Primordial Era: I Invited Nuwa to Simulate the Heavens at the Start!

The character is completely ruined, Heavenly Lord Tongtian!

Shen Lang silently roasted Daoist Tongtian's talent as he waited for the simulator world to dawn.

Without daylight, he really couldn't find where Tongtian was now, or what the hell he'd turned into.

He just didn't know if Tongtian could tough it out till dawn in this simulation.

Both were SSS-rank players—Nuwa had lived over a thousand years. Tongtian couldn't be dying this early, right...

Not even Shen Lang from the Primordial World, let alone Tongtian himself, knew where he was or what he'd become.

When his awareness returned, he only felt his whole body immobilized, unable to speak, with his eyes, nose, and mouth all stuffed full.

His body had some sensation—it seemed like his Innate Dao Body after transformation.

But it wasn't quite an Innate Dao Body—just the shape without the essence.

If Shen Lang could see it, he'd definitely recognize it as a human body.

But in the Primordial World now, Nuwa hadn't even created humans yet, so Tongtian naturally didn't know what it was.

And the human form, before humanity appeared, was the Innate Dao Body in the Primordial World—the form all beings chose after transformation!

The body issue was secondary. What Tongtian most wanted to figure out was his current situation.

His realm was gone, his magic power was gone—everything was gone!

Luckily, the meticulous simulator conjured a Light Screen in his mind, offering a gentle reminder.

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[In the simulated world, you are restricted from using the power of your home world. You can only rely on your current strength to survive the crisis.]

Seeing this prompt, Tongtian, who had been utterly bewildered, had countless thoughts flash through his mind in an instant.

"Is this the trial of the Innate Supreme Treasure?"

"Sealing all my abilities, making me start from scratch for the trial!"

"So that's it!"

"Rest assured, I will definitely pass your trial!"

Tongtian's high 4-point Mind attribute, plus his obsession with the Innate Supreme Treasure, slowly calmed him down.

At the same time, he carefully sensed his specific condition.

He had no heartbeat, no breath, no fluctuation of aura—like a corpse that had been dead for countless years!

And he himself seemed to be just a wisp of Spiritual Light consciousness, utterly powerless!

Yet Tongtian could feel some mysterious force sustaining this body's existence, or it would have rotted long ago.

Not just one force—three forces!

Two forces resided within this body, as if they'd been there for ages.

The third force was outside, like a Formation.

These three forces had originally been harmonious, interweaving to maintain the body, but his arrival broke that balance.

Now the three forces were quietly dissipating, including Tongtian's own Spiritual Light!

Sensing this, Tongtian couldn't help feeling anxious.

After all, this Innate Supreme Treasure's trial task was to survive in this treasure space for a thousand years.

But at the current rate of his Spiritual Light's dissipation, he probably couldn't even last ten years...

Chapter 19: God's Tomb World, the Little Earthen Grave in the Cemetery! [1st Update, Begging for Collections and Flowers]

Dying here in ten years—Tongtian didn't care at all.

After all, the treasure had said that dying here wouldn't harm his true self in the Primordial World.

But if he died, it meant trial failure, and failure would cost him an Innate Supreme Treasure!

"Can't die! Can't fail!"

Tongtian absolutely refused to let this Innate Supreme Treasure slip away—the duck in his mouth couldn't fly off!

He had to admit, obsession was a terrifying thing!

Tongtian's slightly flustered mind settled again, patiently pondering how to handle the current deadlock.

"Can't panic. At worst, I still have about ten years!"

"As long as I find a solution within ten years, I can survive!"

"Since it's a trial, there must be a way to pass. The treasure must leave me a sliver of hope!"

"The problem now is those three forces!"

"If I can find a way to rebalance them, I can keep myself alive!"

So, Tongtian began earnestly studying the three forces within his body.

Through constant observation and his Late Stage Great Principle Golden Immortal insight, he finally grasped their essence.

The first force was likely the Soul Power of a fallen powerhouse.

Only soul power, with no actual force—yet it seems to be absorbing resentment!

That means something out there is generating resentment. So what exactly is the situation outside?

Unfortunately, aside from being able to think, Tongtian's body is completely immobile. Naturally, he has no way to leave this place and investigate.

But his mouth tastes like dirt and decay. Is he underground, buried?

The second force is very faint—also a numbed spiritual sense, as if in slumber, its fluctuations indistinct.

As for the third force, that's the power of the formation.

This force has no other purpose; it seems solely meant to preserve this body and help the first two forces merge.

The whole situation looks like it's waiting for this body to undergo some kind of transformation!

Too bad Tongtian's Spiritual Light arrived, essentially a cuckoo taking over the nest, directly interrupting that transformation. In the end, all of them will dissipate together!

"Compared to those three forces, I'm the weakest!"

"That soul power at its peak was strong—probably at the Golden Immortal or Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level!"

"That spiritual sense is weaker, but these two forces share the same fluctuations at their core!"

"I get it. This is using the formation's power to fuse the Reincarnated Body's Spiritual Sense with the Previous Life's Soul Power, achieving resurrection!"

"Now that I'm here, he can't resurrect... What do I do?"

"If I devour these two forces and then use the formation's power, can I take control of this body?"

"Too bad I'm only left with Spiritual Light now—I can't devour them at all."

"The local laws of origin here aren't the same as in the Primordial Wilderness. To strengthen my Spiritual Light, I'll have to find a new way."

"Hm? Why is the spiritual energy here so inferior..."

As Tongtian's thoughts and deductions churned on, time slowly passed.

But after figuring out the general situation, Tongtian, much like Nuwa back then, set out on the path of creating a method to strengthen his Spiritual Light.

The difference was that when Nuwa simulated, she directly replaced the Willow Tree and gained full control over it.

Not so for Tongtian. He was thrown into someone else's body—but that body still had a sleeping spiritual sense inside.

In other words, Tongtian first had to fight for control of the body!

At Buzhou Mountain, the gray, hazy scene on the light screen before Shen Lang finally began to change.

A thread of golden light scattered from the east, like holy light cleansing filth, gradually sharpening the image.

"Finally, dawn!"

Shen Lang perked up. With the image clear, he could finally see Tongtian's current Situation.

The daytime scene in the image was completely different from the night.

Last night, it was a frenzy of demons, like a ghostly realm that sent chills down the spine.

But now that day had broken, within just a few breaths of sunlight falling, it transformed into a celestial paradise!

Misty immortal qi rose and drifted, radiant and shimmering.

What came into view were lush greenery, flowers, plants—and old graves with tombstones!

Row after row of graves and tombstones!

Though the graveyard looked quite aged, every tomb was spotless, with fresh flowers and offerings placed before the headstones.

But the view was pulled back quite far, showing a panoramic scene.

So Shen Lang couldn't make out the text on the tombstones at all, leaving him with no further information.

One thing was certain, though—this was a Cemetery!

Tongtian's luck was something else. The moment he entered the simulator, he landed straight in a graveyard!

Right, where was Tongtian?

Shen Lang quickly followed the prompt arrow at the edge of the screen. Once he saw clearly, his expression turned strange.