Nuwa's Deduction

With the heavy burden lifted from his heart, Lu Changsheng felt a wave of intense drowsiness and exhaustion wash over him like a tide.

Five thousand years of high-intensity array formation had drained not only his magic power but also his mental energy.

"Can't do it anymore, need to sleep. Whatever happens, it can wait until I wake up."

Lu Changsheng muttered to himself, pulled a broad spirit grass leaf over his stomach, and closed his eyes. Within a few breaths, the sound of soft snoring echoed through the cave dwelling.

This time, he was truly at peace.

Yet, while Lu Changsheng was fast asleep, dreaming of becoming invincible once he had accumulated enough merit, he remained unaware that the massive commotion he had caused earlier had attracted a true deity.

Millions of miles away.

Although the Primordial Land was vast and boundless, distance had never been an insurmountable chasm for those Innate Divine Beings who stood at the pinnacle of the world.

A cyan rainbow, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, sped toward them from the direction of Mount Buzhou.

Within the rainbow, Nuwa wore a flowing cyan dress, her sleeves fluttering as if a goddess had descended upon the world.

A trace of faint confusion and curiosity lingered on her exquisite face.

"This is the place."

Nuwa halted her flight, her figure landing lightly on the edge of the massive abyss carved out by the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning.

She furrowed her delicate brows slightly, her eyes—which seemed to contain the infinite laws of creation—carefully examining the ruins before her.

The air still held a lingering, intensely potent aura of destruction.

It was the unique residual majesty of the Heavenly Dao after it had unleashed the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning. Even after thousands of years, ordinary living beings would never dare to step within half a mile of such an aura.

Beyond that, Nuwa also keenly captured another scent.

"Such a dense origin of earth, mixed with a trace of the violent, turbid aura of a ferocious beast."

Nuwa closed her eyes, her divine sense sweeping over the land like a gentle breeze.

Soon, she deduced the general outline of events.

"An Old Earth Dragon at the Profound Immortal realm died here."

Nuwa opened her eyes, the confusion in them deepening.

"Strange."

"The Ferocious Beast Tribulation has passed, and the laws of the Heavenly Dao are gradually perfecting."

"An Earth Dragon at the Profound Immortal realm, even with a bit of ferocious beast bloodline, would never trigger the highest-grade Purple Heaven Divine Lightning to annihilate it, provided it didn't wreak havoc on the world."

"The Purple Heaven Divine Lightning only strikes those who defy the heavens and destroys those of great evil."

"What heinous act could this Earth Dragon have committed to provoke the wrath of the Great Dao, leading to its complete destruction of body and soul?"

Nuwa could not fathom the reason.

She cultivated the Dao of Creation, which emphasized the cycle of cause and effect. Encountering a phenomenon of heavenly punishment that defied all logic, her instinct was to uncover the truth.

She extended a slender finger, as if carved from white jade, and tapped lightly into the void.

"Creation Tracing."

A circle of soft cyan light rippled from her fingertip, enveloping the bottom of the pit where the Old Earth Dragon had turned to ash.

Nuwa attempted to use the laws of creation to reorganize the minute residual auras in the area and reconstruct what had transpired.

Time ticked by.

Within the cyan halo, vague, fragmented shadows gradually emerged.

Nuwa saw the Old Earth Dragon's frenzy as it burst from the soil; she saw the greed in its gaping, abyssal maw.

However, just as the scene reached the moment the Old Earth Dragon seemed to swallow something and its stomach began to churn violently, the image suddenly shattered!

"Hm?"

Nuwa let out a muffled grunt and took half a step back, a flash of shock crossing her beautiful face.

"I can't see through it?"

"Not only can I not see through it, but the heavenly secrets have been forcibly erased by some supreme power!"

Nuwa took a deep breath, calming the surging magic power within her body.

She was an Innate Divine Being at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, with one foot already across the threshold of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm!

In this Primordial Land, aside from those reclusive old monsters, there were only a handful of things that could prevent her from calculating the heavenly secrets.

"What exactly did that Earth Dragon swallow?"

Nuwa's heart could not help but beat a little faster.

Her intuition told her that the existence obscured by the heavenly secrets was absolutely entangled with a monumental secret.

It was even possible that it was a heaven-defying opportunity!

She did not give up. Instead, she closed her eyes again, abandoning the attempt to forcibly deduce the heavenly secrets, and turned to using her most primal senses to capture the slightest trace of abnormality remaining in the air.

The destructive aura of the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning was too overbearing, masking everything.

But Nuwa had sufficient patience.

She stood at the edge of this abyss, and she stood there for a full hundred years.

One hundred years later.

A gentle breeze blew past.

Nuwa suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze like two bolts of cold lightning, instantly shooting toward a direction less than ten thousand miles away from this abyss.

"There!"

She had caught it!

On the edge of that ruin filled with a destructive aura, there remained a trace of an aura that was weak to the extreme, yet pure to the extreme.

It was an aura that made even her, an Innate Divine Being who cultivated the Dao of Creation, feel refreshed and even faintly sprout a sense of intimacy.

"This is... the scent of merit?"

Nuwa's face was filled with disbelief.

How could the scent of merit remain in a place where a heavenly tribulation had descended?

This was as absurd as smelling the fragrance of an innate spiritual fruit inside a latrine!

Without any hesitation, Nuwa's figure flashed, transforming into a streak of green light, following that extremely faint aura of merit as she tracked it down.

A distance of ten thousand miles was, to Nuwa, nothing more than an instant.

When she stopped her light and stood upon the clouds, looking down, her eyes—which were always as calm as an ancient well and seemed capable of piercing through all falsehoods in the world—slowly widened.

On her stunningly beautiful face, an expression known as "astonishment" appeared for the first time in history.

Below her.

There was no hidden powerhouse as she had imagined, nor was there any earth-shattering innate supreme treasure being born.

What met her eyes was a mountain.

To be precise, it was something that looked like a giant, multicolored glowing "iron turtle shell."

With the sharp eyes of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Nuwa saw through what those layers upon layers of light curtains actually were at a single glance.

"Formations..."

Nuwa parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a trace of undisguisable strangeness and shock.

"A full three thousand layers of formations..."

These were not three thousand formation patterns, but three thousand solid, massive arrays, one linked to another, wrapping a small, low mountain covering no more than a hundred miles as tightly as a rice dumpling!

"Just what kind of person would be bored enough in this wilderness to set up so many formations in such... such a crude, yet insane manner?"

Nuwa felt her common sense had been severely impacted.

In the Primordial Land, when powerhouses set up cave-dwelling formations, they emphasized harmony with heaven and earth, borrowing the momentum of the world to achieve mastery through a single principle. A single high-level innate grand array was enough to withstand thousands of troops.

But this thing before her...

"The outermost few hundred layers actually use the most low-level concealment and bewilderment spells?"

"The thousand or so layers in the middle, although infused with a thick origin of earth, have connections that are a complete mess, relying entirely on brute force to hold them together."

"And that killing array in the very center—such pure Pure Yang Fire, but this method of setting up the formation... it is as wasteful as using an innate spiritual root to build a fire for cooking!"