bdsm-fiction Chapter 115 Wang Teng Saves the World, Nuwa Becomes a Saint
Chapter 115 Wang Teng Saves the World, Nuwa Becomes a Saint
Chapter 115 Wang Teng Saves the World, Nuwa Becomes a Saint
Nuwa's heart trembled as she read in the book about a group of human cultivators who crossed the vast Boundary Sea.
They must quell the dark creatures for the survival of their race.
People shouted, accompanied by the call of bugles, putting life and death aside.
Among the figures were living fossils who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
There were also young boys with youthful faces and clear, innocent eyes...
"Repair my battle sword, and I'll conquer the heavens!"
"I will shed my blood and forge ahead without hesitation!"
There were too many demons within the Boundary Sea. Although there were many human beings, at this moment, they could only fall one by one.
However, in the passage at the other end of the Boundary Sea, human beings continued to rush forward!
The Dark Sea must be flattened, or humanity will be in grave danger.
There is no time.
At this moment, all the married, middle-aged men died.
Meanwhile, the unmarried men began to go to the battlefield.
Eventually, this group of people all died.
In order: elderly people, women, children...
When Nuwa saw this, the pages of the novel in her hand were soaked.
She was moved by the spirit of the human race.
At the same time, boundless anger was burning within him.
Humans are so united, so why are they treated this way in this novel?
In the end, Nuwa saw the most powerful warrior in the novel, a Celestial Emperor realm expert, make his move.
He had been in seclusion for far too long, and only now did he realize how much the outside world had changed.
The Immortal Emperor Wang Teng was enveloped in divine light, with long hair flowing over his shoulders and eyes like cold lightning.
He arrived riding on a cauldron, directly crossing the boundary sea.
The moment he appeared, the sky collapsed and darkness vanished.
Wang Teng's gaze, sharp as a deity's, shot straight at her.
At the summit of the Boundary Sea, the Dark Emperor Ye Hei's body suddenly shattered, and he was instantly killed, just like the big black dog beside him.
"Those who stand in my way, King Teng, shall be shattered, man and dog alike!"
With a thunderous shout, the heavens and earth trembled, the Great Dao resounded, and the world shook.
A group of dark emperors attacked Wang Teng.
Between heaven and earth, endless, wondrous, and magnificent light erupted.
In Nuwa's view, the Immortal Emperor Wang Teng in the novel killed eighty-two Great Emperors in a row.
It can be said to be the strongest being among the human race.
In the end, Wang Teng quelled the chaos in the dark lands and wiped them out in one fell swoop.
But in this world, only Wang Teng remained.
Wang Teng felt too lonely.
He sat cross-legged in the void, dispersing his life essence and transforming into a being that once existed between heaven and earth.
Those dead figures are coalescing...
Wang Teng has disappeared.
Between heaven and earth, only a carefree, hearty laugh remains.
"Those who came before me have illuminated my path, and I will illuminate those who follow."
Nuwa saw that the timeline in the book had suddenly changed by 120,000 years.
As the human race prospered, every city had a colossal statue—that of Wang Teng.
Beijing.
A man named Wang Mang had his youngest son born tonight.
Wang Mang named his child Wang Teng.
That night, strange phenomena occurred repeatedly in the sky above the Wang family's residence.
Holding the infant, Wang Mang exclaimed with great pride, "My son Wang Teng has the bearing of a great emperor!"
When Nuwa saw this, she realized that there were only three words at the end: "The End."
She felt relieved; Wang Teng's ending was good, he even lived a second life.
In Nuwa's mind, although the human race did not have the physical strength of billions of other races and was not in harmony with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the human race also had many advantages.
Ling Xiao saw that she had finished reading.
Then ask her to give her opinion on the human race.
Nuwa said, "Strive for self-improvement, be fearless and undaunted for the sake of the race, and value unity."
Ling Xiao nodded and said, "You can create the human race now."
Nuwa asked in confusion, "Me?"
Ling Xiao said, "Among all the races in the world, there are none, except for the human race."
"And the appearance of the human race is exactly the same as the Dao body that Pangu transformed into when he supported the sky."
"Create men and women in the likeness of the great god Pangu."
Upon hearing this, Nuwa felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her mind, instantly bringing her to a state of clarity.
Creating a race is a meritorious act for the primordial world, and then the merit will descend, allowing her to become a saint.
So many years have passed.
She has been searching for the path of the sage for too long, but has yet to find the answer.
Now, however, he was enlightened by Ling Xiao's words.
Nuwa was extremely grateful. Such a favor could not be repaid even if she gave him all her own spiritual treasures, let alone three spiritual treasures.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Cat!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao touched his nose, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Fellow Daoist Cat...
Meow, meow meow, glancing? ??
I was pretending to be a kitten just now to play the victim and gain sympathy.
All the groundwork was laid for those three top-grade innate spiritual treasures.
And, feedback on cultivation levels regarding the Dao of Deception and the Dao of Trickery.
You can call me that now, I won't argue with you.
But I'm letting you know how you should address me after I've lied to you.
now.
Lingxiao explained to Nuwa the steps involved in creating the human race.
Tell her to take the vine whip in her hand, then dip it in some sacred soil and sprinkle it on the ground.
She did just that.
His entire body was permeated with the aura of the laws of creation.
Those divine soils transformed into tiny people, just like the humans of later generations, except they weren't wearing clothes.
In the blink of an eye, three thousand little figures were created.
They were growing up gradually, and in a short time, they became no different from the human beings of later generations.
"Little cat, come quick! The sacred soil in my hand is gone!"
Nuwa said anxiously.
Ling Xiao took out the Nine Heavens Breath Soil and handed it to her, saying, "Come again with three thousand people, including one thousand five hundred men and one thousand five hundred women."
Nuwa smiled and said, "When you took this treasure, I knew we were destined to meet. You were so fierce back then."
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Not as fierce as my sister."
He glanced at Nuwa's chest.
Nuwa noticed his gaze, her eyes immediately filled with shyness, she rolled her eyes at him, turned around, took the vine whip in her hand, dipped it in the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and transformed it into little people.
Ultimately, the innate human race created a total of six thousand people.
Nuwa looked up to the sky, her voice spreading to every corner, "Heaven above, I, Nuwa, today feel that the races of heaven and earth are incomplete, and therefore I have created a race, named the Human Race."
"Humans, rise!"
Heaven sensed this and with a thunderous roar, ten thousand golden clouds of merit slowly descended.
Ultimately, it landed inside Nuwa's body, and her cultivation level suddenly advanced to the Quasi-Saint realm.
Nuwa's cultivation level continued to rise, from the first level of the Quasi-Saint realm to the tenth level.
Golden light shimmered around her, and in a flash, a wisp of her primordial spirit flew out and took refuge in the void of the Heavenly Dao.
boom!!!
The terrifying pressure of the saintly aura swept across every corner of the primordial world in an instant.
Nuwa's realm advanced to the first level of Heavenly Dao Saint.
Below the sage, all are but ants.
This is not a joke. A sage of the Heavenly Dao can control the will of Heaven and Earth and act on behalf of Heaven!
With a single thought, a sage can penetrate all causes and effects; with a single thought, he can roam the heavens. His true spirit is immortal and eternally exists.
As the saint's oppressive aura swept across the land, countless living beings in the primordial world were in complete uproar.
(End of this chapter)