This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 363 - 361: Molding God [Medium Cup!]

Above the clouds, Wu Wang's expression gradually became cold and rigid.

In the village below, Ming's body weakened day by day.

The mother who washed her face with tears, the companions who visited her every day, and the friend who had always been by her side to help, who had never left––Ah Niu.

Ah Niu was the name Wu Wang had given to Nu Chou.

It was apt and down-to-earth. Although Nu Chou chased after Wu Wang for three days and nights because of it, she did not refuse Wu Wangzi's order. Using this name, she mingled into the village, becoming the only outsider in the village for hundreds of years and successfully becoming one of Ming's closest friends.

In the time that Ah Niu... Nu Chou spent with Ming, she taught her many principles and guided her in exploring profound philosophical questions about "life and death," "the true essence of living," "whether to sleep or eat, this is the question," and so on.

After Ming fell ill and lay on the bamboo bed, too weak to move, it was Ah Niu who bustled about, allowing her to wait quietly for the final moment to come.

Before her illness, Ming had been as dazzling as a blooming peony.

Her figure was well-proportioned, her face was delicate and pretty. A random flower picked and placed in her hair bun would make her appear extremely charming. Dressed in a coarse cloth long skirt, walking on the mountain paths, she could attract Spiritual Birds to circle around her and butterflies to accompany her flight.

But now, Ming was extremely emaciated, her body fragile and pallid, her collarbones abnormally prominent.

She felt pain, experienced a hint of despair, endured through day and night, and finally arrived at her endpoint.

After being tense for a long time, Wu Wang's expression finally eased.

Wu Wang called out, "God of Spring."

The Earth God, after much thought, then appeared before Wu Wang, about ten yards away, and asked slowly, "Isn't ending the Illusionary Realm a bit premature? Why not let her experience more of the bitterness and sweetness of living beings? Even if she spends hundreds of years in this realm, it's only a year or so outside."

"Actually, it's already enough."

Wu Wang suddenly asked in return, "Has the Earth God ever experienced the feeling of death?"

The Earth God pondered for a moment. "I have lived a long life, but I have never been remade."

"The remaking of an Innate God and the actual death of a true living being are two different things."

Wu Wang smiled and said, "Unless it's a remaking after one's own disintegration, such a recreated thought entity is but a new spirit produced by the Great Dao, and it will not have any true memories of death."

"Does the God of Spring mean to let Ming experience the actual feeling of death?"

The Earth God immediately understood the implication in Wu Wang's words, but soon shook his head slightly. "Upon careful consideration, this is an impossibility. If one were to encounter true death, then they would have returned to nothingness, where there should be a dead silence, devoid of any noise. In other words, only by truly dying can one have that sense of reality. And true death is the dissipation of consciousness. Even if reconstructed, it would be an entirely new consciousness, with no memory of what death feels like, and it's impossible for Ming to experience this feeling and then to be endowed with immortality. Even the King of Netherworld from the third era of gods could only bring back a remnant soul while keeping a thread of consciousness alive. Moreover, this is just an Illusionary Realm. How could Ming experience... "

The Earth God's voice suddenly paused.

He saw the faint smile at the corner of Wu Wang's mouth, saw a trace of confidence in Wu Wang's eyes.

"I have spoken too much," the Earth God bowed, smiled at Wu Wang, and drifted away.

Wu Wang didn't know that the Earth God had just been probing intentionally. Indeed! The Earth God thought, the word echoing in his heart. He resolved to watch Wu Wang's every move intently to reach a final conclusion. Is the God of Spring truly the reincarnation of a powerful ancient God? I will soon find out!

「In the courtyard of the Ming household in the village below.」

Ming seemed to suddenly summon strength. Struggling to stand up from the bed, she put on the new embroidered shoes that lay by the bedside and sat quietly at the dressing table, combing her long hair.

In the bronze mirror, she gazed wistfully at her own face that was gradually regaining some color.

Having not managed to experience much in her lifetime, her heart faced death with much reluctance and tranquility.

An anxious shout came from outside the door, "Ming, how could you have gotten up!"

Ming turned to look, and, as expected, it was the sister who had tirelessly cared for her. She couldn't help but reveal a shallow smile.

"Sister Niu, I would like to take a walk outside."

"You... "

Nu Chou stared at Ming's pretty face, then involuntarily sighed softly, showing a somewhat reluctant smile. "Then I shall support you outside. If Aunt sees this, she will probably scold me."

"It's alright," Ming replied in a soft voice, and reached out her left hand proactively.

Nu Chou moved forward to support her, but she felt Ming's body was unexpectedly light, like a feather.

They left the straw house, crossed the bubbling stream beneath the wooden planks, avoided the busier parts of the village, and headed for a scenic hillside.

Ming looked wide-eyed at the sky, the earth, every grass and tree, and at the figures of those nearby and afar.

She didn't know whether her next blink might be when everything abruptly came to an end.

She just wanted to take a few more looks at the place where she had grown up, gaze at the distant mountains, look at the clouds flying by.

Climbing this hill had used up all the strength Ming had mustered. She looked down at the coarse cloth dress she was wearing, sighed softly, and slowly settled down under the Great Tree at the edge of the hill.

Nu Chou carefully supported her and, once she was seated steadily, untied the water flask from her waist to bring it to her lips.

"No need..."

Ming shook her head gently, her gaze lowered towards the panoramic view of the village.

A warm breeze passed by, stirring her lusterless, dry long hair.

Pain emanated from every part of her body, but it was slowly fading away, along with her perception of the surroundings, her vision of her surroundings becoming obscure.

"Sister Niu... do you think my illness can be cured..."

"Mm-hm," Nu Chou kneeled beside her, raising her hand to tidy Ming's bangs that the wind had disheveled. "Of course, it can be cured."

"Don't lie to me..."

Ming sighed softly and continued, "I'm going to find Grandma... She came to me in a dream yesterday."

Nu Chou did not make a sound, just sighed softly.

Ming went on, "Life will be different after getting married, won't it?"

"It should be," Nu Chou said with a smile. "I've never been married myself, so I don't know what it's like, but I've heard that a married man and woman are quite happy together."

"But once I'm married, there will be no one to take care of Mother..."

Mumbling, Ming's eyes, which were like precious stones, were being gradually concealed by her drooping eyelids.

"Sister, I'm tired..."

"If you're tired, go to sleep for a bit. I'll stay here with you," Nu Chou said in a gentle voice, bowing her head to look at Ming's slowly relaxing hand, expressing the sourness welling up inside her with a soft sigh.

There was gradually no more sound under the Great Tree.

On that drifting white cloud, Wu Wang held a speck of grey light in his left hand, and after some contemplation, decided to flick a bit of his own memory into the Divine Thought of the God of Death, which was about to fall silent.

The memory was simple. It was of the endless deathly stillness he had plunged into after traveling through a wormhole.

This was also a 'little secret' he had not included in the plan nor disclosed to anyone else.

Following that, Wu Wang also had to face a problem that he had always deliberately ignored.

Where did I come from, and how did I arrive here?

This question was, of course, difficult for him to comprehend at this time.

Standing up from the cloud, Wu Wang looked down below and asked, "Would the Earth God like to join us?"

The Earth God smiled and made a welcoming gesture, saying from a distance in a leisurely tone, "I should not take the credit that belongs to the God of Spring."

"The Earth God jests," sighed Wu Wang, "we all serve this world, this multitude of living beings. What is credit or effort in that context?"

Having said this, he turned to look at the Young Master.

The Young Master said softly, "I won't go either. If there is anything you need me to do, just tell me."

Wu Wang nodded in acknowledgment, descended from the cloud to the ground below the Great Tree, greeted Nu Chou, and sat quietly, one on each side.

And so, they waited for another half month.

The Divine Thought of the God of Death was now barely palpable, with the last bit of Spirit Light seeming as though it would fade away entirely.

Wu Wang placed his finger on Ming's forehead, a flash of emerald Divine Light passing through his eyes.

The Great Tree comes to life in the presence of spring.

The Divine Thought of the God of Death suddenly began to fluctuate. A flush of color appeared on Ming's pale face, and her chest started to swell slowly...

Following a series of violent coughs, Ming opened her eyes once again.

Nu Chou hurriedly patted her back, while Wu Wang moved aside to wait in silence.

A look of despair filled Ming's eyes. As though someone about to drown had grasped a life-saving log, she clung tightly to Nu Chou's arm, unwilling to let go, her frail body trembling continuously.

Within and beyond the Illusionary Realm, several Strong gods watching the scene were somewhat surprised.

They had all seen Wu Wang give Ming a bit of 'memory,' yet none knew what experience of Wu Wang's it was.

Soft sobs began to be heard beneath the Great Tree, and they continued for several hours.

Nu Chou gently comforted Ming at her side, helping her to break free from the terror brought by the endless deathly stillness.

Nu Chou lightly patted Ming's arm, whispered a few words into her ear, then stepped back, bowing respectfully to Wu Wang's back.

"Lord Wu Wang, Ming has become lucid."

"Mm," replied Wu Wang, "You go ahead and get ready."

"Yes, my lord," said Nu Chou, glancing at Ming, leaving her with a reassuring smile, then vanished in a streak of Liu Guang.

Ming's expression became slightly rigid.

Wu Wang turned around, smiling, "Do you remember me?"

Ming's pupils quivered slightly as the Young Master drew intricate Divine Runes in the cloud, and a strand of seal on Ming's Divine Soul quietly dissipated.

Her brows furrowed gently, and scenes began to emerge in her mind.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, massive skeletons roaring upward, Resentment of Living Beings surging like a tide, the shadow in a grey robe crying out in agony...

But this time, Ming did not collapse.

She faced these sudden memories as though reading the life of another.

She, having grown up here, had built a levee with her brief experience, keeping those painful memories at bay.

Besides, she had already tasted the despair of fading into nothingness...

"You are that God?" she asked with a hoarse voice.

"You are the God; I am but a creature endowed with divine authority," Wu Wang raised his hand in a guiding gesture, saying, "This is an Illusionary Realm prepared for you, letting you experience the fleeting life of a creature here. Do you still remember which Innate God you are?"

"Death."

Ming pursed her lips slightly. "I am a Spirit of the Great Dao, born from the Great Dao itself."

"Good, keep a calm mindset."

Wu Wang smiled and said, "Why not come out for a walk with me? I have some things I'd like to talk to you about."

Ming looked back at the village below the hillside with some reluctance, sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "May I return here later? I would like to..."

"Of course," Wu Wang gestured invitingly, "this Illusionary Realm will be kept for you."

"Thank you."

"I am Wu Wangzi, a Cultivator of the Human race."

"Wu Wangzi," Ming murmured softly. "It seems my name was also given by you, in that pitch-black Temple."

Wu Wang revealed a gentle smile.

Yet Ming slightly lowered her brows and pouted, saying softly, "It's unexpectedly ordinary."

Wu Wang: ...

"Let's go out first."

...

Because the Dao of Death was reinforced with three seals, although it temporarily withstood the invasion of the Resentment of Living Beings, it also left Ming with no Divine Power at the moment, just like an ordinary creature.

Thus, as they left the Illusionary Realm, Ming only felt a blur before her eyes and the shifting of light and shadow.

Wu Wang had already withdrawn his Divine Thought. His physical body got up and moved, taking Ming's Divine Soul directly to the Emperor's City and entering the Divine Realm of the Young Master.

The Young Master had already made arrangements, and everything was as usual where they appeared.

This place was full of towering Great Trees reaching dozens of feet high, and the joyful laughter of living beings could be heard everywhere. The branches of those Great Trees formed the streets, and within the tree houses placed and hung everywhere, numerous living beings were intimately discussing the ultimate mystery of their Divine Spirits—Reproduction.

Wu Wang and Ming appeared on the ground, with Ming's figure somewhat translucent since she had no physical body at the moment.

"So many eyes are watching us," said Ming softly.

Wu Wang looked up and laughed, "It doesn't matter, we're not doing anything shady."

Ming covered her left elbow with her right hand and said in a low voice, "I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable."

"We've just stepped out of the Illusionary Realm. Those Innate Gods naturally can't wait to see how you're doing," Wu Wang laughed. "You are now the God of Death of how many generations?"

"The six hundred and twenty-fifth generation," Ming said softly. "There are marks on the Great Dao."

Wu Wang was somewhat surprised. "The God of Death has collapsed so many times?"

Ming sighed softly and said in a low voice, "You can't blame those creatures who loathe death. Death is really hard to endure... Have you experienced it?"

"I suppose so."

Wu Wang replied vaguely, "Regardless, I owe you an apology for arranging such a tragic life for you."

Ming was slightly stunned, and after a while, she let out a breath and murmured, "Was it all fake?"

"The emotions between you were real," said Wu Wang. "Those living beings you've come in contact with were also real."

"This seems somewhat like a pastime for Divine Spirits when they're bored."

"Certainly not, who would dare to toy with your Great Dao? Would they not be seeking death?"

Wu Wang laughed a few times and continued:

"Allowing you to have your own judgment and establish your understanding of this world is a necessary path to help you withstand the backlash of the resentment of living beings.

The main purpose of that Illusionary Realm was to teach you these things, not to deceive you into doing something.

Look at you now, like a mature, intellectual creature who holds beauty in their heart, and having experienced the pain of death, you can now more easily let go when facing the resentment those living beings emit before their death."

"Indeed it is so," Ming replied thoughtfully.

They walked on the faintly rustling grass and then on the creaking, crunching fallen leaves.

Wu Wang, dressed in a cyan-blue Daoist robe with a light white undergarment, his long hair bound in a Daoist headband, currently walked with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of elegance.

Although Ming was still a bit confused, once the seals were lifted, her Divine Soul began to be enveloped by the charm of the Dao of Death. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was a pure charm, without the distinction of good and evil.

Wu Wang slowly explained the entire arrangement process of the Illusionary Realm, while Ming listened carefully. When she heard that her Niu Niu was also a Divine Spirit...

"Too much," Ming scoffed, her expression growing somewhat detached.

Wu Wang softly asked, "Don't you want to know her story?"

Ming paused for a moment, then slowly nodded her head.

Wu Wang sighed, his voice growing more distant, and the two of them walked aimlessly, accompanied by the dim lights and shadows of the place.

When Ming learned that the Heaven Palace compelled the Rain Mistress of the ancient nation to conduct a ten-day sacrifice, and that Nu Chou had once been torched to death by the Ten Days, she couldn't help but clench her fists.

"That... that must have been agonizing."

"Yes," Wu Wang sighed. "Pain, excitement, anger, hatred—all of these intense emotions make living beings produce more thought energy, even turning into powerful Resentful Spirits.

She was born in such a way."

Ming frowned slightly. "How can the Innate Gods be so repulsive?"

"You will understand these matters in time," Wu Wang did not elaborate further.

At this moment, the Heavenly Gods watching this place had come to understand.

This God of Spring was instilling the concept of 'prioritizing the lives of living beings' into the newly born God of Death.

Even though they understood, they couldn't interfere; after all, Wu Wang was merely repeating what the Heaven Palace had done in the past without any exaggeration.

In fact, Wu Wang had sought Nu Chou's opinion in advance and had only used her experiences to start the conversation with her permission.

The North Sea giant crab, the machinations of the Heaven Palace, the Young Master making a move, Nu Chou ascending to divinity...

Ming gradually became immersed in the story, occasionally glancing up at Wu Wang, memorizing the profile of this man with a pleasant voice.

She asked, "Then, how did you meet Niu Niu?"

"That is—well, COUGH—that's another story."

Wu Wang said with a smile, "I tell you this only to ask that you not blame her."

"She has taken good care of me," Ming whispered with a sigh. "I don't know if she can continue to be my friend."

"That's up to you both."

Wu Wang said, "So, do you understand now, the connection between living beings and death?"

Ming slowly nodded, yet said, "But I don't understand why there are so many living beings who die tragically."

"That is something you, as the God of Death, will have to slowly observe and ponder in the future."

Wu Wang spoke gently:

"The tragic deaths you see in the Dao of Death are just a very small part of all deaths.

Disputes between living beings, wars between nations, oppression of living beings by Divine Spirits, and such.

Most living beings pass away relatively peacefully, with attachment to the world.

Feel it, this is a peaceful country, where at this very moment several living beings are passing away, and their relatives are bidding them farewell."

Ming closed her eyes and gradually seemed to be entranced, a hint of relief blossoming on her lips.

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to come to her senses before continuing to stroll and chat with her.

In this way, walking and talking, they were unaware that the skies were already filled with Stars.

They entered a bustling treehouse, where hospitable beings of the Hundred Races had prepared a feast for them.

They passed by lively bonfires and watched young men and women holding hands, singing and dancing with joy.

They went to rest on the treetops of the Great Trees, feeling the tranquility of the entire forest city after most living beings had gone to sleep.

"Only by appreciating the beauty of living can one fear death.

And it is because of the fear of death that one truly knows the preciousness of such peace."

Wu Wang said slowly:

"It's precisely because all of this beauty is temporary, that it will come to an end at some point, reminding everyone to cherish the present.

Death is a part of the Dao of Life for living beings; it's not just about ending, but also contains the seeds of new life.

Hating death is natural for living beings; your Great Dao is fated to not be thanked by living beings.

But, Ming,

You truly are an indispensable existence between heaven and earth.

Living beings exist within heaven and earth, also consuming the life force of heaven and earth.

Lifespan, Reproduction, Death, these are the laws all living beings must follow, and breaking these laws comes with a price.

Although you have suffered much, even though your predecessors have all fallen, I hope you can carry on, protect heaven and earth with your Great Dao, protect every Thought Entity that cherishes the peace between living beings and heaven and earth and seeks beauty."

Ming's eyes, reflecting the starlight, nodded gently.

All of a sudden, Wu Wang smiled and said, "Look, who's here."

She paused, looking back, only to see a faint golden light slowly unfolding, revealing figures clothed in coarse fabric, each with a satisfied smile.

Nu Chou stood silently at the forefront, giving Ming an apologetic smile.

Behind her, a series of figures stood quietly.

There was the hunched grandmother leaning on her cane, the robust father carrying a bow and arrows, the worn mother with eyes full of tearstains, the childhood friend who always got bullied...

Mother...

Ming's lips parted to call out, but she restrained herself in time, rushing forward instead, her eyes reddening as she embraced the spirit of the woman.

The people of the village crowded around, teasing and speaking blessings in deep voices.

This was their final resting place. The Young Master had found hundreds of couples among his followers willing to conceive new life, and he erased these lingering spirits' memories, allowing them to be reborn through the Dao of Reproduction.

Nu Chou quietly explained this to Ming by her ear. Ming nodded continuously, having forgotten her previous request to live another life in the Illusionary Realm.

Amid the din, Ming suddenly remembered something, turning to look towards the treetop.

There was no trace of him there.

"Sister Niu, who is he?"

"Lord Wu Wangzi?" Nu Chou said, then laughed softly, a touch of sentiment in her eyes. "A very miraculous figure. Though he is but a living being, Gods cannot surpass him."

Ming almost blurted out, "Then does he have any offspring?"

Nu Chou was a bit puzzled, "That, I haven't heard. It seems he doesn't. But you can never be sure with the Human Domain..."

Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of serious contemplation.