Hearing Nuwa's heartfelt confession, Qin Feng did not respond immediately.
He simply gazed silently at the saint before him, whose eyes were slightly red, and at the stubbornness and vulnerability revealed on that exquisitely beautiful face. Who would have thought that Nuwa, the Empress Nuwa worshipped by countless beings, secretly lived like a prisoner awaiting release?
"That's why you wanted to find me."
Qin Feng nodded, not letting Nuwa's words "be your woman" cloud his judgment, but instead becoming even calmer.
"You want me to be that pair of scissors, to cut the strings of fate."
"Good."
Nuwa took a deep breath, calmed her turbulent emotions, turned around and sat back on the edge of the cloud bed, her two slender jade legs casually crossed, regaining some of the composure of a sage.
"But do you think I'm the only pitiful creature in this Primordial World?"
She gave a cold laugh, her fingers lightly tapping the air, producing a crisp sound.
"Aren't the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints of the West all like this?"
" Laozi Human Teachings, seemingly Pure and Actionless, but in reality, he was forced by the will of Heaven to have no other choice but to go with the flow, turning himself into a heartless stone."
" Yuanshi established the Chan Sect, conforming to the Heavenly Mandate, and spouting benevolence and morality. In reality, he knew better than anyone that he was the most useful weapon in the hands of Heaven. He even went so far as to kill his own junior brother, with whom he had spent every day, in order to please Heaven."
At this point, a trace of sadness flashed in Nuwa's eyes.
"As for Senior Brother Tongtian..."
"He was the dumbest among us, but also the most admirable."
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Because of the Interception Sect?"
"Seize a glimmer of hope."
Nuwa murmured to herself, her gaze drifting, as if she could see through time and see that spirited young Daoist carrying four killing swords on his back.
He tried to seize a sliver of hope for all living beings within this impenetrable net. He believed that as long as he had a sword in his hand, he could break the shackles of fate.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
"From the moment he founded the Interception Sect, Heaven had already sentenced him to death."
Nuwa's voice suddenly turned cold.
"Chess pieces are not allowed to jump out of the chessboard."
"Once self-awareness develops, and once the desire to go against the will of the player is attempted, there is only one outcome—utter destruction."
"This is also the real reason why the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation Interception Sect. It wasn't because of Shen Gongbao's few words, ' Fellow Daoist, Please Stay,' nor was it because of the scheming of the Yuanshi Tianzun, but because the Heavenly Dao... does not allow such a 'variable' to exist."
Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.
These words, like a scalpel, precisely dissected the magnificent surface of the Primordial World, revealing the bloody truth beneath.
The so-called struggle between sages and the so-called struggle for the orthodox Orthodox Lineage were nothing more than the way of Heaven cleaning up "bugs" in the system.
Tongtian wanted to be the hacker who rewrote the program, but he was blocked by the system firewall.
"And what about Hongjun?"
Qin Feng suddenly spoke up, asking the most crucial question.
"Since you are all puppets, then this Dao Ancestor must be the one pulling the strings, right?"
Upon hearing the name " Hongjun ".
Nuwa fell silent.
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze, and the oppressive feeling was a hundred times stronger than before.
a long time.
She slowly raised her head and looked towards the direction of the Purple Heavens Palace, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. There was no awe or hatred in her eyes, only a kind of heart-wrenching... pity.
"The teacher..."
"He was the first, and also the most tragic one."
Nuwa shook her head, her tone desolate.
"People say that Hongjun merged with the Dao in order to complete the Heavenly Dao and to control the Qiankun."
"Little did they know, it was a complete trap."
"When he thought he had devoured the Heavenly Dao and become the master of this world, it was actually the Heavenly Dao that devoured him."
Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.
"What's the meaning?"
"That means that ' Hongjun ' no longer exists in the Purple Heavens Palace."
Nuwa stood up, walked to Qin Feng, and pointed to her own head.
"What remains is merely this program called 'Heavenly Will,' operating under the guise of Hongjun."
"He had no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness; no selfish thoughts or ulterior motives; he was absolutely rational and absolutely ruthless."
"His compromise with you, his giving you face, and even his allowing you to run rampant in the Primordial World, are not because he is afraid of you, nor is it his original intention."
Nuwa stared into Qin Feng's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"That was the instinctive self-preservation reaction of Heaven when faced with a 'super virus' like you that it could not analyze, control, or delete."
"Until the code that can completely eliminate you is found, the system has opted for -- compatibility."
boom--!
A flash of lightning seemed to strike Qin Feng's mind, instantly illuminating all the fog.
compatible.
That's a brilliant use of the word.
No wonder that when that old man Hongjun appeared in the East Sea, instead of shouting for his life, he tried to persuade him kindly and even seemed to be trying to "please" him.
At the time, Qin Feng thought it was because his domineering aura had erupted, or because the system was so powerful that it had intimidated the Dao Ancestor.
Now it seems...
That was clearly a sophisticated antivirus software that, after discovering that it could not isolate the virus, chose to temporarily add it to the "whitelist" to avoid forcibly removing it and causing the entire system to crash.
This is the truth.
This is the ultimate essence of the Primordial World.
"I understand."
A playful smile curved Qin Feng's lips, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter—the excitement of a hunter discovering a new hunting ground.
"The so-called saints are nothing more than high-level laborers who have obtained the 'administrator account' of this Primordial World server. They seem to have unlimited glory, but in reality, their permissions have long been locked, and they can only maintain the server's operation according to the predetermined scripts."
"And the Dao Ancestor Hongjun..."
Qin Feng scoffed.
"It's either the 'super administrator' who's been assimilated by the server's underlying logic, or... the server itself."
"The entire Primordial World is a precisely functioning program."
"Every living being, every great calamity, and even every love and hate affair within this world is code that has been written long ago."
He suddenly turned around, opened his arms, as if to embrace this false world.
"And I, Qin Feng."
"It's the only 'cheat code'."
Nuwa looked at the man before her, who was not only not frightened by the truth, but became even more fervent, and the admiration in her eyes grew even stronger.
This is the person she's been looking for.
This is the only person who can lead her to smash this crappy server.
"You're right."
Nuwa moved gracefully to Qin Feng's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, gazing at the relief sculpture that continued to depict the rise and fall of the human race.
"Whether it's a cheat or a virus."
"As long as this lifeless game breaks down, as long as I can be freed from this damn administrator position."
" Qin Feng."
She turned her head, and Qin Feng's sharply defined profile was reflected in her starry eyes.
"I'll play this game with you to the very end."
"Now..."
Nuwa waved her hand, and the Mountain and River Diagram that was floating in the air slowly unfolded, revealing a magnificent microcosm within.
"Let me see what kind of new script you, this cheat code, can write for this Primordial World."