The Legend of Nuwa: the Holy Mother of Human Race

The green lotus of chaos conceived my body, and I made a man out of clay to prove the saint. I was once the Holy Mother revered in ancient times, the saint who mended the sky and saved the world. Until the blood-stained Lich Tribulation, the human race created by his own hands became the pawns of heaven, and not a single one of them survived. I just caught a glimpse of the cold truth in Zixiao Palace: The so-called way of heaven is actually a puppet of an alien god that devours all living beings. Merit and sanctification? It's just Him harvesting the shackles of faith Destiny measures calamity? Just the dinner plate on which He chews the world When the war of gods begins, I watch indifferently as the saints manipulate the common people Shang Zhou wrote poems? Good! This will use the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb as blades to disrupt your "Destiny" chessboard. When the prehistoric times are shattered and evil spirits surge into the sky, My red hydrangea bursts, and the country map is rolled back The chaotic green lotus burned with its blood, and the blood-stained holy body crushed the void, and smiled fiercely at the three pure beings and all the saints: "Fellow Taoists, are you willing to follow me... To defeat this day?!" If compassion cannot save sentient beings, then overthrow this false doctrine and rebuild the world...