I am Huanglong, the favorite of the Honghuang group

Chapter 92 Is it possible to not need a perfect protagonist?
"Uncle Master?"

Nvwa left the customs, as the temporary owner of the Taiji diagram.

Huang Long was the first to discover it, and came in a hurry, but was shocked by the image in front of him.

Seeing Nu Wa, Feng Lixi's appearance was restored, it was nothing special, but those bright pupils were full of exhaustion at the moment, like a piece of dead wood with no vitality, as if it would turn into fly ash at any time .

It is even more tragic than Fuxi's appearance a hundred years ago.

"Sister."

Fuxi, who had always been calm and never panicked even in the face of the gods and gods, was shocked when he saw this, and hurried over, the mysterious kung fu was running, the avenue roared, and boundless mana was injected into Nuwa's body.

However, even though the magic power was boundless, it fell on Nuwa, but it passed through naturally like falling on a sieve, without any effect, and did not change the decadent aura on Nuwa's body at all.

"What's going on here?" Fuxi asked anxiously.

Nuwa is the most powerful person in the world, representing the boundless life.

At your fingertips, you can bring the dead back to life and give life.

However, Nu Wa, who now represents life, has become like this.

"I can't make it!"

Nu Wa's eyes were dull, she looked at Fu Xi blankly and said.

"I can't make it. Let's talk about it later, don't worry." Fuxi looked at Nuwa's appearance, and felt a little flustered in his heart, "We are innate and sacred, and we have eternal time. If we can't do it now, we will wait until a few yuan." After the meeting."

"But the Tao is here, I can see it, I can't touch it, I can't go up to it, but I can't ignore it, and I can't avoid it." Nuwa murmured to herself, and the grayness on her body became even worse.

Seeing that Fuxi's heart was twisted like a knife, but he had no choice but to hug Nvwa, and he didn't know whether to comfort Nvwa or himself and said: "It's okay, it's okay, we start again, and we can always find the way of good fortune."

"Maybe, it's just brother, I might have to be reborn, and I need you to be ready to take care of me," Nuwa said.

"Yes. With me." Fuxi gritted his teeth, knowing that this was already the best result!
The quasi-sage creates the avenue, the avenue will never perish, and the quasi-sage will never die.

But if the quasi-sage's Dao heart is damaged, he will fall into Dao injury, and gradually run out of oil, turning into the nutrient of Dao.

Nuwa is in such a situation now, falling into Dao injury, and the medicine stone is useless.

She can only let her realize it by herself. If she can't realize it, it is a good thing to reincarnate in advance.

"Can't figure it out?"

Looking at Nuwa who looked like a dead tree, Huang Long was shocked.

How can it be?

Nuwa can't make people?

Is this the consequence of telling him in advance?

Backfire?

Then I killed Nuwa?

Nu Wa no longer creates humans, is there still a prehistoric world?
"It has nothing to do with you. After all, I am stubborn and refuse to turn back. Your guidance is correct. This road can be followed, but I am not qualified enough to create a perfect protagonist of heaven and earth." Seeing the shocked Huanglong, Nuwa revealed A gentle smile.

She doesn't blame Huang Long.

"It has nothing to do with you, so there is no need to blame yourself. It is common sense and an honor for monks of my generation to live with the Tao and die in accordance with the Tao." Although Fu Xi was heartbroken, seeing Huang Long's expression, he also expressed relief.

"Impossible. In this world, if even Nuwa can't create the protagonist of the world, then there is no god in this world that can create the protagonist of the world." Huang Long still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I can't do it. There is no monk in this world who can do it. But I can't. I can't make a protagonist with perfect character and flawless character. Maybe there is no protagonist in heaven and earth." Nuwa's face showed a point of weakness, like the last candle in the wind.

Huang Long looked at Nuwa who was suffering from Taoism, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was constantly searching for information about Nuwa's creation of human beings in his mind.

Nuwa can't make people?

Are you kidding me?

Nuwa created man, and man is the protagonist of heaven and earth, so Nuwa created the protagonist of heaven and earth.

The protagonist of heaven and earth, why can't it be made?

Huanglong kept searching in his mind, suddenly raised his head, looked at Nuwa and said, "Master, just now you said that you want to create a perfect protagonist of heaven and earth!"

"Yes. It must be perfect. If it is not a perfect ethnic group, how can it beat the almost perfect descendants of Pangu and the myriad races in the heavens? The ethnic group I created is originally an acquired ethnic group, not as good as an innate ethnic group. If you don't make up for it, even It is impossible to gain a foothold in the prehistoric world, let alone become the protagonist of the world." Nuwa said.

"However, the world is still incomplete and not perfect, so how can there be a perfect protagonist?" Huang Long finally understood the crux of the problem after hearing this.

Where does the perfect protagonist of heaven and earth exist?

Even if Huang Long is a staunch humanist, but you let him say that the human race is perfect, sorry, he really can't say that.

Perfect, how could it be perfect?

"The world is incomplete, and there is no perfect protagonist?" Nuwa was stunned, her eyes suddenly lit up a little, and she said immediately, "If it is not perfect, why compete with the descendants of Pangu? Why compete with all races?"

"Your Majesty, do you think you are perfect?" Huang Long asked.

"Perfect." Nuwa said.

Huang Long: ...

Is this the confidence of the prehistoric top female cultivators?
The Queen Mother of the West is like this, and so is Nuwa.

"Compared to your sanctified empress, are you still perfect?" Huang Long thought for a while.

Nuwa was taken aback for a moment, and gradually there was some vitality in her eyes, and she stood up.

Am I perfect?

I am perfect.

But who is more perfect than me after being sanctified?

After being sanctified, I should be stronger and better, so I am more perfect after being sanctified, so I am not perfect now?

How can I, who is not perfect, create a perfect protagonist in the world?
You must be the perfect me to create the perfect protagonist of the world.

After I am sanctified, I will recreate the protagonist of the world.

But I did not create the protagonists of heaven and earth, and the avenue of creation is not perfect, how can I become a saint?
"So this way is wrong." Nuwa suddenly came back to life, and the decadent breath began to dissipate gradually, turning into a thick vitality.

"So, empress, do you think there is a possibility that the protagonist of heaven and earth doesn't need to be perfect? ​​After all, the so-called perfection means reaching the end, and at the end, a group that cannot evolve itself represents imperfection. So perfection itself is the biggest imperfection?" Huang Long said cautiously.

"Perfection itself is the greatest imperfection?" Nuwa shuddered suddenly, the light in her eyes flickered, as she repeated this sentence, the light in her eyes became more and more intense.

Yes, perfection means done.

And completion means that he can no longer improve.

That is the greatest imperfection.

Why is the fifty-fifty avenue only extended to four and nine, leaving only one?

If even this is perfect, is there any possibility of evolution in heaven and earth?

Thinking of this, Nvwa suddenly laughed: "The Dao has no limit, and my life has no limit. If the Tao has a limit, why should I be sad? There is no perfection in the world, and there is no limit in the world. Only one generation is better than one generation, and today is better than yesterday. The day is better than today! If there really is perfection, then this world will come to an end, the older and stronger, then this world should perish!"

"The protagonist of heaven and earth has a heart of tolerance, gentleness and benevolence, and can empathize with all races. This is the foundation. However, since we are living beings, we have desires, so what's the problem? Isn't it a kind of desire for us to seek the Tao? "

"If there is no desire, there may be no mistakes, but there is also no joy, no creation."

"Secondly, the strength is limited, but the potential is unlimited. What should be there is infinite potential, not strength."

"The world is still incomplete, how can it be said to be complete as the protagonist of the world?"

"My way is done!"

(End of this chapter)