Primordial World: Starting by Making Nuwa Cry, Turns Out I'm a Mythological Grand Unity

"And you say you're Empress Nuwa? Do I look like a damn fool to you?"

"Go screw your second granduncle!"

Chen Sheng couldn't help but curse.

Suirenshi wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it right then—he should be under the car, not in it!

With two great powers facing off, Suirenshi, a mere nobody, was utterly terrified.

Since Nuwa was already planning to leave, why not just let her go? What was Chen Sheng doing?

Nuwa was furious, but she could only grind her teeth and say, "What does Daoist friend want?"

Li Xuan was a reasonable man, so he cut straight to the point: "You pointed a finger at me just now, so how about I return the favor with one of my own?"

Nuwa laughed in sheer anger!

Who did he think he was looking down on?

She, Nuwa, was a saint after all—how could she not withstand a single finger from Li Xuan?

Nuwa sneered, dismissive and contemptuous. "Hmph, then I'll take that finger of yours!"

She was a saint, after all—how could she fear a single finger from a Daluo?

If word got out that she, Nuwa, had fled in terror from a Daluo, how would she ever maintain her authority in the Primordial World?

Seeing Nuwa agree, Chen Sheng nodded in satisfaction. This girl might be arrogant, but at least she had some backbone.

Oh well, time to teach her a lesson!

Chen Sheng lightly raised a finger...

Nuwa and Suirenshi both froze—nothing happened?

Then, a moment later, after the realization hit, Nuwa stood rooted to the spot!

Chapter 5: Exiling Nuwa into the River of Time

Nuwa appeared to be standing in place, but in truth, she was no longer there.

Her true spirit had arrived at a vast, surging, and unceasing river.

The river's waters washed over her, yet passed straight through her body!

She could no longer sense the Primordial World or the Heavenly Dao, nor could she summon any power—it was as if her saintly strength had vanished into thin air.

Nuwa didn't know where she was, nor what era she was in.

She could hear people talking, but she couldn't touch anything, nor could she hear any sounds.

Her senses of hearing, touch, smell, and taste all seemed to have disappeared, leaving only her sight.

Yet, in the surging river, she could see the flow of time, the passage of ages, and the shifting of stars.

It was like falling into one illusory dream after another, but she was forever just a spectator.

Unable to act, unable to change anything, unable to blend in!

She felt as if she existed there for only an instant, yet also as if an entire kalpa had passed.

Watching time slip away with her own eyes, unable to move, speak, or feel anything—even as a saint, Nuwa was on the verge of collapse!

She couldn't even be sure if she truly existed. After who knows how long...

Nuwa seemed to realize where she was.

Could this be the legendary River of Time!

Nuwa had once heard that above the saint realm lay Transcendence.

It meant transcending the Heavenly Dao, uniting the past, present, and future selves, standing within the River of Time, mastering the Three Thousand Great Daos, with an immortal will and an indestructible true spirit.

To be exiled into the River of Time—didn't that mean he was at the Transcendence realm?

Nuwa wept!

What the hell—a great power at the Transcendence realm, pretending to be a Daluo?

Was that fun?

Was it too late to admit her mistake now?

On Shouyang Mountain, Suirenshi looked at Chen Sheng, then at Nuwa, still not grasping the situation.

Clearly, at this moment, Suirenshi had no idea that Chen Sheng had already exiled Nuwa into the River of Time.

After a moment's thought, Suirenshi slowly shuffled over to Chen Sheng and said earnestly, "Good thing you didn't actually strike, or no one could have saved you. That was..."

Chen Sheng stared at Suirenshi like he was an idiot and cut him off directly: "What do you mean I didn't strike? I've already exiled her!"

What?

What the hell do you mean you've already exiled her!?