On the low table in the center of the floor sat a jade-green wine flask, several exquisite dishes, and two jade cups filled with amber-colored wine. A faint mist rose from them, like froth brimming over the cups.
Beside the low table, a white-robed young man and a beautiful, holy woman sat facing each other, chatting and laughing softly.
"Your arrival honors this humble place, Holy Mother."
The two were none other than Xuantian and Nuwa. Nuwa had arrived at the Ancestral Land not long ago.
Hearing this, Nuwa smiled wryly. "Enough with the humble-place nonsense. This time, I have some matters regarding Chaos that I wish to ask your advice on!"
Nuwa then recounted how her Three Corpses had traveled through Chaos and how they had perished.
In Chaos, without someone to rely on, life was truly difficult.
Even if one was not killed, one could easily perish amid its various dangers.
"I never expected the sages to have already sent their Three Corpses into Chaos to travel for some time.
As for the state of Chaos after the opening of heaven, I do not know either.
Since Hong Huang was created, I have never returned there. You know this as well, Holy Mother.
For the native beings of Hong Huang, Hong Huang is a shelter.
But for existences like us, who were fortunate enough to survive the great calamity of the opening of heaven, it is a prison.
If you wish to enter Chaos, Holy Mother, wait until your cultivation reaches the late Hunyuan stage. Your chances of survival will be greater then."
As he spoke, he thought of Qin, the Literary Ancestor of the Human Race in Hong Huang, and Huang Tian, the Second Elder.
The cultivation of those two made him suspect that they had once