The Otherworldly God

Chapter 452

At first, Nuwa sat on the ground and kneaded the clay figures one by one. The clay figures she kneaded all looked similar to Le Zheng Yuhua. However, she felt that many people looked similar. Maybe one of the seven original gods also looked like this? After all, Nuwa had never seen him before, so she didn't think it was herself.

In this way, she made a group of clay figures, some big, some small, and other images, which were also very delicate and vivid.

There was a child next to her who couldn't tell the boy from the girl. He also helped to make the figurines, but he made a few ugly ones.

Nuwa smiled, picked up a ball of mud, and threw it wantonly. Different from the previous clay figures, some were fat, some were thin, some were ugly, some were beautiful... Unfortunately, her clay figures were only moving clay figures, they could run and jump, but they had no mind.

Le Zheng Yuhua bowed and greeted them, but unfortunately they did not respond, as if they could neither hear nor see. He thought that if this was a memory, then it was normal.

Now, he could only watch from the sidelines, feeling helpless and helpless.

Yue Zhengyuhua sat on the boulder and found that the Lycoris radiata had reappeared. It was not growing on the stone, but like a work of art in a crystal ball.

Le Zheng Yuhua stretched out his hand and was about to poke it, but it suddenly turned into a man wearing a pair of black gloves. Le Zheng Yuhua couldn't help but be startled: "Li Su?"

When Li Su saw these clay figures, he couldn't help but like them. He saw that Nuwa and the others felt sorry for the fact that the clay figures had no intelligence and even wanted to destroy them. Li Su hurriedly stopped them and shared his spiritual power with them. Then some of the clay figures became intelligent.

Seeing this, the other one also tried to share her spiritual power with them, but failed. Finally, with the help of Li Su, she finally made her clay figurine regain consciousness.

At this time, other original gods also appeared from nowhere and came over.

Le Zheng Yuhua looked at them. She was here too, yet she felt out of place.

Seeing this, the other original gods also thought that they should add some interesting things to the world, so clay figures and other animals with their spiritual power were born. There were all kinds of sounds between heaven and earth, and they were only happy, but they didn't know that a catastrophe was coming.

Listening to them vying to show that their clay figures were better and stronger, Le Zheng Yuhua couldn't help but frown, remembering that Mu Xin and the others had once mentioned that there was a war between the Seven Original Gods. At this moment, Le Zheng Yuhua seemed to see the signs and reasons.

Different spiritual powers gave rise to different races, and the seven original races that laid the foundation of the world were finally divided clearly.

The clay figures that possessed the power of heaven and earth were divided into gods and demons. Nuwa was only responsible for kneading the clay. She had also stopped them from dividing their spiritual power. It seemed that she had already sensed something and felt vaguely uneasy.

Those who possess the power of Qianji and Prajna are the flower elves and demons; those who possess the power of Lisu are the ghosts, those who possess the power of Hehuan are the humans, and those who possess the power of dragons are the dragons.

They each believed in their own god, calling them the Seven Saints, among whom Nuwa was called the Mother Goddess.

Different beliefs caused conflicts between ethnic groups. In order to protect their own ethnic groups, the Six Saints fought on behalf of different ethnic groups.

Among them, Qiankun has split personality, Qiankun sword is also divided into two, one is the god, the other is the devil, representing the gods and demons; the dragon clan represents the dragon clan, Hehuan leads the largest human clan, Prajna leads the monster clan, Qianji leads the elves clan. Li Su and his few clans do not like these wars, not to mention that he gave the clay man a soul, so he hid in the dark ghost cave.

Nuwa stood beside the boulder, watching the world turn pale, corpses strewn across the ground, and then looked at the cracks and missing parts on the boulder, which were originally one. She knew that if things continued like this, the world would be destroyed by the hands of the Seven Saints.

She advised them and explained the reason. The Seven Saints were the foundation of heaven and earth, and now the Seven Clans were also the foundation of heaven and earth. It was arranged by fate. Those who tried to destroy each other wanted to destroy heaven and earth, which was self-destruction.

Unfortunately, Nuwa’s persuasion was unsuccessful. She was sad about the current state of the world, but didn’t know what to do.

Le Zheng Yuhua could only watch history happen again, but he was powerless to do anything. Although he already knew the origins of the Heavenly God Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword, it was ridiculous that it was due to schizophrenia.

He didn't want to watch any more. The cruelty of war was so shocking, but he couldn't leave.

Working day and night, without the need to eat, drink, defecate, urinate or sleep, Le Zheng Yuhua was not sure whether the time that belonged to him had passed. Would one day in the mountains be equivalent to a hundred years on earth?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. I wanted to jump into the water directly, thinking that it was just a memory and I wouldn't die if I tried.

Just when he was about to leave, Nuwa said, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Le Zheng Yuhua was startled, and turned back to see her staring at him, "You... can see me?"

"I remember you called me Nuwa, right?"

She could actually see and hear, so it was no wonder that the clay figures resembled him. They were indeed similar to him, but why did she pretend nothing happened?

"You can see me and hear me, so why don't you say anything?"

"I can see that you don't belong here, and they can't see or hear you. I think it's the right thing to do to not have any contact with you."

"In that case, why are you talking to me now?"

"I really don't know what to do. I don't want to fight them, but I can't just watch this place die. We are a whole, and no matter who wins, we lose."

"All ethnic groups in the world come from the same source."

"That's right. I see that you are very familiar with us, so you must know what's going on here. So, please help me, what should I do?"

Looking at her eager eyes, Le Zheng Yuhua frowned. It was not the first time for him to go back to the past. If he really went back to the past this time, his every word and action might change the future.

Last time, he was just an insignificant person in the vast crowd, which was not a big deal, as it only added some memories to some people. But now it is different, he is just the "eighth person".

"I'm just an ordinary person, I can't help you."

Nuwa saw that he really had something to hide, so she looked into the distance, as if she could see blood splattering. She couldn't help but close her eyes and take a deep breath.

“Have you ever seen death?”

“I’ve seen it, and I’ve experienced it.”

"You said you were just an ordinary person, but that's not the case. I see that your bones and meridians are similar to ours, so you must have some abilities, but you are confused inside."

“Is my heart lost?”

Nuwa thought for a moment and then said, "Le Zheng Yuhua, if you have your difficulties, I can help you find the solution. If I have my difficulties, are you willing to help me find the solution?"

Le Zheng Yuhua narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking that she was Nuwa, the mother of all gods, possessing the most powerful healing skills, and the only Jiuli artifact they could not get, the Seven-Colored Pot. She was also the original god who created all the tribes. These identities were enough to make Le Zheng Yuhua think about whether she could help Mu Xin.

So, Le Zheng Yuhua hesitated.