Nuwa Walking the Desolate Dust

The wind blew incessantly, carrying vast amounts of sand and dust into the city. Some areas of the old district had already been buried by the yellow sand, and such harsh, catastrophic weather was playing out across the globe.

Humanity's living space was being gradually compressed, and the infiltration of the Otherworld Desolate Dust was growing ever stronger.

Rather than sitting around waiting for death, some people had gradually begun to take the initiative to enter the Otherworld Desolate Dust, hoping to secure a way out for themselves and their families as soon as possible.

Likewise, after returning to his homeland, Wu Hen did not remain idle. He was constantly testing the abilities of Xiao Yi, such as whether it could manifest weapons from his imagination—like showing it a picture and having it conjure up a nuclear bomb.

Through friendly communication and negotiation, Wu Hen learned that Xiao Yi was indeed omnipotent, but without the goods, all talk was off!

It needed energy—a massive amount of energy.

If there were a nuclear power plant for it to consume, it might consider Wu Hen's proposal.

However, in the human homeland, there was very little that Xiao Yi actually found worthy; it was truly a desolate backwater.

Therefore, Xiao Yi was also urging Wu Hen to hurry into the Otherworld Desolate Dust and stop wasting time here. This was a Truman Show, and the beautiful, comfortable set would collapse sooner or later.

"Fine, anyway, I should be quite close to the Nuwa Divine Terminal. If I want to come back, I can do so at any time." Wu Hen nodded.

Lying on his bed, after telling his family that he was heading to the battlefield, Wu Hen tapped his temple lightly.

The Virtual Pupil Membrane immediately shimmered with iridescent colors, and Wu Hen felt as if he were looking at a door swirling with star-traces before him.

"Otherworld Desolate Dust, activate!"

Even if one is heading to their death, one must still be dramatic!

In an instant, it felt as if Wu Hen had been injected with an anesthetic. One moment he was full of fighting spirit, and the next, his consciousness fell into a deep slumber, plunging into the abyss.

In truth, Wu Hen had always been puzzled by one thing.

That was, when his consciousness returned to his homeland, what was his Vessel doing?

Was it standing by in place like an AI robot, waiting for him to log back in, or did it fall into a deep sleep or coma like the people in his homeland?

But the moment he opened his eyes and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but curse, "Oh, you little brat, where the hell did you send me??"

Before him lay an endless desert!

Beneath his feet was scorching white sand!

The most absurd part was that the clouds in the sky were not clouds, but masses of sand and dust. He could see some massive sand-clouds constantly pouring "torrential rain" down onto the earth!

The sky is a sea of sand, the earth a barren desert. Have I been dumped into some primitive, savage world!

What an idiot, a pure, unadulterated idiot. My aunt was right!

The only silver lining in this misfortune is that while the desert of dust lies ahead, looking back, I can see a patch of green.

In other words, if I had logged in even a moment later, this guy would have walked me straight into that world of Heavenly Sand Earth Desert!

Turn back, quickly!

One look at the Heavenly Sand Earth Desert ahead, and Wu Hen felt it was a forbidden zone of death.

Sigh, the tragedy of a Lost One.

After Wu Hen pulled himself back from the brink just in time, he realized this wasn't a problem with the Vessel.

The Vessel is a Lost One. Once his consciousness leaves, the body acts just like the natives in Jueyin Town—like a walking corpse.

"Strange, I've been walking for a while now, so why does the Green Wild Land feel like it's getting further and further away?" After regaining control, Wu Hen had been walking steadily toward the green area.

Yet, no matter how he walked, he couldn't get out of the desert, even though the green land was clearly within his line of sight.

"Could it be that this desert is also growing and expanding?" Wu Hen suddenly thought of the Evil Soil.

The Evil Soil grows and expands. If you just try to walk out, you will never make it, because its rate of growth and expansion is faster than your stride!

Realizing that this Heavenly Sand Earth Desert might be experiencing the same phenomenon, Wu Hen began to use his superpower.

"Xiao Yi, Fungus Qi Horse Transformation!"

Xiao Yi couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge this idiot.

"Just give me a speed boost, then."

As Wu Hen's instructions became more reasonable, Xiao Yi finally released the Gold-Radiance Crystal Silk. It quickly wrapped around Wu Hen's iron feet, as if fitting him with a pair of golden fairy slippers!

Having consumed the Yuan You Oral Liquid, Wu Hen's physical strength and speed were already three times that of an ordinary person.

With the addition of Xiao Yi's Holy Qi Boot Transformation, Wu Hen suddenly erupted with six times the speed of an average human.

Racing like a bolt of lightning through the desert, Wu Hen felt as if he were riding his old HP4 superbike, galloping wantonly across the wilderness. And this feeling was completely different from riding a motorcycle; it was like how the sensory experience of sitting in a plane could never compare to that of a wingsuit flight!

He finally sprinted out of the desert.

Xiao Yi was also calculating carefully. No sooner had Wu Hen stepped out of the desert than it retracted its ability.

Wu Hen also knew the importance of conserving energy. If he ran out of mana when encountering danger, that would be fatal!

"Ling~~~~~~~~"

Like the melodious sound of wind chimes, it followed the gentle breeze, softly reminding the traveler of home.

Wu Hen could hear this special guidance, and it felt identical to when he had used Yuan You.

Auntie had also said that Yuan You was the most trustworthy thing of all.

This spiritual guidance, sounding like wind chimes, was surely the call of the Nuwa Divine Terminal.

Heading in this direction could not be wrong.

Wu Hen took firm steps forward. In truth, he was also desperate to know what the world where humanity truly resided was like!

He walked on, and on.

He walked on, and on.

On the horizon, a hazy silhouette appeared against the sky.

It was unimaginably massive, giving the impression that it did not belong to this land, but was walking through outer space!

Wu Hen quickened his pace, but the silhouette seemed to be moving as well. Its movement was like that of the stars, sun, and moon—not easily observed by the naked eye, yet clearly perceptible. Moreover, it felt as though he would never be able to catch up...

"Ling~~~~"

It was that gentle, summoning sound again.

Wu Hen suddenly accelerated. He had a feeling that this magnificent silhouette had sensed him behind her; she was intentionally slowing her pace, waiting for him to catch up...

It was like a mother who, rather than helping her child, simply slowed her stride, allowing the child who had just learned to walk to follow her scent and strive toward her.

Wu Hen began to chase.

The silhouette became clearer and clearer.

She was undoubtedly vast, yet one did not feel helpless or insignificant in her presence. Instead, there was only a sense of intimacy and longing carved into one's very bones.

Nuwa Divine Mother.

In that moment, Wu Hen suddenly understood why the legend of Nuwa creating humanity had been passed down in the human world.

As he continued to walk forward, the distance was no longer a matter of space or time; it was merely a person who had just learned to walk in the desolate dust, opening their stumbling arms toward their mother.

But the closer he got, the less Wu Hen could believe his own eyes...

Because while the Nuwa Divine Terminal was magnificent—much like the figure in mythology who held up the collapsing sky for ancient humanity—Wu Hen could also see the age, the exhaustion, and the scars covering this figure!

She was facing the terrifying Heavenly Sand Earth Desert.

The reason he had seen a patch of green was that her towering body was holding back the onslaught of the sand, and only the area behind her was barely able to sustain life!

At this moment, Wu Hen thought of the endless howling winds of his homeland, and the yellow sands that had buried the cities...

So, it was because the Nuwa Divine Terminal had been traveling through such a ferocious sky of sand that she was already exhausted, yet she was still searching for an oasis amidst the desolate dust.

"Ling~~~"

Elegant as a cradle's soft hum, Wu Hen took a step and ran toward this figure from myth...

The alien dimension was vast; there would be a place to call home.

He arrived beneath the Nuwa Divine Terminal.

Wu Hen had originally assumed that the Nuwa Divine Terminal would be a living, breathing god, just like in the ancient myths.

But the reality was not so.

Her figure was indeed that of a magnificent giant.

Yet, she was also a Glazed Ancient God Tree that blotted out the sky and sun.

As Wu Hen passed through a thin boundary, he looked up to see branches and leaves interlaced across the firmament.

Looking ahead, he saw a trunk of glazed wood standing tall like a sacred mountain.

Her roots did not dig into the earth like those of an ordinary tree; instead, they hung down near the ground like tassels, resembling the draped skirt of an ancient woman...

Yet, in truth, even a single one of those tens of thousands of wooden tendrils was no smaller than the trunk of a thousand-year-old tree.

Wu Hen could not describe the Nuwa Divine Terminal.

She was both human and tree.

She represented life, and she represented nature.

She possessed unparalleled divinity, yet she required no kowtowing or worship from him; she was simply there, like the mountains, rivers, earth, and forests beneath his feet, or the stars, moon, and sun above his head...

Wu Hen continued to walk forward.

Like a newborn infant, he went to perceive everything that was real.

As someone with an awakened sense of hearing, he heard sounds with far richer layers. The Nuwa Divine Terminal was incomparably serene, yet Wu Hen could always hear her soft comfort.

This comfort felt to Wu Hen like a mother gently cradling a wailing baby—happy to have brought the child into this world, yet filled with shame and self-reproach for not being able to provide a better, more comfortable environment for the child...

Wu Hen heard the Nuwa Divine Terminal, this "mother," speaking to him.

"Ptooey!! Ptooey!!!"

"Do you have any idea what I went through to get here!!"

"So you're just a broken tree, useless except for being a bit big!!"

Suddenly, a voice filled with extreme resentment rang out beside Wu Hen. It seemed to be someone else who had also endured many hardships to reach the Nuwa Divine Terminal.

He had suffered a mental breakdown. He had believed that the Nuwa Divine Terminal was the ancient Divine Mother who could prop up the heavens, just as the old myths described. Upon discovering that the Nuwa Divine Terminal was merely a sentient tree drifting through the desolate dust, he could no longer suppress his rage!

It was like a person who had been separated from their mother for decades, finally finding her, only to discover that she was a scavenger with not a shred of affection in her eyes—only disgust and resentment. He resented such a scavenger mother for having given birth to him in the first place!

"I spit on you!" The man spat fiercely, his saliva landing on the multicolored soil.

Wu Hen frowned; he had no love for people like this.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a woman who had just walked in from outside the Thin Boundary flashed over and delivered a fierce punch to the man's abdomen!

The man immediately curled up like a maggot, collapsing to the ground. His entire face turned a deep, bruised red from the pain.

"You need to get this straight: it was our ancestors who sought the protection of the Nuwa Divine Mother, and only then did the myths and the creation of humanity come to be."

"We were nothing but mayflies to begin with. It is only through the grace of the Nuwa Divine Mother that we have barely managed to survive until now. The Nuwa Divine Mother owes humanity nothing!"

Clad in a green velvet cloak, with an exaggerated, curvaceous figure and a cold, arrogant gaze that looked upon him as if he were trash, Wu Hen couldn't help but take a few extra looks at the woman.

Unfortunately, she mistook him for the other man's companion, and in return, she gave him the same look one would give a piece of trash.