"Not what I thought?"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and was about to ask about the reason, but Nuwa suddenly stopped speaking.
The saint did not continue to dig deeper into this topic that made Qin Feng frightened. Instead, he waved his hand gently.
The wide sleeves brushed through the void, as if wiping away a layer of invisible dust.
The originally static relief sculpture about the birth of human race in the center of the hall suddenly came to life.
Light and shadow intersect, and time and space flow backwards.
In the picture, a woman wearing a simple animal skin is standing by the muddy river, holding a ball of loess in her hand.
That was Nuwa before sanctification.
There was innocence and hope on her face, and every time she splashed the mud, she was accompanied by a burst of laughter. When the mud fell to the ground, it turned into a living human race, worshiping her and chanting Saint Mother.
Immediately afterwards, the situation in the nine heavens suddenly changed.
The boundless Merit Golden Light pours down like a waterfall. It is a reward from heaven and the cornerstone of sanctification.
The whole Primordial World is trembling, and All Spirits is cheering.
The picture is sacred and majestic, enough to make any monk's blood boil with excitement and wish he could take his own life.
"It's very beautiful, isn't it?"
Nuwa, who was standing aside, looked at himself back then with a mocking sneer on his lips.
"Even if hundreds of millions of years have passed, this is still the most talked about legend of Primordial World. Nuwa Creates Humans, who has become a saint through merit and virtue, will never die and enjoy all the glory in the world."
"But, Qin Feng."
"Take a closer look."
Nuwa Point your finger.
The screen suddenly zoomed in, and a horrifying scene was seen through the layer of Merit Golden Light, Qin Feng that was so bright that it was dazzling.
Those seemingly auspicious golden lights did not merge into Nuwa's body and become her power.
On the contrary.
The moment they came into contact with the soul of Nuwa, they quickly cooled, solidified, and deformed.
Click.
Click.
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching sound of metal friction, the immeasurable merit turned into golden chains engraved with heavenly runes.
These chains are silent, but they are everywhere.
They penetrated Nuwa's bones, entangled her limbs, and even penetrated deeply into the depths of her soul, binding the originally agile and free Innate Godly Saint to a void throne named "Saint Position".
As the last chain was fastened.
In the picture of Nuwa, the agility in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an indifferent paleness.
She raised her hands high, seemingly accepting the coronation from heaven and earth, but in fact she was wailing silently in the golden shackles.
"This..."
Qin Feng pupils vibrate.
Although I had already guessed that saints were controlled by heaven, I never expected that it would be so concrete and so... tragic.
Where is sanctification in this?
This is clearly a life sentence, and it is the kind of person who is paraded through the streets with gold shackles!
"Do you see clearly?"
Nuwa's voice was filled with a hint of exhaustion and a helplessness that went deep into his bones.
She turned around and no longer looked at the disgusting picture. Instead, she stared at Qin Feng and pointed at her heart.
"Since the day of his sanctification, Nuwa, who could cry, laugh, and be happy for a long time just because he made a clay figurine, has been dead."
"The only thing that survived was a symbol called 'Empress Nuwa'."
"Everything I say and do must comply with Heavenly Mandate. I love the human race I created and regard them as my children, but when the demon clan slaughters the human race and refines Witch-Slaying Sword, I can only watch."
Nuwa clenched his fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, but there was no blood, only the golden holy power was stirring.
"Because the way of heaven says that the demon race controls the sky and Wu Clan controls the earth. The human race will rise but has to go through hardships."
"So I can't take action, I can't take revenge, I can't even say a harsh word."
"When the sky falls and the earth collapses, and all human beings are dead and injured, the law of heaven says again, it's your turn to take the stage."
"So I have to be like an obedient mason, take Five-Colored Stone to Mending the Heavens, clean up this mess, and earn that disgusting merit."
"My name is Saint Mother."
Nuwa took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly red, but he stubbornly refused to shed tears.
"Actually, it is just an... advanced repair tool to maintain the stability of Primordial World."
There was dead silence in the hall.
Only that relief still plays the scene of sanctification in a loop, over and over again, as if mocking the so-called supreme saint.
Qin Feng said nothing.
He looked at the woman in front of him who had shed all her halo and revealed numerous scars. The charm in his heart had long since disappeared.
Instead, there is the anger of being a chess piece, and an urge to overturn the chessboard.
No wonder she is interested in herself as a "variable".
For a prisoner who has been locked in a golden cage for hundreds of millions of years, even a fly flying in represents the free world outside.
What's more, I am not a fly.
It's a hammer.
"So, you find me."
Qin Feng broke the silence, his tone no longer joking, but rather serious.
"Is it because I'm not in the damn script?"
"Yes."
Nuwa raised his head suddenly.
She looked at Qin Feng, and for the first time there was an emotion called "desire" in her eyes.
That kind of look is more fervent and pure than the wild look during courtship just now.
It's like a drowning person grabbing the only straw, like a person who has been in darkness for a long time seeing a glimmer of light.
"I am trapped in this Wa Palace. It seems to be otherworldly, but in fact it is a gorgeous Prison Cage."
"I have deduced it countless times, using River Diagram and Luo Script, Red Embroidered Ball, and even borrowed my brother Fuxi's gossip."
"The results are the same."
"No matter how hard I struggle, my fate has already been determined. It is a big web woven by heaven, without any loopholes."
Nuwa walked towards Qin Feng step by step until there was no gap between the two.
She reached out her hand and touched Qin Feng's face tremblingly, as if to confirm the authenticity of the person in front of her.
"Until you show up."
"An anomaly that has no heel, no past, and even the law of heaven cannot lock."
"A madman who dares to act like a hooligan in front of a saint, who dares to kick Taiyi Zhenren like a ball, and who dares to say that he will change his life for Primordial World."
Nuwa's fingers slid down and stopped at Qin Feng's heart, feeling the strong beating there.
"Qin Feng."
"You are my only hope to escape this endless fate."
"Whether it's the system in your head or your various magical methods."
"As long as you can help me break the shackles on my body, as long as you can lead me out of this golden coffin..."
Nuwa stood on tiptoes and leaned close to Qin Feng's ear. His voice was trembling, but it carried a desperate determination.
"Don't say I'm your partner."
"I want you to be the master of this Wa Palace, and to be my Nuwa's man..."
"I recognize them all!"