"Then... what about friends who didn't send me similar gifts?" Ai Cao asked hesitantly.

She was a little worried about Xia Moli.

Although Xia Moli eventually returned to her hometown, this also meant that she did not give Ai Cao an "anchor point in the world".

Nuwa asked with a smile, "Aren't they all here?"

She raised her finger and lazily pointed to the head of the mugwort: "There's a spiritual imprint here. It looks like your friends used it to locate you—how touching."

Her words conveyed an inscrutable mix of joy and anger.

But the female protagonists listening in were a little nervous.

“A spiritual imprint?” Ai Cao thought for a moment. “I don’t remember it.”

If I had to pinpoint it, it was only the female robot that led her to an unfamiliar building...

Xia Moli said, "It won't harm you at all, and it can even help you expand your mental power in the future." Her voice was dry, "But looking at it now, there's no need to expand it... It's fine as it is..."

Because they dared not look directly at God.

Even if they knew she was Nuwa, they dared not look her in the eye.

The sheer pressure emanating from her, and her complex mental shell, were enough to shatter their prying eyes.

When they talked about killing gods, they were just using it as a habit. Besides, the one who could kill gods wasn't them, it was Sword Eight. That's why they spoke so casually back then.

Now that the Eight Swords are gone, Nuwa's spiritual power recklessly penetrates the objects they inhabit and etches itself into their minds.

Only the mugwort knows nothing.

Because her mental strength is only D.

Artemisia blinked innocently.

Nuwa asked, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Artemisia thought about it carefully.

She asked, "Can I connect all these worlds? I have a bridge that can connect to other small worlds."

Ai Cao's bright eyes were full of ambition: "I want to unite all the women in the little world."

She has already tasted the power of this world.

She wanted more power.