Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 629 - 581

In reality, there are countless universal laws. Some benefit humanity, while others bring them torment. The Da Xuan Dynasty had achieved the pinnacle of technological civilization, exploring and utilizing the natural laws of Otherworldly Dust. But, as the Yellow Immortal said, no matter how proud the Da Xuan Dynasty was, it was simply because they discovered and utilized dark matter without knowing where it came from or who created it…

Humanity merely learned how to use tools, but never truly understood where these "tools" came from.

The dimensional erosion that caused great suffering to the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins was just one kind of universal law. This particular law inflicted tremendous harm on humanity, like a sky with a missing piece, where relentless floods poured onto the mortal world, swallowing all beings on earth. Only those who hid within the Nuwa God Ends formed by the seeds of Nuwa Divine Mother's soul were like being on an ark, temporarily shielded from the calamity.

So, the humans of Nuwa's lineage were fortunate.

They lived under Nuwa's immensely friendly law to humanity, in a relatively peaceful environment. But it was akin to an ark adrift in a boundless sea of waves, an ark that could be destroyed or decay one day. When that day came, humanity would face the terrifying cataclysms of Otherworldly Dust. This was also why that day would come, as the world was virtual.

In fact, the ancestors of the surviving humans in the entire Cang Chu Divine Realm had all experienced that day, although their accounts differed.

Some said their ark sank, and they had to swim to an isolated island to survive. Others said their continent bordered on a dimension filled with terrifying creatures. Some discovered alien civilizations invading their world through technology. Each lineage of the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins had different tales, and various versions of the legend of Nuwa mending the sky.

Before, while guarding the Soul Nesting Wood, Wu Hen joked that if the Soul Nesting Wood eventually grew into a Nuwa Divine Tree, the souls guided into this Nuwa Divine Tree would propagate a vast nation. This nation might pass down a legend of two men and one woman creating heaven and earth, cleansing evil spirits, and founding a tranquil world for them.

In the heritage of the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins, Nuwa mending the sky existed. But what was it really like? It was hard to verify. However, the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins now had to face the same question: The sky had a breach, who would mend it?

"Have you all actually discussed this?" Wu Hen finally asked.

"Three hundred years ago, there was a powerful lineage of Nuwa. They nearly stood at the top of the Cang Chu Divine Realm. They refused to become Heaven Menders, so they poisoned the leaders of the major human clans, aiming to become the sole rulers of the Cang Chu Divine Realm… Since then, the Nuwa lineage became targets, like rats on the street." The man in Black Gnomon Robe said.

"I should thank you for clearing up my years of doubts. But if you could tell me how the dinosaurs went extinct, I'd be even happier." Wu Hen said.

"And what's your choice? To oppose us Cang Chu again, making sure the Nuwa lineage remains low-class forever, or to fulfill your mission and become the respected Heaven Menders of the Cang Chu? I'm not one to play with idle rhetoric. In fact, we could honor you, reveal the truth, and let you willingly undertake this task in the respect of all races. But three hundred years ago, our ancestors did that. In my view, it's better to tell you the facts and let you decide." The man in Black Gnomon Robe said.

"What if I refuse?" Wu Hen asked.

"That's simple. You, being a Black Immortal, with so many low-class human vassals, could select one of these vassals to mend the sky. The Heaven Ritual must be performed. Without a sacrificial offering, how can we explain to our ancestors and descendants?" The man in Black Gnomon Robe said with a smile.

If the lineage of Nuwa did not go, a human clan would be chosen.

"The Divine Mother Nuwa is gone. The sky must be mended. Without divine stones or gods, humans' flesh will fill the gap. A hundred years is a hundred years."

"Of course, if any human warrior volunteers to go to the sky and find the source of the breach, that would be ideal. We would hold them and their descendants in the highest respect."

The man in Black Gnomon Robe didn't embellish the ritual with mystical allure as the capitalist immortals did. He simply stated the facts, revealing indifferently to the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins the source of their suffering, and that the mending ritual must continue, even if the Human Clan of the Cang Chu Divine Realm dwindled to a few. This ritual must be passed down, with someone always being chosen…

The Nuwa lineage could abstain.

Given their current strength, the Nuwa lineage was considered above average within the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins.

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Yet, the Nuwa lineage had to choose a human clan.

"We refuse to choose." Wu Hen also stood firm.

"That's not up to you. The Da Xuan philosophy isn't about equal freedom." The man in Black Gnomon Robe said.

Cold-blooded Woman Cailan, evidently aligned with the Da Xuan Royal Family on this matter, signaled Wu Hen that he had to make a choice.

The Nuwa lineage could abstain, but they had to select a scapegoat.