Inside the Wa Palace, cigarette smoke curled up.
Nuwa was leaning lazily on the cloud bed. The pair of Saint Eyes, which could see into the past and future, were staring at Mountain and River Diagram suspended in mid-air with a bit of childlike curiosity.
On the scroll, light and shadow flow.
For a saint, controlling the flow of time in a small world is just a trick with the flick of a finger.
A moment outside, a hundred years inside the picture.
She saw Qin Feng land.
Falling among the group of primitive humans who drink blood and wear animal skins.
According to Nuwa's idea, and even according to the iron law of the entire Primordial World countless Yuanhui, Qin Feng should show miracles at this time, use great supernatural powers to frighten these ignorant creatures, and then pass down Orthodox Lineage to teach them to breathe out spiritual energy, refine the energy, and embark on the path of practice.
After all, this is the only way to become stronger.
But Qin Feng doesn't have it.
He restrained his aura and mingled in the crowd like a mortal without any cultivation.
He was holding a branch in his hand and drawing strange symbols on the sand.
It's not Dao Wen.
Not a talisman.
But some Nuwa would make you frown when you look at them... they are crossed in circles, horizontally and vertically.
"What is he doing?"
Nuwa's red lips were slightly open, and her beautiful face was full of confusion.
She saw the human race surrounding Qin Feng, from initial confusion to fanaticism. They no longer knelt down to worship heaven and earth, no longer prayed to gods for good weather, but began to calculate crazily on the ground.
"Physics? Mathematics?"
Nuwa captures these two awkward words.
She felt ridiculous.
Is this Qin Feng crazy? Instead of teaching the Tao of immortality, teach these mortals who live and die arithmetic? No matter how accurate the calculation is, can it surpass the secrets of heaven? Can it withstand the disaster of heaven?
"Boring."
Nuwa shook his head, most of the expectation in his eyes dissipated.
She thought Qin Feng could give her some surprise, but this was the result?
This is simply playing house.
She was a little unmotivated and was about to wave away Magic Power and end this farce.
But at this moment, the scene in the picture changed.
Time flies by.
One hundred years.
Five hundred years.
A thousand years.
The thatched houses that were originally scattered in the wilderness disappeared, and in their place were cities rising from the ground.
It is not piled with magic, but poured with a gray mud called "cement".
There is no spiritual energy fluctuation.
There is no formation protection.
But those cities were incredibly strong, towering into the clouds, blocking the raging wild beasts outside the walls.
"It's interesting."
Nuwa sat up straight, a trace of interest reignited in his eyes.
But this is not enough.
Just this level of mortal skill would be as fragile as a piece of paper in front of any little demon in the Qi refining stage Primordial World.
The screen continues to flow.
Black smoke rose from the city.
Huge chimneys stood tall, spewing exhaust fumes that made the spiritual energy foul. Huge gears roared, and monsters made of steel ran on the ground, making thunderous roars.
People no longer fear the dark night.
Because they created a "light" that can shine without Magic Power.
They no longer fear distance.
Because the long steel dragon called "train" can travel thousands of miles in a day.
The whole world has become noisy, dirty, but full of a kind of heart-stopping... vitality.
That kind of vitality does not come from obedience to heaven and earth, but from an ambition to conquer everything.
"Is this your new script?"
Nuwa frowned slightly.
She doesn't like this smell.
Too dirty.
Too messy.
And it is full of disrespect for the way of heaven. What these mortals talk about is no longer the great grace of God, but "this mountain is in the way, so it has been blown up" and "this river is in the way, so it has been filled in".
This kind of arrogance is simply more excessive than Wu Clan.
"Qin Feng, if you just want to prove that mortals can live more comfortably, then you win."
Nuwa whispered softly, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
"But here Primordial World, comfort is useless."
"Only power is eternal."
As if to confirm her thoughts.
At this moment, at the edge of the world in the picture, a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupted.
Roar--!
A beast roar that could shatter the sky came out.
A Li Fire Rhinoceros, covered in flames and as big as a mountain, woke up from the magma.
This is a Demonic Beasts that Nuwa threw in casually. It has the peak cultivation level of Heavenly Immortal.
To the outside world, this might just be a gatekeeper.
But in this world where spiritual energy is cut off and mortals dominate, it is the devil that destroys the world and is an unparalleled disaster.
With every step it takes, the earth trembles.
It opened its mouth and spat out, and a sea of fire swept down from the sky, and the seemingly solid steel city wall melted instantly.
Mortals were screaming and running.
That aura of despair can be clearly heard through Mountain and River Diagram.
"It's over."
Nuwa sighed.
This is the limit of mortals.
No matter how sophisticated those tricks are, they are ultimately vulnerable to absolute power. At this time, besides praying for the gods to come, what else can they do except kneel down and wait for death?
Where is Qin Feng?
Where is the instigator?
Nuwa searched with his eyes and finally saw Qin Feng on a steel spaceship high in the sky.
He was holding a cup of red liquid in his hand and was leisurely looking at the tragic scene below, with no intention of taking action on his face.
"Cold-blooded."
Nuwa felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Since you have taught them, why not protect them? Is this what you call a "backer"?
Just when she was about to intervene forcefully and save these poor human test subjects.
Sudden changes occur.
In the city below, there were no kneelings and prayers as she expected.
Although those mortals were afraid and trembling, there was no despair in their eyes.
Instead, a fire called "anger" burned.
Click click click.
Accompanied by a heartbreaking sound of mechanical rotation.
Hundreds of huge black nozzles rose from the ruins of the city wall, all aimed at the arrogant Li Fire Rhinoceros.
There is no Magic Power fluctuation.
No runes flash.
There is only a cold, pure metallic texture.
"What is this?"
Nuwa moved for a moment, and his heart jumped for no reason.
The next second.
Qin Feng put down the wine glass in his hand gently.
His lips moved slightly and he uttered a word that Nuwa had never heard before:
"Fire."
Rumble, rumble--!!!
The world in the picture suddenly lit up with a white light that was ten thousand times more dazzling than the sun.
Not one.
There are hundreds or thousands of ways.
The tongues of fire spitting out from those iron pipes, mixed with the kinetic energy of destroying the world, instantly tore the air and tore the sound barrier. With the anger of mortals, they hit the body of Demonic Beasts, which was indestructible in the eyes of the saint.
There is no stalemate.
No resistance.
On the other end, Li Fire Rhinoceros, who had the cultivation level of Heavenly Immortal and was able to sweep all sides, didn't even have time to scream.
In that dense metal storm...
Vaporize directly!
Not even the scum is left!
Inside the main hall.
Nuwa stood up abruptly, and his originally folded legs straightened instantly. For the first time, the face that had always been Gujing Mubo showed a true sense of...
Sluggish.
"This..."
She pointed at the scroll, her fingers trembling slightly.
Not a single bit of Tian Earth Spirit energy was used.
Just by relying on the combination of Mortal Iron and flames, you killed a Heavenly Immortal Demonic Beasts instantly?
How is this possible?!
This completely violates the basic method of Primordial World practice!
However, Qin Feng's performance has just begun.
In the picture.
As Demonic Beasts fell, the mortals in the city burst into deafening cheers. They raised their weapons and roared at the sky. The sound converged into a torrent that actually dispersed the clouds above the nine heavens.
Qin Feng stood on the bridge of the spaceship, turned around, and grinned at Nuwa in the hall across endless time and space.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the mortals below who were not kneeling down to worship the gods, but were celebrating their victory.
The sound passed through the picture scroll and echoed clearly in the Wa Palace:
"Empress, look."
"That's the answer I'm going to give you."
"When mortals grasp the truth, gods..."
"It's just prey within range."