Entropy Milk: I'm the Cosmic Nanny of the Cultivation World

When Xiao Hong's meridians began to surge with deep-blue nebulae, the laws of the Heavenly Dao in the cultivation world collapsed.

Antimatter streaming from her left arm reshaped the Milky Way's spiral arms; dark energy gathered in her right palm filled the voids of the universe; and gravitational tides unleashed by her imbalanced spiritual power crushed the thirty-third heaven.

Forced to wield the authority of creation, this “Mother of the Universe” faced a daily choice over the survival of civilizations:

Nurture = rewrite the constants of physics (yesterday's swaddling clothes held a collapsing galaxy)

Sever = trigger vacuum decay (a sword immortal perished in the quantum foam of annihilation)

The weight she bore was more than the burden of life:

Sealed in her dantian was the formation pattern of the “Entropy-Reducing Requiem,” refined from her ex-husband's ashes.

Her spiritual meridians ran straight to Guixu, and each use of her cultivation consumed a century of civilization's history.

When the Star Palace's debt collector demanded seven years of her life, and a contract with the Underworld etched itself into her frost-white hair, Xiao Hong clenched a magical artifact shimmering with the light of a singularity and connected her spiritual power to the extragalactic energy grid:

“Want to annihilate dimensions with creation? Take a number and wait in line, ”

At that moment, she slowly opened her eyes inside the ice coffin. In the unborn child's pupils was reflected the ultimate truth of the universe:

Creation, it turned out, was nothing more than a woman using her own flesh and blood as a pen, dipping it in the spiritual power of the stars to write across the canvas of spacetime

an eternal epic of nurturing.