Chapter 47: Do You Choose the Head of Female Immortals or Thunder

"Queen Mother of the West has arrived to visit, seeking an audience with Elder Sister Nuwa."

A gentle and dignified voice, seeming to carry the supreme aura of a mother ruling the world, echoed into the Creation Grotto-Heaven.

The Queen Mother of the West has descended!

The first wisp of Profound Yin Qi in the Primordial World to take form, and Dong Wanggong who took form from Profound Yang Qi, were enfeoffed by the Dao Ancestor Supreme Hongjun as the Head of Male Immortals and the Head of Female Immortals, capable of commanding all male and female immortals of the Primordial World.

However, unlike Dong Wanggong, who is now aggressively recruiting soldiers and buying horses to fight for the Primordial World, the Queen Mother of the West still resides in the Jade Pool of West Kunlun, rarely venturing out.

It is unknown whether this is due to her wisdom leading her to avoid the world, or simply because she is a homebody unwilling to come out.

Of course, as a top-tier female cultivator powerhouse of the Primordial World, the relationship between the Queen Mother of the West and Nuwa is naturally inseparable, even more intimate than that between Nuwa and the two women of the Witch Clan; perhaps this is the mutual appreciation between homebodies.

"Sister, since our relationship is so close, why must you use the term 'request'? If you continue like this, this Palace will become displeased."

After greeting Li Mo, Nuwa went to the entrance of the grotto to welcome the Queen Mother of the West, saying with a stern face as if displeased.

"Sister, you have already attained the Dao and become an Emperor. Since I have come, how could I not offer congratulations? I will not be so formal in the future."

The Queen Mother of the West, dressed in magnificent robes like a stunning noble matron, smiled gently and performed a graceful bow.

"Come, come, come, let's go inside and talk."

Nuwa said with a sweet smile.

The two women chatted as they entered the Creation Grotto-Heaven; Li Mo had already prepared tea and waited for their arrival.

"Little... Senior, you have hidden yourself truly deep."

Upon the arrival of the two women, the Queen Mother of the West looked at Li Mo with a beaming smile and sighed.

Since she and Nuwa shared a close private friendship, naturally, the Queen Mother of the West was no stranger to Li Mo; guessing these things with her wisdom was not difficult.

Thinking of how she used to view him as a younger brother, yet he was actually a mysterious powerhouse beyond imagination, even an existence surpassing Supreme Hongjun.

Instantly, the Queen Mother of the West felt a surge of emotion, quite like the feeling of a neighborhood younger brother suddenly turning around to become a big shot she could no longer aspire to reach.

"Queen Mother of the West, it is more intimate if you call me Little Mo."

Li Mo said with a smile.

One lives but a single life; whether cultivating or becoming powerful, one ultimately cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires. If one alone looks down upon the changing seas and mulberry fields, what meaning is there besides loneliness?

Does one look down on old friends once they become powerful? The education of his past life prevented Li Mo from doing so; moreover, the Queen Mother of the West had treated him well, bringing him gifts every time she came to visit Nuwa, such as the Peach of Immortality, of which Li Mo had already eaten countless.

"Then this Palace will not be polite. Little Mo, hmm, actually, calling a powerhouse by a nickname feels quite thrilling."

The Queen Mother of the West said with a mischievous grin, showing no trace of the nobility and pride of being the Head of Female Immortals; of course, if she truly regarded herself as the Head of Female Immortals, she would not be a homebody.

"The Queen Mother of the West has come for me? Do you also wish to become stronger?"

Li Mo did not waste words, going straight to the point.

"That is certainly what I want. Although I have no quarrel with the world, the Primordial World is extremely dangerous, with calamities emerging frequently. Without the power to protect myself, I too would fall. Little Mo, are you willing to guide me?"