Nuwa, Isn't Kicking Down My Door Rude?

Nuwa stood upon the clouds, a dark line of frustration etched across her brow.

The person who had set up this array was nothing short of a madman—someone who possessed top-tier materials but lacked even a shred of aesthetic sense or basic knowledge of array formation!

Yet, this seemingly chaotic, iron-shelled turtle of a formation...

...actually made Nuwa feel a hint of trouble.

Because it was simply too thick.

Furthermore, the three thousand layers of arrays seemed to be connected by the creator using a logic that was incredibly sleazy and shameless.

If one tried to violently break the outer Illusion Array, it would immediately trigger the Gravity Mire Array in the middle layer.

If one attempted to forcibly cut off the spiritual energy supply, it would detonate the Pure Yang Fire in the inner layer to drag the intruder down with it.

"The person who set this up is not just a madman; they are a... coward, plagued by an extreme lack of security."

Nuwa offered a fair assessment.

She descended from the clouds and landed before a patch of white mist at the outermost perimeter of the array.

Her curiosity had been thoroughly piqued.

The source that had triggered the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, been shielded from heavenly secrets, and still retained a trace of merit—it was all inside this turtle shell!

Nuwa extended a slender finger, a soft glow of Creation Azure Light igniting at her tip, and tapped it gently against the light screen of the outermost Illusion Array.

"Let me see what kind of monsters and demons are hiding inside this shell."

With a soft pop.

The light screen shattered like a bubble, dissolving into specks of spiritual light that vanished into the air.

Nuwa smiled slightly, preparing to step forward.

But the moment she lifted her foot, a sudden change occurred.

Where the Illusion Array had shattered, no true scene was revealed; instead, a thick, impenetrable black miasma erupted violently.

The miasma was foul-smelling and highly corrosive, rushing straight toward Nuwa's face.

"Oh?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Nuwa's eyes.

Naturally, she would not be harmed by such low-grade poison.

She merely waved her sleeve in a leisurely fashion.

A breeze imbued with pure, life-giving creation rose from the ground, sweeping away the aggressive black miasma as easily as autumn wind clears fallen leaves.

Not even a trace of the foul odor remained.

However, before Nuwa could even retract her sleeve.

The ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed without warning, transforming into a foul-smelling swamp of churning mud.

At the same time, a formidable gravity descended from the sky, as if a ten-thousand-foot mountain had been pressed directly onto her shoulders, attempting to force her into the mire.

An Illusion Array hiding a Poison Array.

The Poison Array connected to a Gravity Mire Array.

Everything was interlinked, and the trigger for each layer was the violent destruction of the one before it.

Nuwa stood in place, not even bending her knees.

The gravity, which would have crushed an ordinary Celestial Immortal into a meat patty, landed on her peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Creation Divine Body without even causing a wrinkle in her dress to shift.

Yet, her expression turned exceptionally strange.

"What a sinister mind."

Nuwa looked at the swamp beneath her feet, which continued to bubble and attempt to corrode her protective divine light, and could not help but sigh.

In the Primordial Land, when Innate Divine Beings fought, they valued vast supernatural powers, sharp magic treasures, and upright, grand strategies or the crushing momentum of world-destroying force.

She had traveled the Primordial Land for so long, yet she had never seen a cultivator who would spend their energy on how to stitch together various low-class, trashy arrays in such a tasteless, purely disgusting manner.

Was this even setting up a Daoist sanctum's array?

This was more like digging a hole in the ground, filling it with filth, and then covering it with a thin layer of hay!

"If an ordinary Profound Immortal had passed by, even if they could forcibly break the Illusion Array, they would likely end up covered in grime and reeking of filth after the consecutive strikes of the poison and gravity."

Nuwa looked up.

After breaking through those three outer layers, what appeared before her was an even denser, honeycomb-like cluster of multicolored light screens.

One thousand layers? Two thousand?

Nuwa scanned them with her divine sense, and even she could not help but gasp slightly.

This shell was thick enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Moreover, she could clearly perceive that in the deepest part of these chaotic arrays, a source of Earth energy, thick to the point of absurdity, was continuously providing power to the entire array complex.

"To take Origin of Earth at the Profound Immortal level and perfectly integrate it into the ley lines, just to power these trash arrays..."

Nuwa simply did not know what to say.

This was akin to someone taking a piece of peerless divine iron capable of forging an Innate Spiritual Treasure, and instead of crafting a divine sword, they hammered it into a shovel for scooping pig manure!

A waste of heaven's gifts!

It was a waste of heaven's gifts to the extreme!

Yet at the same time, the curiosity in Nuwa's heart was thoroughly ignited.

That peculiar existence, obscured by heavenly secrets and suspected to be the embodiment of Great Dao Merit, was hiding inside this thick turtle shell.

If any other Innate Divine Beings encountered this situation, they would likely have sacrificed a high-powered spiritual treasure and blasted this dilapidated mountain, along with its arrays, into dust in a single strike.

But Nuwa cultivated the Dao of Creation, and her temperament was relatively gentle.

Looking at the dense thicket of arrays before her, she felt no anger; instead, she developed a sense of inquisitiveness, much like a child encountering a complex knot.

I want to see just how many layers you can stack in this shell of yours.

Nuwa set aside the thought of crushing it with sheer magic power.

She extended her hands, her ten fingers slender and jade-like, with soft Creation Azure Light lingering at her fingertips.

Instead of piercing the light screen as she had just done, she probed the nodes of the array patterns with the power of creation, beginning to dissolve and unravel these arrays bit by bit.

Illusion Arrays, Soul-Bewildering Arrays, Golden Blade Arrays, Earth Spike Arrays...

Nuwa was like someone engaged in an incredibly delicate piece of manual labor.

As she dismantled them, she could not help but complain internally about the crudeness of the array setter's methods and the pettiness of their mind.

Time slipped away quietly amidst this silent dismantling.

Fifty years.

One hundred years.

Nuwa stood in place, not retreating a single step.

Seemingly tireless, she used the Law of Creation to forcibly dismantle the entire outermost layer of one hundred disgusting interlocking arrays, turning them into a pile of scrap metal and stones devoid of spiritual energy.

Meanwhile.

In the deepest part of the Nameless Low Mountain.

Inside the core cave dwelling of the three-thousand-layer array.

Lu Changsheng was sprawled out on the White Jade Cloud Bed, hugging the Red Sun Fruit tree he had replanted in a pot, sleeping soundly.

A full eight hundred years had passed since he completed the comprehensive upgrade of his three-thousand-layer array.

For these eight hundred years, he had not stepped a single foot outside the cave dwelling.

Every day, aside from eating fruit and watering spiritual herbs, he simply lay on the bed sleeping, replenishing the mental energy he had exhausted during his five thousand years of high-intensity labor.

With the protection of this Mysterious Yellow Pure Yang Array, he felt this was the most peaceful and secure period of sleep he had enjoyed since transmigrating to the Primordial Land.

In his dreams, he even imagined himself walking across the Primordial Land, with merit falling from the sky like it was free, pelting him until he glowed with golden light, causing even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to give him a wide berth.

"Hehehe... don't grab, it's all mine..."

Lu Changsheng smacked his lips in his sleep, rolled over, and draped a leg over the trunk of the Red Sun Fruit tree.

Just as he was preparing to continue counting his merit in his dream.

"Woo--! Woo--! Woo--!"