Liu Bing looked terrified. It took him quite a while to recover. By then, the agitation in his heart from transmigrating had also subsided. After all, he had already died once.
He cupped his hands toward the people in the sky and said, "Greetings, Empress Nuwa, and greetings to the other Empresses. I am Liu Bing. I just transmigrated here, and my emotions were a little too unstable. I failed to pay my respects to you at once. Please forgive me."
"Hey, cut out that empty formalities nonsense. We didn't become gods through faith, so we don't care about that. Just don't be like those people before you, thinking you're the protagonist the moment you arrive, obsessing over conquering this and conquering that, even fantasizing about taking Houtu and me into your harem." Nuwa spoke with an unconcerned chuckle.
That was an incredibly blunt and explosive statement, and Liu Bing's thoughts began churning again. What did she mean, those people before him? Were there other transmigrators besides him? And those transmigrators had actually set their sights on Nuwa and Houtu? How suicidal was that?
Did they really think transmigrators could do whatever they wanted?
"That's right. Besides you, we've run into who knows how many transmigrators. Those transmigrators were all like bulldozers reborn—whenever they saw a beauty, they wanted to steamroll her. It was disgusting, so we gathered together and killed batch after batch of them. At first, some of their systems were pretty formidable and could trade a few moves with us. Back then, we thought there would be plenty of systems at that level, so we didn't hold back. What a pity, though. Those were all rare, entertaining toys."
At this point, Empress Nuwa seemed rather nostalgic as she sighed, "Back then, they were one of the few amusements we had throughout our endless years. But later on, it seemed we killed too many systems, and gradually, systems stopped coming here. Along with them, there were hardly any transmigrators left. It's a bit of a shame when I think about it. Transmigrators are such rare entertainment. You're the first transmigrator we've seen in the past several hundred thousand years."
Liu Bing: "..."
Should I be glad I don't have the guts to be a pervert?
"So you do have lustful thoughts, then." Nuwa looked at Liu Bing with a half-smile.
"I don't. Empress Nuwa, you must be joking." Liu Bing gave a dry laugh and no longer dared let his thoughts run wild.
"Hey, what are you hiding for? Lust is only human nature, isn't it? Don't tell me you're gay." Nuwa teased with a snicker.
Hearing that, Liu Bing instinctively completed the phrase in his head. Say gay, don't say ba—civilization depends on you, me, and everyone.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, he wanted to slap himself. Making memes online had become an automatic reflex.
"Heh, not bad. Looks like you've got a pretty good mentality, kid. You look nervous on the surface, but your mind is actually quite lively." Nuwa did not seem bothered by Liu Bing's somewhat offensive thoughts.
Liu Bing's mouth twitched. Why was this Nuwa so different from the one in the legends? Shouldn't Empress Nuwa be overflowing with maternal radiance, sacred and inviolable? Why did this Empress Nuwa feel like a girl with a wicked sense of humor?
"Hey, that's just the wishful thinking of you ordinary folk." Nuwa burst out laughing.
Uh, who did she think she was, that chubby-faced Lu Xiaofeng with freckles all over his nose? Liu Bing mocked in his heart again.
"Hahaha, I thought that line made a lot of sense, so I borrowed it. But your commentary is quite interesting. Very nice. I like you a lot." Nuwa was clearly in high spirits, teasing him as though he were a child.
"Besides, if you live for countless years, you'll develop a wicked sense of humor too. After all, not everyone wants to become a program with no emotions." Houtu chimed in from the side.
"Wait, you've watched Forbidden City Cop?" Liu Bing suddenly realized that Empress Nuwa actually knew that chubby-faced Lu Xiaofeng with freckles all over his nose.
"Of course we have. With so many transmigrators, there's always some interesting information in their souls. Digging it out to pass the time is quite enjoyable. And those systems too—entertainment systems, internet café systems—we've dismantled quite a few." Sinu calmly spoke of soul-searching transmigrators, something horrifying enough to make one's blood run cold.
Liu Bing felt cold sweat break out. Those transmigrator seniors had it rough. They had come here to deliver warmth—uh, no, they had come to deliver entertainment. Would he become entertainment too?
"Don't worry, you won't become entertainment. We know everything you know, and even some things you don't know. You have no secrets from us, and naturally, no value either." Seeing Liu Bing's persecutory delusions, Xuan Nu found it amusing and gave him a reassuring answer. Though that reassurance was a little insulting.
Yet Liu Bing did not feel insulted at all. Instead, he sighed in relief upon hearing that. Then he remembered something and asked in surprise, "You know everything? Then you must know about the Primordial Tribulation too, right? Will those tribulations still happen?"
Liu Bing knew about the various tribulations of the Primordial World. Every so often, karma and sinful energies between heaven and earth had to be settled to maintain the world's balance. If they knew the Dragon Raja in advance, how could those tribulations still proceed? Everyone had the script in hand—who would be willing to become a sacrifice to the tribulation?
"Ah, you mean things like the Witch-Demon Tribulation and the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation?" Nuwa chuckled. "Those were just performances for fun. At our level, anything we want can be obtained with a single thought. Those so-called tribulations are completely made up. It's like becoming the king of the world, then insisting on fighting over control of a company that just went public. Isn't that ridiculous? Balance of heaven and earth, karma and sinful energies—those things can be erased with a wave of the hand. Why would we fight to the death over them?"
"Huh?" Liu Bing was dumbfounded. Something about Empress Nuwa's words seemed off. Anything she wanted could be obtained with a thought, karma and sinful energies could be erased with a wave of the hand... Why did that sound so much like boasting? If she was so capable, why not wholesale some Primordial Violet Qi for him?
"You mean the foundation of sainthood, Primordial Violet Qi? That thing is merely a world's Heavenly Dao certification. If you want it, I really can wholesale it for you." As Nuwa spoke, she waved a hand, and strands of violet mist immediately began to swirl above her palm. Soon, more and more violet mist gathered in her hand, eventually condensing into a violet crystal.
"There. This is Primordial Violet Crystal, condensed from countless strands of Primordial Violet Qi. I can wholesale this stuff too. If you aren't afraid of dying, I can even feed it to you as rice." After Nuwa spoke, Primordial Violet Crystal began condensing endlessly in her hand. Before long, the crystals poured from her palm like grains of rice, making Liu Bing's pupils quake.
The moment the Primordial Violet Qi had appeared, he had felt a tremor in his soul. He had the sense that the violet qi was an immense opportunity and great Creation. This was Primordial Violet Qi—every strand of it was enough to make Quasi-Saint experts fight until their heads bled.
Yet Empress Nuwa was actually wholesaling it. Wholesaling it was one thing, but she was even extravagantly condensing Primordial Violet Qi into crystals. It looked as though she could keep making more, and at an ever-increasing speed. Was that not absurdly overpowered?
"Didn't Dao Ancestor Hongjun say there were only seven strands of Primordial Violet Qi in the Primordial World?" Liu Bing looked at the endless Primordial Violet Crystals in Empress Nuwa's hand and felt his entire worldview collapse.
"That was us acting. We had to have some settings, right? You understand." Nuwa stopped condensing Primordial Violet Crystal and continued, "Actually, the Saints as you understand them are fake. Or rather, they're the setting of a certain world, something like world administrators. In the Primordial World, what Saints are there? Grand Unity is the limit. A Grand Unity has already transcended the Heavenly Dao and is no longer bound by it. Who would be bored enough to become a Saint?"
Why did this sound so much like Mythical Grand Unity? Could it be that I had come to the Mythical Primordial World?
"Mm, if we have to put it that way, it's probably about right. Everyone here with a name is similar to Mythical Grand Unity, so we're all at this level. Who would still bother fighting to the death? We're all immortal old monsters, and everyone's trump cards are the same. There's no fun in fighting over anything. Fighting to the death is less interesting than playing cards." As Nuwa spoke, she pointed at Liu Bing. In an instant, he became roughly the same size as Nuwa and the others.
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