The cave shimmered with immortal radiance, a serene and sacred aura enveloping it, as if it were a paradise on earth. The life essence within was so dense it seemed to liquefy, bathing the space in a vitality so potent that one might feel on the verge of ascending to immortality.
At the center lay a white immortal cocoon, modest in size, its surface glowing with a soft, lustrous sheen. It resembled an egg, small enough for an adult to cradle in their arms. Beneath it, countless fine tendrils extended like the roots of a great tree, burrowing into the earth's veins to draw in the world's purest essence, nourishing the cocoon.
"Good people die young, but scourges linger for millennia. You're one tough bastard to survive this!" The snow-robed woman's red lips parted, her beauty almost otherworldly, yet her words carried a venomous edge. Her praise was laced with mockery, clashing with her ethereal, fairy-like demeanor.
She moved with a light, graceful step, her willowy figure exuding an immortal charm as she glided through the cave's arrays. Remarkably, the formations didn't hinder her, as if they possessed a sentience that recognized her presence.
Her beauty was unparalleled, her bright eyes and radiant smile unmatched in the mortal world. Approaching the cocoon, she studied it closely, or rather, the infant within the egg-like chrysalis.
"Well, well, well, trying to defy the heavens and forge innate divine runes? Quite the ambition!" She clicked her tongue in wonder, circling the cocoon ceaselessly, her lively eyes seeming to pierce through it.
This was a miraculous feat, a groundbreaking endeavor. It was common knowledge that certain beings were born with innate divine abilities, granting them superiority over their peers—a gift bestowed by the heavens, unattainable by effort alone. Yet the being within this cocoon sought to seize that privilege, a feat so astonishing it would shock every clan if known.
Since when could Primordial Beings craft themselves? Are Supreme Techniques now mass-produced?
"Still, it's not quite there. The transformation's too slow—centuries, at this rate," she muttered after observing, frowning at the sluggish process.
Suddenly, a mischievous smile curved her lips. "Lucky you, I just plucked this treasure herb, and it's all yours!"
She produced a herb radiating supreme yang energy, its golden light dazzling, raising the cave's temperature as if a small sun had ignited. The herb was extraordinary, its roots and stalks pure gold, blazing with intensity. It bore nine leaves, each like a radiant star, brimming with vitality, rivaling even divine medicines.
Most remarkable was its yang aura, capable of strengthening the soul. Even someone with a mere wisp of spirit could be revived, restored to vibrant life. Anyone present would have recognized it as the Nine-Rebirth Yang Herb, rarer than divine medicines, nearly impossible to find. It could fortify a being's origin, its uses boundless and priceless.
The woman ground the herb—rarer than any divine medicine—into a fine golden powder and sprinkled it over the cocoon. The cocoon absorbed its essence, hastening the transformation within.
Hum!
After assimilating the herb's power, the cocoon trembled, bursting with myriad rays of light. Mist swirled, auspicious colors soared, and the aura of life grew even denser. Green spiritual liquid flooded the cave, transforming the surrounding dozens of miles into a vibrant oasis. Flowers, grasses, and trees sprouted rapidly, turning the barren land into a primal forest in moments.
On the cocoon, innate runes began to coalesce, divine light shimmering, myriad phenomena manifesting. Laws intertwined upon it, exuding an enigmatic charm, profoundly mystical.
Crack!
Days later, the woman's excitement peaked as the cocoon split open, the being within about to emerge. She felt a strange maternal thrill, as if watching her own child come into the world.
She had stayed by its side all these days, never leaving. Though she appeared nonchalant, her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.
At last, the cocoon fully parted, revealing a tiny infant, soft and pink, flawless as porcelain, pure as an angel, utterly adorable.
Swish!
Abruptly, the cocoon's shell dissolved into countless great dao runes, like wisps of white smoke, converging toward the infant's chest. There, immortal light bloomed, auspicious mist rising.
Moments later, the shell's white glow vanished, fully absorbed into the infant's chest, where calm returned. Yet, faintly visible within the child's body was a bone, etched with runes—a Symbol Bone, born innately.
"You really did it, seizing the heavens' fortune to become a Primordial Being!" The woman grinned at the doll-like infant, crystalline and brimming with vitality.
She scooped up the little one, her jade finger poking its soft, smooth cheek, pliable as a sponge, as if it might drip water.
"What a cute little thing, nothing like the annoying grown-up you'll become, hehe…"
Her playful side took over, teasing the infant relentlessly, pinching its cheeks as if settling a score. Her radiant face lit up with giggles, her graceful figure vibrant and spirited.
She didn't notice the infant's tiny face, flushed with indignation, glaring at her with unmistakable ire. But he was too small for it to show, his expression only endearing, inviting more teasing, like a flawless piece of jade begging to be toyed with.
"Wah… wah…"
Finally, the infant could bear no more, letting out a bright, sun-like wail, babbling his discontent.
To the woman's gem-like eyes, this only heightened her amusement. With a teasing lilt, she said, "Sorry, no milk here. This fairy's still a pure maiden. Lick your fingers instead!"
"Waaah!"
The infant's cries grew louder, filled with helpless frustration. His gaze locked onto the stunning woman, and if looks could kill, she'd have been struck down a million times.
This, to him, was an unbearable humiliation, even if she was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.
"Oh my, all that strength gone? Starting from scratch, are we?"
With a playful smirk, she inspected him thoroughly, discovering something astonishing: he was truly like a newborn, only slightly sturdier than most, unlikely to "break" from her teasing.
The infant seethed with shame, feeling utterly exposed. What secrets do I have left? His tiny hands flailed in protest.
"Ha, getting shy now?" Her voice was melodious, her lips curving upward.
Splish!
A stream of liquid shot forth, like sweet dew from the heavens, cascading from the Milky Way to the Nine Heavens.
"Ahh!"
The woman, now doused in the face, let out a piercing scream, her ears ringing with fury. Gritting her teeth, she glared at the infant, her eyes blazing as if she might devour him.
"You little brat, I'll end you!" Ye Qing Xian, granddaughter of the Heavenly Emperor, peerless in wit and talent, an immortal of unmatched grace, had just been… pissed on. A direct hit to the face.
Slap! Slap!
"Waaah! T_T"
The cave echoed with alternating cries and wails, resounding until dawn…