Chapter 447: Human Race Holy Mother Goddess Nüwa

Heifeng hid together with everyone at the edge of the white mist, personally witnessed the might of Longling's illusion technique, and couldn't help but feel a deep awe.

He knew Longling's power was unfathomable, but never expected its illusion technique could reach such a miraculous level.

In the mist, Longling's illusion not only successfully confused many cultivators, luring them into a carefully laid pit, but at critical moments, using illusion power it created various terrifying scenes, causing the cultivators to unknowingly step into deeper danger.

Heifeng stared ahead, seeing Longling's illusion flicker in the mist—sometimes turning into a ferocious stone statue, sometimes into a wandering battle spirit, and at moments the illusion's power made the whole ancient battlefield seem to come alive, exuding a palpably oppressive pressure.

"Boss's methods are truly awe-inspiring."

Heifeng muttered softly, his eyes filled with both reverence and strong envy.

"If it weren't for him needing to make a decision, losing Longling as his reliance, the Black Clan's inheritance would not have fully awakened in his body."

"causing his own strength to undergo a powerful transformation."

However, Heifeng also understood that Longling could so easily control illusions not only because of his strong cultivation level, but also due to this ancient battlefield's special environment.

This place is filled with the residual power of the Ancient God Sect, providing abundant energy for Longling's illusions.

Just as Heifeng was pondering, Longling's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Heifeng, don't get distracted.

"Although these cultivators have already fallen into the controlled trap, the secrets of the Ancient God Sect relics are far more complex than imagined.

"We must be more careful to ensure the plan proceeds smoothly."

Heifeng nodded, knowing Longling's words were true.

Although they had gained some advantage, the power and secrets hidden in the Ancient God Sect relics remain full of unknowns and dangers.

"Rest assured, boss."

"Stay vigilant at all times, ensure no accidents occur."

Heifeng responded firmly.

Although their conversation was brief, it revealed their deep trust and tacit understanding.

They knew only by working together could they obtain enough ancient symbols in the forbidden ground created by the Ancient God Sect's statue to exchange for the Ancient God Sect's supreme inheritance treasure.

Heifeng and Longling stood movingly in the mist, gazing at the picture of the White Mist Bright Mirror, watching the cultivators guided here by the jade slip's routine undergoing various bizarre illusions.

"Thump thump thump..."

In the mist-shrouded jungle ruins, eerie footsteps echoed, tugging at the hearts and minds of many cultivators.

As everyone went deeper into the mist, they gradually discovered this ancient battlefield was not a lifeless expanse.

Under the mist's veil, countless ancient secrets and dangers seemed to lie hidden.

Each step felt unusually heavy, as if the ground beneath still retained the heroic spirits of the Ancient God Sect warriors.

They passed through ruins, occasionally seeing broken weapons and armor; these relics bore strange runes, emitting a faint glow, as if recounting their former glory.

But when cultivators tried to approach or touch these relics, they suddenly felt a strong repelling force, and several cultivators consequently suffered minor injuries.

"These relics must not be touched lightly; they are closely tied to the heroic spirits of this ancient battlefield."

The old man reminded, his eyes revealing deep reverence for this land.

Everyone continued forward, and in the mist some blurry figures began to appear, drifting like ghosts between the ruins.

When cultivators tried to approach, these figures suddenly vanished, as if they had never existed.

"These might be the remnant souls of the Ancient God Sect warriors.

guarding this land, not allowing outsiders to intrude lightly."

A female cultivator whispered, her voice tinged with a tremor.

Just then, a low growl suddenly came from the mist, followed by a strong tremor rising from the ground, as if something was awakening.

Everyone's hearts tightened; they all stopped and prepared for battle.

As the tremor intensified, a huge stone statue slowly rose from the ground, its visage ferocious, eyes flashing red light, as if it were the spirit guarding this ancient battlefield.

"Be careful, this is the Ancient God Sect's guardian; its terrifying power is not to be underestimated."

The old man warned, his voice tinged with solemnity.

The statue suddenly moved, swinging its massive arms and launching an attack on everyone.

The mighty power accompanied by tremor made the whole space shake.

The cultivators quickly scattered, each employing techniques and Dharma Implements, engaging in a fierce battle with the statue.

In the battle, everyone discovered the statue's weakness lay in its eyes, the source of its power.

Under the old man's command, several cultivators focused their power and attacked the statue's eyes.

After a grueling battle, the statue finally collapsed with a loud crash, turning into a pile of rubble.

As the statue fell, the mist began to gradually dissipate, revealing a more expansive space.

In the center of this space stood an ancient altar, emitting a faint light from its surface, as if concealing some mysterious power.

"It seems the treasure is right there."

The old man pointed at the altar, his eyes flashing with excitement.

However, just as everyone prepared to approach the altar, beams of light suddenly sprang up around it, forming a huge formation.

From the formation came a strong suction, attempting to draw everyone in.

"Oh no, this is another trap!"

The old man exclaimed, quickly directing everyone to circulate their cultivation level to counteract the formation's suction.

Through everyone's joint effort, the formation's suction was finally suppressed.

But then, they noticed the light on the altar growing brighter, as if a powerful presence was about to awaken.

"We must act quickly, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

The old man said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with resolute light.

The cultivators knew there was no retreat; they could only press forward, because the mist could block divine sense probing, and upon entering this place, the reserved markers had been silently erased.

Now they simply cannot tell their sense of direction; they can only rely on feeling to move forward.

The cultivators tightly grasped their Dharma Implements, proceeding with extreme caution in this mist, continuing to advance.

Under the old man's leadership, the cultivators passed through the formation that was gradually dissipating in the mist; their steps were heavy and resolute, their hearts filled with awe.

However, as they continued to delve deeper into this ancient ruin, a shocking scene unfolded before their eyes.

On a vast, boundless square stood a colossal statue, its form so magnificent that all cultivators felt shocked.

It was a terrifying figure with a human head and a serpent's body, its visage solemn and grave, its eyes deep and unfathomable, as if containing infinite wisdom and power.

Its serpentine body coiled around the square, each scale shimmering with a mysterious light, as if recounting ancient legends.

Even more shocking, the terrifying figure held a clump of earth in its hand; as it gently blew, that clump of earth slowly transformed, gradually forming human shapes, as if it were creating life.

This sight left all cultivators feeling incredulous, never having seen such miraculous power, and a profound awe welled up in their hearts.

Is this the creator of the Ancient God Sect?

A young cultivator asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

The old man fell silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

In the legends of the Ancient God Sect, there indeed exists such a supreme being.

It is called the 'Creator', possessing the power to create and destroy worlds.

But this is merely a legend; we cannot be certain whether all of this before us is real.

Although the cultivators' hearts were filled with doubt and unease, they knew that, having come this far, there was no turning back.

They must face all of this, whether it be a genuine trial or an illusion's deception.

At that moment, the terrifying figure with a human head and serpent's body seemed to sense the cultivators' arrival, slowly turning its head; its gaze pierced through the layers of mist and fell directly upon everyone.

That gaze showed no trace of emotion, yet it made all cultivators feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Be careful, it may be about to launch an attack on us!

The old man shouted a warning, meanwhile swiftly setting up a defensive formation.

However, the terrifying figure did not immediately launch an attack; instead, it slowly opened its mouth and emitted a low, resonant sound.

That sound seemed to contain some mysterious power, making the cultivators feel a bit dazed, as if their spirits had been cleansed.

Is it speaking to us?

A female cultivator asked doubtfully.

The old man shook his head, indicating he also did not understand the meaning of that sound.

But as the sound continued, they discovered that the surrounding mist began to gradually dissipate, revealing more of the scenery.

It was a vast array of ancient buildings, each exuding an air of vicissitude, as if bearing witness to countless ages of change.

It seems this sound has the effect of purification and guidance.

The old man analyzed in a deep voice.

Perhaps we can use this sound to find the path to the treasure.

A young cultivator, eyes gleaming, looked toward another direction.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators gripped their Dharma Implements tightly and followed the mysterious sound step by step deeper into this ancient ruin. They did not know what secret the mysterious statue hid, especially whether the position indicated by the sound held any opportunity; no one knew.

But they had no choice; they had to believe, and for now they could only grit their teeth and press on.

In a corner of this illusion, Heifeng and the others were already dumbstruck; the statue of the human-headed serpent-bodied figure gave them a feeling of profound mystery.

Especially the revealed secret of humanity's origin, which in the history of the Huanyu Cultivation World simply never appeared.

At this moment, whether it was the Heibai Shuangsha, Qingyun, or the newly subdued Wang Mang, Chen Gong, and other cultivators, they all stared at Longling with faces full of terror.

They did not know what terrifying background Longling possessed, yet it actually knew the origin of humanity.

Boss, just what kind of divine being is this terrifying human-headed serpent-bodied powerhouse!

Longling's gaze was deep; he stared at the terrifying human-headed serpent-bodied figure, slowly speaking, his voice carrying a barely perceptible reverence.

This is none other than the legendary Goddess Nüwa, honored as the Holy Mother of the earthly human race.

In the ancient legends, Goddess Nüwa possessed the power to mold humans from earth and bestow life, as well as the mighty deed of refining five-colored stones to patch the heavens.

Upon hearing this, everyone's shock intensified; although their cultivation levels were profound, they still felt tremendous astonishment and incredulity at such an ancient mythological being.

Molding humans from earth, refining five-colored stones to patch the heavens.

Wang Mang muttered to himself, a flicker of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

Could it be that all these legendary events are actually true?

Such legends are also missing in the Huanyu Cultivation World; whether they are true or false cannot be verified.

But the aura emanating from the statue of the Holy Mother of humanity, Nüwa, cannot deceive anyone; it gives people an incomparably mysterious feeling.

Chen Gong also wore a look of astonishment and doubt, gazing at Longling as if seeking further answers.

Boss, if Goddess Nüwa is so great, why have we never heard of her existence before?

Longling slightly shook his head, his gaze still locked on that enormous statue.

The existence of Goddess Nüwa has long transcended the bounds of time.

Her story is recorded only in the most ancient texts.

Moreover, these records are often regarded by later cultivators as divine treasures, all of them hidden.

Elder Qingyun also interjected at this moment.

Not bad; in our cultivation world, although there are many legends about ancient deities, most are considered fictional.

Yet what we see today, there is not even a trace of it to be found.

Perhaps it is because the boss's origins are terrifyingly formidable that such mysterious classic treasures are preserved.

The Heibai Shuangsha exchanged a glance; their eyes were equally filled with shock, but even more so with a craving for power.

They exchanged a few words in low voices, then turned toward Longling.

"Boss, if this Goddess Nüwa really exists, she must be immensely powerful……"

"Longling waved a hand, cutting off their words, a hint of admiration flashing in their eyes."

"The power of Goddess Nüwa is not something that can be easily guessed."

"Everyone nodded, knowing that Longling's words carried deep meaning."

"In the Nüwa Human Creation Painting within the Ancient God Sect ruins lies a terrifying mystery; merely seeing it is already a mysterious fortune."

"In the mysterious phantom mirror, Longling and the others saw cultivators who had broken into the restriction, and following Nüwa's guidance, they arrived at a plaza."

"There, a beam of light rose from the ground, forming a light gate."

"You have already entered this place; the way forward is that way."

"The old man spoke in a deep voice, taking the lead toward the light gate."

"Everyone closely followed, passing through the light gate into a brand-new space."

"This place is full of life and vitality, forming a stark contrast with the desolate, misty world outside."

"Here they saw lush green forests, clear streams, and various strange flora; everything appeared harmonious and tranquil."

"This place actually has such a huge medicinal field?"

"A female cultivator exclaimed, her voice full of surprise."

"The cultivators looked around, then nodded."

"The spiritual medicines in the medicinal field are extraordinarily strange, all pink, their fragrance assaulting the nose, rich aroma spreading, giving a profoundly wondrous feeling."

"The cultivators walked through the medicinal field, discovering that each pink flower contained powerful vitality, and even some plants could automatically absorb surrounding spiritual energy, growing unusually lush."

"The spiritual energy here is astonishingly rich; if one could cultivate here, their cultivation level would surely advance by leaps and bounds."

"Among the crowd, a young cultivator sighed."

"However, the old man warned."

"Don't let the scenery before you confuse your mind."

"Although this place is full of life, it also hides unknown dangers."

"Our goal is to come based on the message transmitted in the Jade Slip."

"The purpose is the treasure within the Ancient God Sect's restriction."

"Everyone nodded, knowing that the old man's words carried deep meaning."

"Boss, you didn't say this is the core of the restriction?"

"Why is there no reaction!"

"At that moment, Heifeng saw that the cultivators in the medicinal field had slightly red cheeks, and asked curiously."