Tang Meng's thoughts were in motion.

Her mind was instantly in a fog.

Her head was filled with questions like where am I?

Who am I now?

Putting aside how shocking this woman's claimed identity is, let's first talk about the scene before us.

In this lifetime, as soon as I reincarnated, I appeared in a hut, as the Nine Heavens and Earth, experimented on by a mysterious Miaojiang woman?

She was as bewildered as Yudula was back then.

However, she soon recalled that the senior from the Divine Demon Night Banquet had mentioned: reincarnation would lead one to be reborn into a species close to oneself,

which means, logically, I, as the "Nine Heavens and Earth," have been reborn in some era as the "Nine Heavens and Earth."

Her mind raced with thoughts:

"At first, I thought I would be reborn as a flatworm of some era!"

"Kept mutating, becoming the Nine Heavens and Earth; little did I know, I'd directly become the Nine Heavens and Earth from a seemingly mythological world?"

"It means that the Nine Heavens and Earth truly exists."

"No, wait! Perhaps flatworms, such Earth creatures, are inherently descendants of the Taishou, remnants of the Divine Demon era's bloodline, surviving in the End of Dharma era through such a biological form?"

"And so, I happened to research them, using them to return to ancestry, becoming Taishou, then Nine Heavens and Earth?"

She kept pondering, feeling as if surrounded by a shroud of mystery.

From a more inconceivable angle, might it be that her traversing to some space-time means creating Eastern civilization in prehistory?

There wasn't any Nine Heavens and Earth in the world, but because I traveled back in time, it exists now?

Taking a deep breath, her thoughts were in chaos.

"I can only research first, to determine what era this is, whether it's our Earth's prehistoric past in 2020 or a post-future!"

After contemplating, she began to secretly observe the human who claimed to be a descendant of Nuwa.

Her language is similar to Earth's Huaxia language, yet the script is quite ancient glyphs, resembling the Shang Dynasty's oracle bone script.

"The writing, the language, they are only similar, but I've confirmed they're not the same group as us!" she thought to herself.

Then she listened carefully.

This mentioned descendant of Nuwa, still reverent, was worshiping a statue of Nuwa,

"With the advent of the firearm era, the country is in trouble. Never mind the ancient era of gods, even the age of martial arts has begun to decline... Thanks to Gang Leader Fu of Miao Chun Hall's sponsorship, I've come to the New World, and under this care, gained this residence!"

She offered lit incense, placing it on the burner,

"As eras converge, descendants' bloodline thins to the extreme, fortunately, with ancestral blood returning, they can transform back into Nuwa's true form—it must be a gift from heaven that gives me the opportunity to revive the myth."

She held up Tang Meng, a white Taishou-like fungal mass, picked up various foods, continued to feed it, allowing it to grow continuously, "The Nine Heavens and Earth must be cultivated successfully."

Tang Meng was filled with reverence in her heart.

Looks like I've arrived in a special world, an era where mythology has declined.

Cultivate mythical civilizations, reignite the ancient fury of fire, wind, and thunder, and recreate the glory of the ancient Primordial Land!

"Seems like the Divine Demon Night Banquet allows time travelers to arrive at the pivotal destiny of each era." She sensed the holy weight of history, watching this scene quietly as if witnessing a reincarnation CGI animation.

Soon, the descendant of Nuwa left the hut, opened the door, and stepped into a verdant mountain courtyard.

Only then did Tang Meng realize she was atop a great mountain.

The forest flourished, the sun shone in the sky, green grass was lush, giving off a pastoral atmosphere of seclusion, like plucking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence and serenely gazing at the southern mount.

The Miaojiang woman held the Nine Heavens and Earth, undulating her serpent tail, slowly swam to the center of the lawn, raising the divine artifact high in her hand,

Ha!

Tang Meng was stunned as she saw this serpent-tailed human swelling exponentially, rising to over five meters tall in the blink of an eye, transforming into a female giant.

What the hell!

True form of the Ancestral Witch!

Tang Meng was dumbfounded, this is utterly unscientific!

How can a person expand to be a five-meter-tall giant?

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe such ridiculousness!

However, she was vaguely yet exceptionally cunning, as an unbelievable notion slipped through her mind:

Shell people?

Upon closer inspection, it bore intense similarity to the Feathered Serpent God's transformation form.

After all, Tang Meng isn't a fool, if she couldn't think of that, she'd be too dumb,

"If that's the case, the giant form principle of the Ancestral Witch's true form can be understood through scientific principles."

She said, "Then, the Maya Race's shell people are actually a sideline of Nuwa's lineage?"

She once felt that Nuwa and Nuwo had some similarities.

The Maya Race's Angel, with eastern facial features and black hair and eyes, even speaking a language similar to the East, was rather absurd.

The ancestors of the Mayan Civilization might have come from the Eastern Continent.

They were one branch of the Eastern Divine Race during the era of the Eastern gods, who fled to the American Continent, leaving behind the ancient American myths!

Feathered Serpent God...

Might be a branch of the Eastern Dragon Race!

My goodness!

The whole world speaks Chinese. Wait a minute, shouldn't all the world's myths and history originate from the neighboring Universe's number one country?

She suddenly realized, "No, why is everything ours? I might be showing national pride, need to think rationally... I can't let my emotions influence my judgment. Currently, the evidence can only suggest that the Mayan Civilization... might be related to us."

She kept pondering in her heart, shocked yet continued to watch.

Boom!

A giant female figure, taller than the houses behind her.

She stood in the garden before them, radiating a divine aura, as if boundless dao rhythms flowed around her, she spoke softly:

"The Nine Heavens and Earth is soil containing the source of life, growing on its own, never depleting. With this soil, create all living beings, the world shall form its own realm!"

"Open!"

She shouted, cutting Tang Meng's body in half, then further split into ninety-nine parts, tossing them in the field.

Even more bizarre, those white sticky pieces of soil resembled the severed bodies of earthworms, the tentacles of octopuses, continually jumping on the ground, very peculiar.

"Ninety-nine pieces of clay, and now, they should make clay creations."

Fu Qingjun coldly controlled this descendant of Nuwa's body, watching the pieces of clay with calm demeanor, holding a jumping piece of clay, he pressed in the blood of a rooster.

Whoosh.

The entire piece of clay vaguely transformed into the shape of a rooster.

Its whole body squirmed like a balloon, as if something within was bumping around, like a clay doll, gradually molding itself into the image of a rooster.

Fu Qingjun gently tossed it to the ground, and this chicken the size of an ant started struggling, slowly gaining vitality.

"Sure enough, they know the biological properties of my soil, they know how to use it!"

She exclaimed.

She modified the gene of the flatworm, not by adding various gene segments, but by frantically removing gene sequences, turning it into a more refined organism.

Fungal organisms, or rather, viral organisms.

It had turned into an RNA single-strand organism, its genetic structure unstable, capable of rapidly integrating most other organisms' genetic structures to mutate.

Even the structure of the flatworm was removed, becoming a lump of meat paste.

In short, this new type of flatworm organism—the soil—retained the essence of flatworm genes, with most remaining gene segments left blank, awaiting other creatures' gene sequences to integrate and embed.

Only in this way can it be called formless and formless life clay!

It can be called the life-source soil, able to integrate other life sequences, with infinite possibilities.

"Our ambition is immense, the soil is life clay, able to merge endless possibilities! It represents the pinnacle of our Earth's modern RNA structural biotechnology!"

"Previously, we couldn't achieve it, but within the Divine Demon Night Banquet, with the ability to alter the soul structure sequences, it became possible!" she observed the soil's continued fusion and life creation with immense excitement in her heart.

"What is a miracle?"

"The end of science is the miracle!"

"For the ancient humans, our modern lives are miraculous! Transmuting science into gods! Telephones that can communicate over thousands of miles, magical artifact planes that can soar in the sky...."

Perhaps, so-called divine civilization and technological civilization, at their core, share the same destiny.

Soon, under Tang Meng's secret observation.

The descendant of Nuwa astonishingly took pieces of clay, integrating various creatures' blood, sequentially creating chicken, dog, pig, sheep, cow, horse...finally, using clay in the seventh creature, created humans!

"Nuwa's Creation, from the first to the seventh day."

Tang Meng was left astounded, understanding the profound meaning, "She entirely followed the mythological story's sequence of Nuwa creating life, creating everything!"

Various clay creatures took on their most primitive forms and began to squirm.

"So tired."

Nuwa remained silent for a moment, raising a vine whip stained with various fresh bloods.

PAH!!!

She fiercely swung and whipped those clays, surprisingly, each stained with blood began to evolve in shape, a large group of hybrid alien species running around.

She wiped sweat off her brow, gazing at the sky from the garden, "Finally completed, may you recreate the grandeur of civilization in this garden!"

Tang Meng was overwhelmed, a strong sense of pride welled up from his heart.

History will also bear witness to this scene.

Opening the first page of ancient historical mythologies.

The "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Morning Hearing" clearly records an extremely ancient phrase:

"Nuwa, the holy goddess of ancient times, who transforms all things, with a human face and serpent body, ten thousand feet tall, supporting heaven and earth, kneading yellow soil to create all spirits, for lack of time draws a cord through the mud, lifts to make humans."

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