Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 9 Ling Caixin

Jiangcheng Interstellar Transportation Station.

As the October holiday drew to a close, a fine autumn rain draped the city—a blend of futuristic technology and the appearance of an ancient home planet—in a hazy gray veil. Crowds surged through the massive terminal, heading towards their respective destinations.

No one noticed that a figure quietly stepped out of the cabin of a spaceship that had just landed.

She was a girl dressed in a black and white Gothic Lolita dress, about 1.5 meters tall, with silver hair like a waterfall and skin as white as snow.

A butterfly, its body shimmering with liquid gold, appeared out of nowhere on her shoulder. Its wings fluttered gently, scattering fine dust of light, yet the flight attendant seemed completely oblivious to the fact that someone had brought a pet onto the interstellar flight.

The flight attendant spoke politely and with proper posture: "Please take your time, this is your umbrella. Welcome to fly with us again next time."

The young woman nodded gracefully, lifted her skirt, and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you."

Then, taking the umbrella whose color was indescribable, he slowly walked down the steps of the cabin door.

With just one step, in the next instant, she appeared outside the security checkpoint and left the magnificent building, without anyone at the original flight exit or in the crowd outside the security checkpoint noticing.

It was as if she was meant to be outside the transportation station, only they realized it a little too late.

Outside the station.

"Niannian, you could have just descended to this small city on our home planet with a single thought, but you still obediently bought a ticket, queued up, and boarded the spaceship. You're too patient."

Golden butterflies fluttered around Ling Caixin, emanating waves of mental energy that represented 'boredom'.

"Yi Yi,"

Listening to Butterfly's words, the girl's voice carried a faint smile, "To understand the true operation of public air routes within the Star Plane—the capacity, service, maintenance, and general passenger feedback—it's not enough to just listen to reports. We have to see for ourselves to be at ease."

She stepped into the rain, and a black umbrella with a simple nebula pattern opened naturally in her hand, keeping out the raindrops.

"Although I am the master of these 'Five Paths and Five Paths,' the authority over each sequence is ultimately upheld by you foreign gods or old folks from the old human era."

Even some of the younger trainees I mentored, I can't completely trust, let alone others.

It wouldn't be difficult for them to manipulate certain permissions on this chessboard and obscure my view.

"This is much better than our Iya insectoid race." The golden butterfly fluttered and hovered, emitting waves of mental energy: "Everyone has their own consciousness, how cool is that?"

"So I need to understand it more deeply. For the species of the Fifth Star Realm, emotions and desires are fundamental. Not to mention them, even I often have selfish desires."

Ling Caixin stretched out a hand, caught the falling rain, and handed it to the butterfly. "Look, even the rain and laws of this Fifth Star Realm naturally understand what it means to flatter."

The raindrops on her hands had transcended the concept of normal transparent water droplets; they were becoming viscous like oil paint, shimmering with iridescent colors.

At the same time, everything in this world—the gray clouds, the outlines of tall buildings, the hurried crowds—was instantly outlined in vibrant colors by a strange brushstroke, as if the whole world had become a thick, still-wet oil painting.

She and the golden butterfly are the only two real, unusual objects on this canvas.

That's enough.

Ling Caixin pinched the oil paint droplets in her hand with her fingers together, her voice ethereal yet carrying an undeniable weight.

"You are the mother planet of all humanity, not just mine. Be quiet."

As his words fell, the eerie, painterly scene faded away like a receding tide. The rain returned to its gray hue, the buildings reverted to their cold, hard lines, and pedestrians continued their hurried pace, completely unaware of the moment when the world seemed to freeze.

"Look, even the mother planet's will, Gaia, which carries the heaviest karmic burden, knows to hide things I don't want to see and instinctively tries to please me... let alone those humans, demons, gods, and ghosts."

As she spoke, she took another step forward.

The scene shifted silently, and in the next instant, she was standing in a quiet mountain villa area, her black leather shoes stepping on the wet asphalt road, raindrops tapping on the umbrella, making a rhythmic soft sound.

"But that's precisely why I'm fascinated by the Fifth Star Realm and willing to become part of your 'Five Paths and Five Followers.' Emotions and desires—even now, I can only mimic similar reactions, but I can't truly understand them."

Golden butterflies fluttered around her, their scattering light trailing brief, shimmering paths through the rain. "So, why did you call me here?"

Ling Caixin didn't answer. She opened her umbrella and walked towards a detached villa. The access control system silently slid open as she approached, and the security guard in the booth ignored it.

"My family might be getting a very important new member, and I need your help to take a look."

She said softly, "It feels like an innate Dao body, a vague feeling that is hard to describe, but my 170,000 years of intuition tells me that something is not right. I have a feeling that it may be something more advanced."

Her gaze fell on the villa's gate, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"My path ultimately rests on concepts such as expression and demonstration, while the ability to observe is borrowed from you through the 'Five Paths and Five Followers.' So, since I can't see it myself, why not let you see it for yourself? Compared to observation, apart from the big eyes of those who have just begun to explore the path, who in the multiverse dares to say they can rival you?"

"Um?"

The Golden Butterfly's mental fluctuations were filled with surprise. "With my 'Omniscient Matrix' helping you solidify the 'Five Paths and Five Followers,' you can even see the general outline of the rule level, right... or is it the concept level?"

As she spoke, the golden butterfly swirled in the rain and then suddenly bumped into the doorbell button.

"That's interesting."

"Open the door quickly, I want to see."

……

Inside the villa, in the training room.

"Daojun has arrived at the door."

Wei Yun suppressed the faint light flickering at her temples, her expression solemn.

"Where? Here?!"

Ling Jiu sprang up from the training mat, her face instantly filled with panic.

"Xiao Luo! Quick! Activate the whole-house cleaning protocol and tidy up the living room! And my room too!"

Instantly, countless robotic arms emerged from the alloy walls, picking up the tableware on the table, the clothes thrown on the floor of the living room or bedroom, and the various garbage bags piled up at the door.

But the progress had only just begun when the crisp sound of the doorbell rang out first, and at the same time, the access screen on the living room wall automatically unfolded, displaying the scene outside the door.

Light rain, umbrellas, and a blurry yet undeniable figure beneath them.

Not only was Ling Jiu stunned, but Wei Yun was also respectful, and even Jiang Yun instantly became extremely alert.

Is this my great-grandmother who is a Dao Lord level being?

He tried to observe this legendary human supreme being, his greatest support in this world, through his mother's eyes.

However, just as his senses began to extend along the bloodline, he saw only an extremely blurry, hazy outline composed of countless flowing colors.

And beside that silhouette, a warm yet dazzling golden light made his soul tremble.

The next moment, a gentle yet irresistible sense of boundlessness, as if facing the starry sky itself, washed over me!

"Buzz—!"

As if the fluctuations had been disturbed, Jiang Yun felt the connection between mother and child violently shake, and all the images and sensations before her eyes were instantly severed.

Shenji Tianyan also seemed to have disappeared, and he could no longer sense him.

Despite having been warned beforehand, Jiang Yun was still caught in a huge sense of astonishment.

No, Yanzi, aren't you my cheat code?

They actually voluntarily withdrew?