Nuwa was even more shocked and looked at Yao, not recognizing him at all.

But she actually knew herself very well, as if she had watched her growth from beginning to end!

who is she! ?

"Oh, prehistoric."

A hint of disdain flashed across his eyes as he continued, "I asked you to think about your own path and find your own way. Otherwise, even if I help you reverse the effects of the medicine and rebuild your foundation, I'll just be helping a useless person. Think it through yourself and then talk to me."

Nuwa nodded slightly and said no more.

She could hear the impatience in Yao's voice.

It was obvious that she was still quite wary of herself.

Of course Yao is on guard!

She has seen so much!

She reversed fate, recreated the catastrophe of the Conferred Gods, and pulled Li Qing back from the long river of time. Everything in between was what she had experienced.

During this period, the relationship between Emperor Xin and Nuwa was too complicated.

Although Li Qing is the leader now, no one knows whether these two will get close to each other in the future!

She is not one of those women who just accept things as they come!

She can pretend that Li Qing's previous events, and the love-hate relationship with the ants in the ancient world, never existed.

But after Li Qing woke up, there could be no other women.

She said it!

Li Qing raised his hand and touched his beard, pretending that he heard nothing.

Nuwa lowered her brows and began to think about what her own way was.

It’s been too long, really too long.

It had been too long since she had thought about what the Tao was.

Ever since she created human beings and gained merit, and attained enlightenment and became a saint, she has never truly and peacefully realized the truth again.

Or perhaps, she thought that her path had been perfected.

That is nature. In the vast universe, unless Heaven tells her otherwise, she doesn't care about anything and doesn't ask about anything.

But nature, obviously, is not the Tao.

Because Tao can be nature, but nature is not Tao.

And now, I think about it again, the memories of the ancient times.

Her path is completely blurry!

"What is my Tao?"

Nuwa whispered to herself softly, with infinite confusion.