It took four years for the mugwort to grow.
She painted the Jiang tribe's patterns on every continent in the world.
Nuwa has used that Mother Goddess Stone to mend the sky. Now, the sky no longer drops debris at will.
She also personally guarded that pillar that supported the sky.
With Nuwa overseeing things, there haven't been any natural disasters in these four years.
Every year the weather is favorable, and all kinds of plants flourish.
After several years of struggle, the mugwort is now taller, darker, and stronger than it was four years ago.
Only when she sees and touches her own body does she truly realize once again that this is her own world.
She was no longer a data entity from the system space, but a real person.
The mugwort swept across the world like the wind, and after several years of steady adjustments, she built cities and firmly engraved the foundations of the matriarchal clan in the hearts of women.
When she felt that the world was at peace and she had nothing left to do, she came to Nuwa's side once again.
Nuwa patched up the sky, but had nothing else to do. Lately, she had taken to sunbathing, her long snake tail hanging from a pillar, only the tip touching the ground, as she lazily leaned against the pillar and dozed off.
As soon as the mugwort came near, she slowly opened her half-closed eyes.
Nuwa asked, "What's wrong?"
Artemisia thought for a moment.
She asked, "What is a system? Why did I enter the system space when I jumped into the hole in the sky?"
Nuwa's eyes widened slightly. She stopped basking in the sun, climbed up the pillar, and came to the mugwort.
Why do you ask that?
“Because… I have nothing left to do in this world,” said Artemisia.
She even made arrangements for her funeral.
When she abdicates, another strong and intelligent girl will take her place. Even if some in the tribe may not approve, she believes that girl will be able to handle it smoothly.
So Ai Cao decided that after the world had stabilized, she would go to Nuwa again and ask about herself.
Nuwa smiled knowingly. Unlike their previous interactions, her voice was exceptionally gentle this time.
Nuwa said, "The system is a kind of energy." She casually pinched a ball of water, which then dispersed, and frowned in distress.
"That hole in the sky was caused by external energy." Nuwa pinched two clumps of earth together and enthusiastically demonstrated it to Ai Cao.
The two clods of earth brushed against each other—even though Nuwa had packed them very tightly, some bits of earth still fell off their outermost layer.
“It’s like these two lumps of soil. As long as the two energies come into contact, even a small contact, it will leave a wound on them,” Nuwa said. “That hole is the wound.”
She shrugged and said, "I love this world that I created, so I stopped here to fix this hole. But I never expected that the hole would get bigger and bigger, and that it would even start crumbling."
“What’s worse is that the sky—the bottom layer of protection I use to protect myself and the world—is also shrinking.”
"So I can only hold up the sky with one hand and pick up stones with the other," Nuwa said with a smile. "If it weren't for this pillar supporting the sky, I wouldn't be able to spare the time to take that five-colored stone to mend the sky."
"As for the system..."
“I am an all-knowing and all-powerful god,” Nuwa waved her hand. “Of course I know what’s on the other side of the cave. But if I let even a little bit of my breath through, that small ball of energy will run away. And the large ball of energy it’s connected to will run away too.”
"I didn't move."
“But I saw you before you first came here,” Nuwa said, “because you are very… resilient.”
Her beastly eyes looked at the mugwort calmly.
“I knew when that soul entered this world, since you referred to him as the ‘male protagonist,’” Nuwa said.
"...Then why didn't you stop him?" Ai Cao asked.
Although it was a question, there was no resentment in her words. She was just a little confused—after all, according to Nuwa, she should care a lot about this world.
Nuwa laughed: "First, I don't have time to spare; second... if the person I create can't even defeat a soul, then it's better for them to just die."
Artemisia can neither agree nor disagree.
If this world weren't her world, if she didn't have those beautiful memories.
Then she would agree with Nuwa's statement.
But... she has those memories. She has already experienced the pain of betrayal by her own family once, and she doesn't want to go through it a second time.
She didn't want to see them die either.
Fortunately, the past is the past.
Ai Cao thought for a moment and asked, "You're saying my pendant is yours?"
“It is mine,” Nuwa said. “I did not create it, but the power it possesses comes from me.”
She winked and grinned, "When I said it was mine, it wasn't exactly a lie. The little boy with the sword knows that too."
After listening to the sounds in the pendant for a while, Sword Eight suddenly appeared, tilted its head back, and said, "My name is Sword Eight! Not some little kid who uses a sword!"
Nuwa smiled and nodded: "Yes, little one who uses a sword."
Sword Eight disappeared again, retreating back into its pendant and becoming reclusive.
At that time, Nuwa was trapped by the heavens. If she were to risk her life, she would be confident that she could kill Nuwa. But now that Nuwa has recovered, even if she were to risk her life, she would not be confident that she could blind Nuwa in one eye.
She could only sulk in silence.
As Ai Cao watched the Eight Swords appear and disappear, she asked Nuwa, "Do you know... what use these gifts I received are?"
Nuwa glanced at them with a hint of curiosity, then resumed her lazy demeanor: "Your little friends. These are the anchor points for their world; just keep them safe."
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