Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage
Chapter 293 - 279: Untitled

Chapter 293: Chapter 279: Untitled

My name is Nuwa, born in the Ancient Era after the opening of the heavens.

I was nurtured by teacher Hong Jun from birth, who transmitted to me supreme divine skills. As a result, my cultivation advanced extremely swiftly, and within just fifty years, I had already reached the Realm of Heavenly Dao Saint. At this time, however, the Earth Immortal Realm was still in unparalleled chaos, with no vegetation growing, and earth, water, wind, and fire in disorder, the chaotic aura overflowing.

Teacher Hong Jun thus settled earth, water, wind, and fire, and sealed off the Earth Immortal Realm with the Heavenly Dao Laws.

I received a life seed from teacher Hong Jun and planted it at the central position of the Earth Immortal Realm, which then engendered vitality and gave birth to vegetation. After another ten years had passed, demon beasts also emerged. Seeing these demon beasts survive through the survival of the fittest, I couldn’t bear it and thus transformed them one by one, imparting divine skill spells, so they could subsist without slaughtering each other.

As the demon beasts’ spiritual intelligence gradually awakened, they revered me as ’the Supreme Heavenly Mother’.

Later, I fashioned humans from clay, but always felt that creating humans from clay was too slow, and the people created were all identical in appearance and stature, making it difficult to distinguish between them. Thus, I scooped up the Heaven-Opening Green Vine and stirred the clay, infusing it with the essence of life, creating many different people. I taught them divine skills, allowing them to cultivate and attain eternal life. Among them emerged a genius named Cangjie, who created characters that enabled the Human Race’s spiritual awakening.

Humans and demons coexisted harmoniously, without slaughter or strife... Seeing my offspring able to interact in such a manner filled me with deep gratification.

At that time, a Green Lotus realized the Immortal Dao, spreading vegetation, making the entire Earth Immortal Realm crisp and colorful. He was revered as the God of the Four Seasons, and was called the Green Emperor by the members of the Demon Tribe, his name being Ling Weiyang.

Another genius appeared, named Fuxi, who shared my humanoid serpent form. He had extraordinary talent and deduced the Innate Eight Trigrams, even surpassing me, to the extent that I felt he even surpassed our teacher in calculating trails. He suddenly told me that both I and all beings were destined for a great calamity.

I asked him how to resolve it, and he entered the void deep within, arranged the Eight Trigrams, deduced through eternity, and ultimately died abruptly, but left behind the River Map and Luo Book as a warning to the world.

It was the day of Fuxi’s death that the firmament was torn apart, and endless Chaos Heaven Demons slaughtered their way into the Earth Immortal Realm.

Among these there were actually five beings at the Realm of Heavenly Dao Saint; they massacred the living beings without a hint of compassion, devastating the Earth Immortal Realm.

I finally couldn’t bear it any longer—how could I tolerate them harming my offspring? I had to unleash a massacre!

Ling Weiyang had already gathered a group of expert warriors from the Demon Tribe desperately holding on, while I initially didn’t want to kill and had negotiated with these devils. But my mercy resulted in the deaths of countless of my offspring!

In fury, I unleashed my divine skills and killed five Heavenly Dao Saints among the Heavenly Demons, but the battle did not end there.

More Chaos Heaven Demons surged into the Earth Immortal Realm, causing devastation and leaving the ground scorched and mountains of bones, with rivers of blood flowing.

In my heart, there was only one thought—kill!!!

Kill these demons, protect my offspring, protect my homeland.

Battle after battle, I do not know how many heroes, how many brave warriors fell, dying to protect their homeland...

When I went to seek help from my teacher with tears, the teacher was stabilizing earth, water, wind, and fire, and could not extract himself. If he intervened rashly, the Earth Immortal Realm which had long been suppressed by earth, water, wind, and fire might burst open alive, thus the teacher gave me a Qiankun Cauldron. I found the Five-Colored Divine Stone from the opening of the heavens, and melted them in the Qiankun Cauldron.

When I returned to the Earth Immortal Realm, I found the little monkey was injured, so I sent him into the Mountain and Rivers Sheji Map. Fuxi had said that someone would come to save him later, he was not in grave danger.

After I killed three more Heavenly Dao Saint Realm fiends, to prevent more Heavenly Demons from entering the Earth Immortal Realm through the torn heavens, I melted my essence blood and primordial spirit into the Five-colored stone. I must—sacrifice myself to mend the heavens!

As I flew up into the sky, I saw the land had turned to scorched earth, the living beings in dire straits, and I couldn’t help but shed tears, the tears that flowed... were actually my heart’s blood.

I melted my body and primordial spirit into the Five-Colored Divine Stone, and finally mended the shattered firmament. Those devils could no longer enter... but I knew that in 129,600 years, the living beings would face another Immeasurable Calamity.

"Goddess Nuwa, please stay with us, do not abandon us."

"Heavenly Mother... please don’t leave!"

My dear descendants, my people, how could I bear to leave you? But I had no choice, it was the mandate of heaven.

Even the usually strong Phoenix couldn’t help but start crying... How could I leave you?

A fragment of my soul was interred within the Ancient Tomb, and I began to lose my way, forgetting who I was.

I fluctuated between wakefulness and sleep, befuddled and disoriented.

The masses grew numb, forgetting the blood and tears of their ancestors, even betraying their country for minor gains, insulting their forebears for actors dolled up to amuse.

The prosperity of a flourishing era made them forget their ancestors’ sorrow, their centuries of resistance, their achievements, instead denying them...

My heart ached—why were you all so numb? Were you truly my descendants? Why should Goddess Nuwa disdain you!

For mere benefits, for amusing actors, to humiliate those who brought them glory and wealth...

Perhaps the arrival of the Immeasurable Calamity would awaken them, help them realize who provided their current lives. I did not seek to celebrate my own achievements but felt sorrow for them. My children, how can you console my spirit in heaven? How can you let me rest in peace under the Yellow Springs!

When I was lucid, the remnants of Xiao Zhou and Xiao Dong awoke too, and they suddenly told me of their sadness. They had devoted their lives to the welfare of the common folk, tirelessly toiling, yet they felt content because many still remembered and praised their deeds, moved to tears by their past actions.

I merely smiled, telling them that their actions would be remembered for a lifetime, how arduous the eight-hundred-year war had been...

I saw my child emerge from the Five-Colored Stone; I knew that Yuan Hong, that little monkey, could be saved.

Watching the child joyfully live, singing the naïve nursery rhyme about elephants dancing and monkeys climbing trees, I suddenly felt happy... But I discovered that many divinities began to fight, intending to use my child as a pawn. My child, how can I help you? I am helpless!

Fortunately, my child received help from a teacher and slowly grew up.

I was very pleased with the child named Zixia, and with Green Snake, and even with the icy Xuan Ming...

Seeing so many people loving you, respecting you, willing to sacrifice everything for you, I found peace.

Lately, my days of confusion have grown longer; sometimes, I can only stay lucid for a moment, and in that moment, I just want to see if my child is doing well.

Finally, the heavens were torn apart once more!

They aimed to harm my child.

I summoned all the heroic spirits within the Ancient Tomb, merging them into one to exert our last strength, to mend the heavens.

I’m sorry... After you’ve died and couldn’t find peace, you still had to make another silent sacrifice, even though you had forgotten your own names, yet you hadn’t forgotten our homeland.

"Goddess, it’s alright, you need not blame yourself, we are willing to give."

"We were born to protect our homeland, thank you, Goddess."

...

As I mended the heavens, they spoke to me, and I was greatly comforted.

The heavens, finally, slowly closed.

Upon looking back, that child named Xuan Ming had already perished. My child, are you destined to be alone? Child, I hope you can be strong, fight for the honor of our ancestors, fight for our homeland.

This may be my last glance at you...

I, am Nuwa!

I, am without regrets! (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)