Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 1303 Chapter 566: Refining the Chaos Bell, Rescuing Nuwa!

Nuwa had just escaped from the dark and endless imprisonment, and her face looked grim, hinting at panic and unease.

After countless years of confinement, coupled with the heavy injuries caused by Hong Jun, even though Nuwa was an esteemed Saint, she was at her core a being of flesh and blood, and fear couldn't easily dissipate.

Upon hearing the sound.

Nuwa glanced around, then looked at Zhao Feng in front of her, and only then did her taut nerves gradually relax. Her body was no longer so stiff, slowly easing a bit, but not fully relaxed.

"What tribe are you?"

Nuwa slightly narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on Zhao Feng, still carrying some wariness.

Although she knew the person in front of her had rescued her, upon just escaping captivity and finding herself in this unfamiliar situation, caution was only natural.

Meanwhile.

Nuwa was also secretly mobilizing her mana, ready to act immediately if anything seemed amiss.

"Human Race."

Zhao Feng replied briskly and decisively, without hesitation.

"Incorrect."

Nuwa gently shook her head, her gaze growing sharper, she looked Zhao Feng up and down and said with certainty, "Although the aura of the Human Race surrounds you, you are certainly not of pure Human Race bloodline."

"The Human Race bloodline is far less powerful than yours, indeed, your bloodline power far surpasses mine, and is superior to all Primordial Spirits in the Primordial World."

As she spoke.

Nuwa raised her hand and gently waved it, a soft seven-colored light emerged from her palm, encircling Zhao Feng like silk threads, as if probing the mysteries of his bloodline.

The Primordial Heaven and Earth originated from the Pangu God.

Except for those Chaos Demon Gods who, after falling, scattered throughout the Primordial World, all other Primordial Spirits were born from Pangu's bloodline, and the Pangu bloodline flowed within them.

Even the Human Race, when Nuwa crafted humans from clay, used the Nine Heavens Breath Soil which contained Pangu's divine essence, thus when the Human Race was born, they carried a slight trace of Pangu's bloodline within.

"I was fortunate to acquire Pangu's bloodline, hence my bloodline is stronger than the other beings in the Primordial World."

Zhao Feng smiled faintly, not resisting Nuwa's probing, and replied truthfully.

In front of Holy Mother Nuwa, he felt full of respect, not only because of being in the Primordial World and the reverence for Nuwa as the Holy Mother of the Human Race, but also due to Nuwa's deeply rooted image in the history and inheritance of Huaxia.

Upon hearing this!

Nuwa continued to gaze steadfastly at Zhao Feng, not moving for a long time.

But the exploring five-colored light gradually faded.

After some time, her tense facial lines gradually softened, and the wariness also slowly dissipated.

After all, with her Saintly vision, she could naturally detect Zhao Feng's formidable strength, and the faintly emitting aura around him made her realize that with her current injured state, she was certainly no match for Zhao Feng.

Moreover, since Zhao Feng had rescued her, there must be a reason.

"Why was it so coincidental that you entered that particular space?"

Nuwa frowned slightly, eyes full of doubt, her body leaning forward subtly, pressing as she asked, "That space was hidden deep in the void outside the Primordial World, even for a Saint, without special serendipity, it's impossible to find it."

Evidently, this matter filled her with suspicion.

When she was imprisoned by Hong Jun, he once asserted that no one would find her unless he intentionally opened the way.

This made Nuwa suspect the true origins of Zhao Feng standing in front of her?

Was he Hong Jun's person, or was there another undisclosed background?

As a Primordial Spirit existing since Ancient Times, and being noble as a Saint, Nuwa had lived countless years, seen all kinds of human emotions and treacherous hearts. If Zhao Feng truly was sent by Hong Jun, harboring hidden agendas, it could be immensely troublesome.

"No need to worry, Holy Mother."

Zhao Feng took a step forward, speaking very sincerely, "I am definitely not a person of Hong Jun."

"Being able to find Holy Mother was truly a serendipitous encounter."

"Firstly, I was fortunate to obtain the Chaos Bell's bell, and secondly, I received guidance from the Supreme Saint."

Zhao Feng explained slowly with a smile.

He understood clearly that to make Nuwa completely drop her guard, being candid was the only way.

"You obtained the bell of the Chaos Bell?"

Nuwa, upon hearing this, couldn't help but show a surprised expression; her eyes widened instantly, and a strange light flashed within them.

It was clear that upon hearing these words, the last trace of wariness on her face completely vanished.

"Could it be that the bell was scattered by the Holy Mother?" Zhao Feng's sharp instincts immediately caught the depth in Nuwa's words and tentatively asked.

"When I was trapped in the dire straits by Hong Jun, I exerted all my strength to shatter the Chaos Bell, causing its bell to scatter."

"I held onto a faint hope of survival, unexpectedly, it became the key to my escape today."

Nuwa gently sighed, with a sense of reminiscence in her eyes, speaking, "Now it seems, this slim chance of survival has eventually been grasped by me."

Speaking to this point.

A pale smile struggled onto Nuwa's face, the gaze she cast on Zhao Feng was full of kindness and gratitude.

"Indeed."

Zhao Feng nodded with a smile, agreeing, "Without the guidance of the Chaos Bell, even if I received instructions from the Supreme Saint and came to the Northern Continent, I would definitely have been unable to pinpoint the exact location where Holy Mother was imprisoned."

While speaking, Zhao Feng lightly raised his right arm, palm facing upward, and a dazzling light flickered, the Chaos Bell appeared in his hand instantly.

At this moment, Zhao Feng had refined the Chaos Bell to some extent, able to control it, letting it gently spin in his hand, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound.