novelHire Chapter 1331 The so-called "golden cicada shedding its shell" is nothing more than a mirag
Chapter 1331 The so-called "golden cicada shedding its shell" is nothing more than a mirag
Wa Palace.
An endless scroll floats in the void.
It is a fragment of the "Map of Mountains and Rivers".
In the void, six enormous vortexes were spinning wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Six colors of light—cyan, yellow, red, white, black, and gray—writhed around the vortex, each light corresponding to a cycle of reincarnation.
The heavenly way, the human way, the asura way, the animal way, the hungry ghost way, and the hell way.
As the vortex spun, a low, resonant chant of reincarnation could be faintly heard, causing the entire space of the Nuwa Palace to tremble slightly, as if bearing the heavy burden of billions of years of reincarnation.
The goddess Nuwa, dressed in a pale yellow palace gown, stood silently before the six vortexes.
Her hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore a "Heaven-Mending Stone Crown." The five-colored Heaven-Mending Stone on the crown emitted a soft halo, enveloping her in a layer of faint rosy light.
But those phoenix eyes, which usually held a gentle smile, were now filled with a complex expression as they fixed their gaze on the figure in the very center of the six vortexes.
It was a figure dressed in a long, dark black dress, the hem of which was embroidered with countless ghostly runes, and surrounded by a faint gray mist.
In the mist, ghostly figures sometimes drift by, and the earth's ley lines and dragon energy sometimes rise and fall.
He is the true ruler of the underworld and the creator of the six realms of reincarnation.
Houtu Niangniang (Goddess of the Earth).
She stood quietly at the center of the six vortexes, as if she had merged into this cycle of reincarnation.
Even though the six vortexes were spinning so violently, her body remained as steady as a mountain.
Only the gray reincarnation power swirling around the fingertips of his hands hanging at his sides resonated faintly with the power of the Six Paths within the vortex.
"I never expected that you would be the one to lend a helping hand in the end."
"Houtu".
Nuwa's voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of undisguised surprise.
Houtu Niangniang raised her eyes, which were pure gray, like the deepest darkness, yet they also revealed a clear understanding of the world.
She looked at Nuwa, her tone calm and even, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.
"It was just an agreement."
"Promise?"
Nuwa raised an eyebrow slightly, and her hand gestures paused for a moment.
"But given the special nature of the underworld, even if the alien race eventually gains control of the new world, you may not necessarily be harmed or affected."
She knew very well that the cycle of reincarnation was one of the most fundamental laws of the universe.
Even if the new world changes hands, as long as living beings exist and the cycle of life and death continues, Houtu, as the creator of reincarnation, will forever remain the ruler of the underworld.
Even if the alien rulers control the new world, they will never easily tamper with the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Once the cycle of reincarnation collapses, the entire life cycle of the world will break down, which will be of no benefit to his control over the world.
Thinking of this, Nuwa's doubts deepened.
She took a step forward, her gaze fixed on Houtu.
"So, Houtu, what is it that makes you willing to lend us a helping hand?"
"Given your personality, you shouldn't have gotten involved in such a world-ending crisis so easily."
Houtu Niangniang's gray eyes remained completely unmoved upon hearing this.
She looked directly into Nuwa's eyes, her tone still calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"If I said I simply don't like it, would you believe me, Nuwa?"
dislike?
Nuwa was slightly taken aback, but then she understood what she meant.
—I don't like being ruled by a foreign race.
Their gazes met in mid-air; Nuwa's phoenix eyes held a look of inquiry and scrutiny, while Houtu's gray eyes revealed calmness and determination.
For a moment, only the booming sound of six swirling vortexes remained within the Nuwa Palace...
And with the faint chanting of sutras of reincarnation, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, as if the air itself had frozen.
After a long pause, Houtu Niangniang broke the silence first.
She slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at the six constantly spinning vortexes in front of her.
A gray mist floated gently around her, and her tone carried a subtle, unspoken meaning.
"Then Nuwa, why are you willing to support the Spirit Pearl at all costs?"
"You should have known long ago that he wasn't the original Spirit Pearl, but rather..."
Lingzhuzi was originally a primordial pearl that Nuwa condensed with her own creative power when she was mending the sky.
She was later reincarnated as Nezha, becoming her closest junior.
But the Nezha of today, though bearing the name of the Spirit Pearl, has a wisp of consciousness from another world deep in his soul, and is no longer the pure reincarnation of the Spirit Pearl.
With Nuwa's level of cultivation, it was impossible for her not to see this.
When Nuwa heard this, she was slightly taken aback.
Then a faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile that carried both a mother's indulgence of her juniors and an undeniable firmness.
She gave a soft hum, a gentle light flashing in her phoenix eyes.
At this moment, it was as if through the six vortexes, I saw that young god who wore the Hun Tian Ling and held the Fire-Tipped Spear, and who would fight to the death even if his body was shattered.
"Ah, in my eyes, he is my Lingzhu'er."
Regardless of whether there is a consciousness from another world deep within his soul, regardless of whether he is still the pure spirit pearl he once was.
From the moment he was reincarnated carrying the essence of the Spirit Pearl, from the moment he repeatedly called out "Goddess Nuwa," from the moment he helped the Nuwa Palace gain fame in that arduous Investiture of the Gods war.
In her heart.
This little devil was already her precious child, a junior she had to protect.
Besides...
How could Houtu possibly understand that child was, from beginning to end, my Nuwa's precious pearl!
Upon hearing these words, a glimmer of light finally appeared in Houtu Niangniang's gray eyes.
She nodded slightly, said no more, and slowly raised her hands.
Then the Six Paths of Reincarnation behind him began to operate at full power.
at the same time.
The Mountain and River Map behind the Goddess Nuwa also began to operate, and the two resonated intensely together here.
Once the two forces have completely merged.
The laws of creation surrounding Goddess Nuwa began to converge, once again merging into these two forces.
Once again, a balance is achieved.
After things calmed down, Goddess Nuwa once again took out the essence of creation.
This time it was her very essence of creation, not the laws of nature.
Above the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Map of Mountains and Rivers, there is a precious pearl that is currently shimmering with a chaotic aura.
Chaos Pearl!
The Chaos Pearl, which should have self-destructed at the position of the alien race's ruler, is now here intact.
And within this Chaos Pearl.
Several figures were sitting upright.
They are...
A lightning clone clad in silver lightning armor, surrounded by countless bolts of purple divine lightning.
His body was engulfed in golden flames, mixed with flames such as the Southern Bright Fire and the True Fire of the Sun; he was Nezha's fiery clone.
Surrounded by endless water waves, from which emerged phantom images of infinitely profound energy, was none other than Nezha's Xuan Shui incarnation.
Dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, surrounded by a faint mist of reincarnation, he subtly resonated with the reincarnation power of the Goddess Houtu.
It is Nezha's reincarnation clone.
Next came a clone formed entirely of ethereal power, its form both illusory and real, seemingly merging with the void—this was Nezha's ethereal clone.
He hovered at the very edge of the Chaos Pearl, his ethereal power constantly intertwining with the external void, forming an invisible barrier.
And in the center of the five clones.
A figure dressed in the long robe of the Purple Star Emperor was sitting cross-legged.
It is Nezha's true self clone.
At this moment, he held a crystal-clear pearl in the palm of his right hand.
The aura emanating from that precious pearl subtly resonated with the primal power of the alien ruler.
It was the Dao-proving treasure he "stole" from the alien ruler, a simplified version of the Great Dao Pearl!
.........
And the last figure within the Chaos Pearl...
No one expected that figure!
It turned out to be...
Jianmu Zhenren!