(This entire story is fictional.)
Legend has it that Pangu created the heavens and earth, and Nuwa fashioned humans from clay. When turmoil shook the Three Realms and they were on the verge of sinking back into chaos, Nuwa mended the sky with her divine soul. Her physical body perished, and her consciousness scattered across the land, leaving humanity a sliver of hope. Among it was a wisp of divinity born from the blood of Nuwa's heart. It drifted through the ages, gradually awakening its spiritual senses until its consciousness suddenly stirred, like a child taking its first steps in the human world.
Xu Jiuqing was a little confused. Anyone who had been human for over twenty years and then suddenly became a god would wonder if they had gone insane, wouldn't they?
The first day of being a god: This is kind of fresh, kind of fun. Everything belongs to me.
The first month of being a god: This is kind of thrilling. Why can't I control my consciousness?
The first year of being a god: Damn it! Why did Nuwa create a bunch of idiots? Humans with weak spiritual consciousness are the biggest idiots of all!
The second year of being a god: Xu Jiuqing finally realized that her job was probably to repair human souls. She hadn't seen any payment yet. Human spiritual consciousness was so frail that the slightest shock could cause it to go missing, or even lead people astray.
A person's life is like being trapped in a cage. Some are confined by illness, some by obsession, and some by poverty. Her role was probably to set them free. Sometimes, when she looked at someone, she felt like a preschool teacher. Why was she also responsible for healing the pain caused by other people's families?
When humans lose part of their spiritual consciousness and become trapped in obsession, they are often impossible to reason with.
Xu Jiuqing thought Nuwa had been far too careless when she created humanity.
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