"Ding... your believer Goddess Feng Qingxue has prepared herself for sacrifice, triggering a ten-thousand-fold amplification. Congratulations on obtaining a Seven-Star Nuwa Goddess — [Feng Qingxue]"
[Name]: Feng Qingxue
[Attribute]: Nether, Creation
[Race]: Nu Wa
"Huh... the Nether Element?"
Liu Che was somewhat surprised. He'd assumed the entire Nuwa clan would fall under the Creation system, but he hadn't expected a girl with such thin blood to carry attributes entirely her own.
Nether department.
Now that was interesting.
Though her strength hadn't yet broken through to the god stage, she was still well worth cultivating properly.
Feng Qingxue had expected to appear directly at the Temple of Eternity.
Instead, she found herself in the underworld.
"This... where am I..."
While Feng Qingxue stood confused and at a loss, a flash of red light cut across the sky — and the sword spirit Hongyu appeared before her.
"Hehe, Sister Xiaoxue. Sister, I'm here. The gods arranged for you to come here on an errand. Do you want to reincarnate your brother?"
"Hongyu, I—"
"It's okay, don't be afraid! The gods are very merciful. Though you can't directly resurrect Feng Guangmo, our other sisters can help with that."
Seeing that Feng Qingxue was a little nervous, Hongyu immediately moved to comfort her, then explained things patiently: "If Feng Guangmo is resurrected, his soul would need to be nourished in this land of hell for a full one hundred and ten hours.
However, if reincarnation is chosen instead, it will serve him well in the future."
"Will my brother still remember me?"
"Yes, you just need to speak with Master Liu Ning here."
"Huh... then let my brother reincarnate..."
Since reincarnation would be good for her brother in the future, Feng Qingxue was satisfied with that arrangement.
The two then made their way to the heart of the underworld, where they met the goddess of the underworld.
Liu Ning.
The other party was admiring the flowers at that moment, and she seemed genuinely pleased to see them arrive.
"Pay respects to Master Liu Ning!"
The two women bowed deeply, expressions sincere.
Liu Ning stretched out her hand slightly, and two seats materialized before them.
"Sit. I know your purpose — give me your soul."
"Yes, my lord."
Feng Qingxue handed Liu Ning the remnant of Feng Guangmo's soul, wrapped in cloth.
Liu Ning glanced at it, knowing full well the cause and effect, and shook her head with a sigh: "No wonder the Soul-Suppressing Envoy sent a young man out for such a crime just now. Truly earned..."
Feng Guangmo's soul was wrapped in flowers by her hand and sent into reincarnation.
"Hey... is Han Yunxi being punished here?"
"No — it's the area behind you."
Feng Qingxue turned to look, and in the distance she saw a dark tower reaching straight toward the heavens. She only glanced at it before turning away.
Because within it, countless souls were being punished.
It was more than she could bear to witness.
Liu Ning lifted her teacup and poured a cup of tea brewed from flowers of the opposite shore, offering it to the two of them with a soft voice: "You needn't feel sadness. Sinners must atone for their sins, or those who have died — or those who betrayed the gods — will never understand their crimes."
"Yes."
The red jade beside her took a sip of the fragrant tea and her eyes lit up.
This tea was delicious.
Beyond the richness, it could also stir up feelings of happiness.
Truly excellent tea.