Chapter 951 Finding the Cause and Finding the Fruit
But fifty thousand years ago, the Lord God came to this chaotic and desolate world...
Qingwu felt that her consciousness was like a rootless duckweed, shuttling in endless space.
After an unknown amount of time, she bumped into something and her mind gradually became clear.
Then, she was stunned and subconsciously moved closer to the other party.
This breath...
She wouldn't admit it.
She tried hard to open her eyes, but found...she seemed to be blind?
Otherwise, why can't I see anything?
But then she discovered that she was not blind, but she could not control her body. Now she had no sense of consciousness and could only feel the outside world through spiritual power.
Now she couldn't help but keep approaching that very familiar person.
...with a rolling one.
Then, feeling the other person gently brushing her away, she moved closer again, persevering, over and over again.
To be honest, it's a bit shameless.
Qingwu: "..."
She discovered that she seemed to be a very small one now. She didn't know what it was, but she liked to get close to that person.
The Lord God, who was dressed in dustless white clothes and had an unparalleled appearance, looked down at the green dumplings rolling on the grass. There was no ripple in his blue eyes, and everything was empty.
When she rolled to his side again, he stretched out his long index finger and pressed it against her small body to stop her.
The intimacy was interrupted, and she seemed to have a little emotion. She turned around twice unhappily, and then tried to move forward against his fingers.
Qingwu, who realized what stupid move he had made, wanted to cover his face.
But when he thought that it was his own man, he felt relieved after some self-hypnosis.
Later, after getting along with each other for a period of time, she found that the other party did not like to talk. She jumped up and down to make her presence felt in front of him, without causing him to say a word.
The whole world is too quiet.
If it weren't for the familiar cold breath, she would have thought she was the only one in this space.
And he even left without saying a word during this period. The aura of liking suddenly disappeared, the green light dumpling was rolling east and west in despair, and the light on his body dimmed a lot.
I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, I felt a pair of slightly cold hands holding her up.
He's back.
Realizing this, she rolled in his hand comfortably and happily, and then rubbed his slender fingers with clear joints affectionately.
Time flies by, hundreds of years later.
The Lord God looked at the little guy who habitually rolled towards him, and pursed his thin red lips. After watching for a while, he asked without emotion: "When can I transform?"
His voice seemed to contain some kind of great power, it was clear and sweet. Qingwu felt refreshed when he heard him speak for the first time.
But after hearing his words clearly, she was slightly stunned.
Transformation?
Forehead.
It turns out that she is really in a state of not yet transformed.
She felt that she was still far from being transformed. She was absorbing spiritual power every moment, but she always felt that it was not enough, like a bottomless pit, which brought an unspeakable resistance to her cultivation.
Until one day, she felt something was wrong with her body. The powerful spiritual power contained in her body began to stir, and her soul felt a sharp pain of being torn apart. At the same time, she felt the pressure from heaven.
At this time, she was like a newborn baby, unable to fight against it.
When her consciousness faded, she fell into a reassuring embrace, and then felt something entering her body, emitting a familiar... cyan light.
Gentle power immediately enveloped her, and the violent spiritual energy calmed down.
After that, her consciousness escaped into endless darkness.
……
There will be a side story about Su Xuan.
(End of chapter)