Chapter 559: Explaining Origins! Pingxin Niangniang

After absorbing the information in her mind, Pingxin Niangniang opened her eyes, her gentle gaze filled with disbelief.

The information Luo Fu had transmitted to her was truly shocking and unprecedented.

Pingxin Niangniang was the avatar of Sister Houtu, who herself was one of the Twelve Ancestral Wus, born from Pangu's blood.

As an Ancestral Wu, Sister Houtu had inherited much of the knowledge contained within Pangu's blood, and her insight was far from weak.

Chaos was vast, and Pingxin Niangniang knew that within this boundless Chaos, there were not merely the Primordial World where life could exist—Pingxin Niangniang also knew this.

Yet even with Pingxin Niangniang's knowledge, she found it hard to accept.

There existed another Chaos World, and within that Chaos World was also a Primordial World.

In that Primordial World, there was also Ancestor Hongjun, Nüwa, Taishang, and the Six Sages; there was also the Wuzude Alliance and the Yao Clan; there were also the Twelve Ancestral Wus, Di Jun, and Dong Huang Taiyi.

Had Luo Fu's transmitted information not been extraordinarily rich—containing even Wu Clan secrets known only to the Twelve Ancestral Wus—Pingxin Niangniang would never have believed it.

Anyone would find it impossible to believe that another version of themselves existed, one who had nearly identical experiences.

"Hmm, friend is correct—I indeed came from the Primordial World. As for the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Primordial World, yes, I created it."

Luo Fu nodded.

Indeed, this explanation was far more straightforward.

If he had tried to explain it himself, he would have spent hours doing so—and Pingxin Niangniang still might not have believed him.

After all, the concept of parallel worlds usually exists only in fantasy; convincing someone such worlds truly exist through words alone is far too feeble.

"It's simply unbelievable—if friend's transmitted information had not been so undeniably real, I never would have imagined another Primordial World, identical in every way, could exist."

Pingxin Niangniang spoke softly, her tone still brimming with disbelief.

"It's not just one—accurately speaking, there should be countless Primordial Worlds."

Splash!

Luo Fu reached out and pulled, and a small river, constantly surging, appeared before him.

"Worlds are like this river—every choice spawns a tributary, and before any tributary diverges, they are all identical."

With a gentle flick of his hand, the surging river began branching endlessly; countless tributaries emerged, all initially identical in form.

"But as the river continues forward, each tributary grows distinct, becoming its own main stream, then splitting again into countless tributaries, ultimately forming an incalculable Heavens and Myriad Worlds."

Luo Fu flicked his hand again, and the once-identical tributaries began to differ—some thickened, some grew turbulent, some thinned, some dried up entirely.

The tributaries that did not dry up continued to split further, eventually becoming billions of streams, surging ceaselessly toward the unknown.

"Friend is right—they are indeed different. In the other Primordial World, the Wuzude Alliance has not yet been defeated; under friend's protection, the Wu Clan will surely not meet the same fate as in this world. How wonderful."

Prompted by Luo Fu, Pingxin Niangniang recalled the divergent fates of the Wu Clan in both worlds, her voice tinged with both sorrow and relief.

"Thank you, friend, for your protection. Since you are an ally of the Wu Clan in the other Primordial World, you are also an ally of the Wu Clan in this world. Whatever you require, the Wuzude Alliance will lend full support."

Pingxin Niangniang first thanked Luo Fu, then made an unhesitating promise.

The fate of the Wu Clan in the Journey to the West World was far too tragic—of the Twelve Ancestral Wus, all but Sister Houtu had perished.

As the sole surviving Ancestral Wu, Sister Houtu knew well that without Luo Fu's aid, the Wu Clan in the other Primordial World would meet the same end as in the Journey to the West World.

Precisely because she understood this, Pingxin Niangniang sincerely thanked Luo Fu.