Chapter 459: Chu Bamboo: Nuwa, What Do You Mean Lin Xia Lived a Second Life and the Grand Ancestor Emperor Is My Son?

Chu Bamboo triggered the Light Divine Techniques without hesitation.

A terrifying radiance instantly erupted, sweeping across the surroundings. The light itself became a volley of bullets, even causing the distant Aerospace Carrier to clang as its hull was pitted. In the next instant, however, the Memory Metal activated and began to gradually repair the damage…

‘…What the hell was that?’

Chu Bamboo vigilantly scanned his surroundings. Never mind how a sound could ring in his mind in the vacuum of space—the real question was, how could Lin Xia and Zhao Shao possibly be here, now?

‘There’s a problem! Something’s wrong with outer space… or is it the pollution?’

Chu Bamboo came to a realization. Outer space was probably extremely dangerous, and not just because of the lethal radiation and the vacuum…

It was probably…

‘That’s it.’ Chu Bamboo suddenly sank into thought. Radiation is Energy, and outer space was filled with lethal radiation. Considering the so-called Spiritual Energy Tide… ‘Alright! Case closed. My pollution level must be skyrocketing right now!’

‘If that’s the case, then I’ll just have to go all in…’ Chu Bamboo cast aside his worries, roughly locked onto a location, and directly used Light Transformation.

His speed was incredible!

Chu Bamboo silently calculated. He had, of course, previously had the Hive calculate the exact time it would take him to reach Mars at light speed. It couldn’t be one hundred percent accurate, but it would be close enough. ‘If this path is viable, I can always just reset and try again a few times if it comes to that.’

‘This should be about the right amount of time…’ Chu Bamboo nodded and chose to revert to his physical form.

And then…

The first thing he felt… was a scorching heat that defied description.

Time began to reverse.

…

Chu Bamboo opened his eyes back at the Seventeenth Base, a look of dumbfounded confusion on his face. ‘Dead again? Wait, how did I die this time?’

‘And that scorching heat… Was I captured by some enemy? What kind of enemies are even in space…’

‘Besides that!’ Chu Bamboo’s brow gradually furrowed. There was another possibility: he had flown directly into the Sun. Not just its surface, but deep inside… That was the only way he could have been burned to death the instant he transformed from light back into his physical body, with no time to prepare.

‘But I was aiming for Mars… Was it the pollution?’

It dawned on him belatedly. Was it possible that the moment he was exposed to outer space… his mind had already begun to fail him?

He just hadn’t been aware of it at the time… and in the end, he had mistaken the Sun for Mars.

“This is just great!” Chu Bamboo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and made his decision. ‘Fine!’

‘Information confirmed so far: The Aerospace Carrier can, to some extent, resist outer space radiation, or pollution. It must have undergone some special treatment.’

‘Second: What’s currently unconfirmed, or what remains doubtful, is this: were the auditory hallucinations I had earlier just illusions caused by the pollution? If not, then there must be something else dangerous in outer space…’

“So.” Chu Bamboo’s eyes flickered, and he once again looked to the north. ‘…Should I go find Nuwa and ask her? Fine! I’ll be more careful this time; it should be okay… Besides, I’ve accumulated a few more questions!’

Patting his cheeks, Chu Bamboo got up and began to fast-forward once more.

2:30 PM.

During a live broadcast, Chu Bamboo held the Fengshan Sacrifices, awakening Nuwa, and once again entered the Grand Ancestral Temple.

“…You shouldn’t…”

“Stop right there! This isn’t my first time here.” Chu Bamboo cut Nuwa off, his gaze sharp as he got straight to the point. “While I was directly exposed to the environment of outer space, I heard the voices of Lin Xia and Zhao Shao… you know them, right? Was this because of the pollution…”

Chu Bamboo activated the shadow within him, ready to kill himself at a moment’s notice, while also preparing to seal his own memories… Then, he laid out his theory. He was asking the question, but he already felt that the answer was more or less what he suspected…

“…Is it possible that it really was Grandfather?”

Chu Bamboo: “???”

Chu Bamboo was stunned. The first thing that threw him was the word “Grandfather.” Then it belatedly clicked. ‘Right, according to the records, Lin Xin Bamboo is considered Nuwa’s mother. In that case, Lin Xia would naturally be her… wait, shouldn’t that be maternal grandfather? Fine! If you want to call him Grandfather, go ahead.’

The second thing that stunned him was her phrasing. “…Explain what you mean by ‘it really was… Grandfather’?”

Nuwa explained, her tone very calm, even cold. “How do you think we usually deal with… those who’ve lost control?”

“…Aren’t they thrown into nuclear facilities to generate resources?” Chu Bamboo sensed something was off. He thought for a moment and added tentatively, “And… used as materials for breakthroughs and upgrades?”

“But,” Nuwa shook her head, “we are not willing to treat all of those who lose control as Cultivation Resources… Moreover, for some with particularly high Cultivation Levels or in especially unique circumstances, their bodies are highly likely to transform into the Ten Thousand Races after death!”

“Treat them as resources? Heh, that would truly invite disaster…”

Chu Bamboo’s pupils contracted. Only then did he realize how naive he had been. ‘How could I have forgotten? A large portion of the Ten Thousand Races is born from the corpses of humans.’

And… to be honest, he himself wouldn’t have been willing to use Li Kang’s body as a resource.

“…So.”

“Mhm!” Nuwa nodded coldly. “Lin Xia, Zhao Shao… and a few others… all chose a burial in space after their deaths! Part of the reason was their unwillingness to have their bodies used as resources! But at the same time, it was also to reduce the pollution…”

“?”

“Have you ever considered… that the bodies of Earth’s Transcendents can be used as Cultivation Resources, and after they lose control, they become like mines for extracting Extraordinary resources? Doesn’t this mean that within Earth’s closed loop, the resources—or rather, the pollution—will only accumulate more and more?”

“…”

“You should understand the essence of it by now… so you should also understand just how terrifying this ever-increasing pollution is. In essence, we don’t actually lack Energy—the only reason we use the byproducts from the bodies of those who’ve lost control is because they’ve been ‘filtered’ once, lessening the burden on one’s mind!”

“Therefore, when the top-tier powerhouses die… they must choose to venture into space… or rather, to have their bodies cast into space! This is equivalent to exiling a highly dangerous batch of pollution directly into the endless cosmos… Although Earth’s own Cultivation Resources are diminished as a result, the planet’s overall safety is increased!”

Chu Bamboo: “…I think I’m starting to understand the logic!”

‘In the context of the Modern Era, it’s like a future civilization just throwing all its nuclear waste and other trash into space… After all, space is huge!’

“…So.” Chu Bamboo gave a wry smile, breaking out in a cold sweat. “You mean to say, the one that contacted me… might be a member of the Ten Thousand Races that spawned from Lin Xia’s corpse?”

‘Fuck, he’s on his second life?’

Chu Bamboo was drenched in a cold sweat. ‘This is so fucking terrifying! A real-life ghost story…’

“It’s just a possibility…” Nuwa said noncommittally. “In reality, the probability is not high… because the chances of you happening to run into Grandfather are minuscule!”

“It could also be some other powerful member of the Ten Thousand Races with Mind Divine Techniques… making a move on you!”

“…Probably not.” Chu Bamboo shook his head. He hadn’t sensed any sign of the golden light in his mind being triggered.

“Is that so!” Nuwa glanced at Chu Bamboo and said abruptly, “Since you’ve proclaimed yourself Emperor… you must have also prepared yourself to not even live to be a hundred, right? Did you also make… the same decision that Su Zheng made all those years ago?”

Nuwa, who had been so cold, showed a rare fluctuation in her emotions. In a voice that was part sorrow, part sigh, she said, “Like father, like son…”

“???” Chu Bamboo’s expression suddenly froze. “What did you just say?”