuwa and Houtu's faces.
A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down their foreheads.
Their plan is theoretically flawless.
But they... underestimated despair!
They didn't create hope; they were the single spark that ignited the entire powder keg of the underworld!
An ultimate soul chaos, capable of dragging the entire Primordial World into annihilation, has already begun!