Beginning Eaten by a Saint

Beneath Mount Buzhou, the newborn wind still carried the scorching heat of the Creation of Heaven and Earth.

Chen Ran's consciousness was a chaotic blur.

He only knew that he had become a wisp of fire.

A faint, flickering flame that looked as if it could be extinguished by the wind at any moment.

Yet, his origin was extraordinary.

He was the Fire of Civilization for the human race, the very first Spark of Civilization.

As long as the human race was born, he could attach himself to them, growing stronger with the prosperity of their civilization until he eventually became a Sacred Fire of Civilization that shone as brightly as the sun and moon.

Just then, a vast and boundless pressure enveloped the entire world.

A woman dressed in Palace Attire, beautiful beyond words, appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

She possessed a Human-headed Serpent Body, and though her brows carried a hint of fatigue, it could not conceal her supreme aura as a Saint.

Nuwa.

The name surfaced naturally within Chen Ran's consciousness.

Nuwa waved her slender hand, mixing the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil on the ground with the Three Lights Divine Water, casually molding them into clay figures.

She blew a breath of Immortal Qi onto the clay figures.

The figures grew in the wind, transforming into living men and women.

This was the human race.

Chen Ran grew excited; the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

However, having just finished creating humanity, Nuwa's face turned pale, and her Saint's Body felt an unprecedented sense of depletion.

She instinctively looked around, searching for some Innate Spiritual Root or immortal herb to replenish her consumption.

Then, she saw Chen Ran.

It was a small, dancing flame filled with pure vitality and spirituality.

To Nuwa's Saintly senses, this flame was the most delicious and nourishing spiritual object in the world, far more tempting than any Innate Spiritual Root.

The emptiness in her stomach left her no time to think.

Nuwa parted her red lips and inhaled gently in Chen Ran's direction.

An irresistible suction force surged forth.

Chen Ran was stunned.

That's not how the script is supposed to go!

Shouldn't you be bestowing me upon the human race so they can begin the chapter of their civilization?

Why are you trying to eat me?

Am I not your tool-fire?

Chen Ran struggled desperately, but before a Heavenly Dao Saint, all his resistance appeared pale and powerless.

His consciousness was pulled away, plunging into a warm and fragrant darkness.

It's over.

Less than three minutes after starting, I've been eaten by the Creator God.

I must be the fastest and most aggrieved transmigrator in history.

Just as Chen Ran's consciousness was about to dissipate completely, a mechanical and grand voice echoed in the deepest part of his mind.

[Detected that the host has entered a special environment—inside a Heavenly Dao Saint.]

[Meets the highest parasitic conditions.]

[Civilization Parasite System officially activated!]

[Parasitism in progress...]

[Parasitic target: Heavenly Dao Saint Nuwa.]

[Parasitism successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the ultimate shelter—Wa Empress Palace Plus Version (Mobile)!]

[Please guide the newborn human race, ignite the first Fire of Civilization belonging to them, and begin your path of Proving Dao through Civilization!]

A series of messages flooded in, causing the fading Chen Ran to snap back to clarity.

System?

Parasitism?

I... I'm not dead? And I've parasitized Nuwa's body?

Chen Ran's consciousness cautiously probed his surroundings.

This was not the pitch-black digestive organ he had imagined, but a vast, boundless inner space filled with the immense power of a Saint, every wisp of aura containing the Great Dao of Creation.

It was warm, safe, and isolated from all the storms and murderous intent of the outside world.

The most dangerous place is the safest place...

Chen Ran muttered to himself, his mood swinging from deep sorrow to great joy; it was more thrilling than a rollercoaster.

He carefully studied this suddenly appeared Civilization Parasite System.

Its functions were simple and brutal.

First, Civilization Parasite.

As a Spark of Civilization, he had to parasitize to survive. The object he was currently parasitizing was Empress Nuwa, one of the Six Saints of the Primordial Era, which maxed out his defense instantly. As long as Empress Nuwa did not fall, his life was secure.

Second, Civilization Power.

As long as he guided the Human Civilization to develop, whether it was technology, culture, institutions, or any act that could be defined as "civilization progress," he could extract Civilization Power from it.

Civilization Power was his food and the foundation of his growth.

Third, Host Strengthening.

This was the most critical point.

All the Civilization Power he obtained would automatically feed back and strengthen his host, Empress Nuwa, according to a fixed ratio.

The strengthening directions included the Saint's Body, Primordial Spirit, Dao Comprehension, and more.

It could even unlock inconceivable Civilization Divine Abilities for Empress Nuwa based on the development of the Human Civilization.

Glory shared, ruin shared.

Chen Ran quickly understood the relationship between himself and Empress Nuwa.

He was a tenant living in the "house" that was Empress Nuwa, and the "rent" was the constant strengthening of her.

The stronger the landlord, the more secure he, the tenant, would live.

This isn't parasitism at all; this is clearly a win-win!

Chen Ran's mind became active.

The Primordial world was fraught with murderous intent.

Below the Saints, all were ants; even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could vanish in an instant.

As a tiny flame without even a physical form, if he wandered outside, he probably wouldn't survive a single tribulation.

Now, it was perfect; he had moved directly into a Saint's body. Was there any shelter safer than this?

His short-term goal was very clear.

Guide the humans to survive and grow strong. They must not become the "Two-legged Sheep" in the mouths of the Demon Race as they did in the original story, or he, the Spark of Civilization, would be completely finished.

As long as the humans did not perish, he could continuously obtain Civilization Power.

And his mid-term goal was to constantly strengthen Empress Nuwa.

He would turn Empress Nuwa, his "shelter," into the hardest tortoise shell in the Primordial Era—one that no one could crack!

By then, whether it was the Witch-Demon Tribulation or the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, none of it would have anything to do with him.

He would calmly "farm" within Empress Nuwa, watching the humans develop while silently accumulating power.

As for his long-term goal...

Chen Ran's consciousness flame flickered gently.

To attain the Dao through "civilization," transcend the Heavenly Dao, and lead his "landlord" and the entire human race to escape this sea of bitterness.

That was the ultimate pursuit!

With his goals clarified, Chen Ran immediately took action.

His consciousness passed through the Saint's Body of Empress Nuwa and descended silently to the foot of Mount Buzhou, to that newborn, bewildered human tribe.