"All things return to their origin—"
The girl with the unicorn murmured softly.
As if the sky were collapsing, a massive amount of blue liquid poured down.
This is not ordinary rainwater.
Instead, it is the Weak Water, which contains great magical power.
Even a goose feather cannot float on it; the Weak Water is so cold it corrodes the bones and extinguishes the soul!
Although it is not as powerful as the mythical Milky Way and Weak Water, it is sufficient to deal with some minor cultivators at or below the Nascent Soul stage.
Countless cultivators didn't even have a chance to call for help before they were instantly dissolved.
The Golden Core cultivator struggled for a few seconds before also dissolving.
Only those at the Nascent Soul stage or above can float in the Weak Water for a short while.
The leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect cried out, "Help!"
Several other elders also suffered an undeserved calamity; they were cultivating peacefully in their caves when suddenly the sky collapsed.
But it was no use; the weak water buried it and dissolved it.
As if he had crushed a few ants, Murong Fu showed no change in expression.
The girl with the unicorn-like appearance remained calm.
Since she could remember, humans have come and gone, just like the chives in the field, and there is nothing to pity about them.
Only Zhao Ling'er had tears in her eyes.
Why are you crying?
The girl with the unicorn turned to Zhao Ling'er and asked.
"I don't know either." Tears streamed down Zhao Ling'er's face. "Watching them die is like seeing my people, my flesh and blood, vanish."
"strangeness."
The girl with the unicorn muttered to herself.
Nangong Wan was also surprised. Although she felt that killing tens of thousands of cultivators was somewhat cruel, she would at most frown and would not cry like Zhao Ling'er.
Murong Fu smiled and explained, "Ling'er is a descendant of Nuwa. All living beings in this world were created by Nuwa. It's instinctive for her to feel sad, so it's not surprising."
"A descendant of Nuwa?" Nangong Wan asked, somewhat puzzled.
"A descendant of Nuwa!"
The Qilin girl was shocked. "No wonder I smelled a familiar scent on you. You are a descendant of Nuwa!"
"A descendant of Nuwa?"
Zhao Ling'er scratched her head, also puzzled.
"Don't you sometimes transform into a human body with a snake tail?" Murong Fu said. "That's Nuwa's form, which greatly increases combat power."
Zhao Ling'er nodded as if she understood, then closed her eyes to sense Nuwa's form.
A snake's tail emerged.
At the same time, her aura became holy and compassionate, as if Mother Earth were watching over all living beings.
"They really are descendants of Nuwa!"
The Qilin girl looked at Zhao Ling'er in surprise.
Zhao Ling'er's eyes were earthy yellow, the color of the earth, and the phantom of the Holy Spirit Pearl flickered between her brows. This was because she was a descendant of Nuwa who borrowed the power of the Five Spirit Pearls from the void.
Murong Fu said, "Alright, you can turn back into human form now."
Zhao Ling'er nodded gently and transformed back into human form.
During their conversation, Ruoshui had already finished washing the floor.
The area within a thousand miles of the Ghost Spirit Gate became a blank space, and all living beings were wiped out.
The Qilin girl waved her hand, and Ruoshui transformed into a small, light blue bird that flew to her shoulder, which she then swallowed whole.
"My lord, this Weak Water is a remnant from when Nuwa mended the sky, which I have now subdued," the Qilin girl explained.
Nangong Wan asked in shock, "Spirit Lord, have you met the Goddess Nuwa?"
"We, the divine beast race, have existed since the birth of heaven and earth." The Qilin girl nodded first, then shook her head:
"But in ancient times I did not have intelligence and acted entirely on instinct. I only had the image of the goddess Nuwa deep in my memory."
"That's still amazing!"
Nangong Wan now understood the true value of divine beasts.
Even if a human reaches the Nascent Soul stage, they can only live for a thousand years.
The ancient times were tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years ago.
They are not comparable.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Murong Fu waved his hand, changed the subject, and casually put his arm around Nangong Wan's slender waist, saying affectionately, "Wan'er, marry me."
"ah?"
Nangong Wan was somewhat bewildered.
I just attended Murong Fu and Hong Fu's wedding a few days ago, and now it's her turn?
"You're unwilling?" Murong Fu's expression turned sad. "Consider it as if my sincere feelings were misplaced."
"Uh... no, that's not it."
Nangong Wan quickly shook her head and waved her hands, "What I mean is, it's too rushed!"
"I see." Murong Fu nodded with a smile and said, "In that case, how about we get married tomorrow? I'll give you a day to prepare."
"..."
Nangong Wan was somewhat stunned and speechless, yet her heart was pounding.
Murong Fu, a male cultivator of such high quality, has no flaws except for being slightly promiscuous.
How could she not be tempted?
"Let's stamp it first, just in case you regret it."
As Murong Fu spoke, he kissed her.
Nangong Wan was stunned; this was her first kiss.
A kiss that lasts forever.
She finally let go when even she, a dignified Golden Core cultivator, was struggling to breathe.
"Wan'er, you are so beautiful." Murong Fu's eyes were only on Nangong Wan.
He really loves her.
Murong Fu's love is pure; he loves any beautiful woman with naivety.
It contains absolutely no impurities.
Nangong Wan blushed and lowered her head. Although she was over three hundred years old, she still looked as shy as a young girl of sixteen or seventeen.
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