Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 105 The Human Race Emerges

The debate between Qinglian and Nuwa lasted for countless years.

Time seemed to stand still within the grotto, with only endless Daoist energy flowing continuously.

Strange phenomena appeared around the two of them, with all things sprouting and flourishing, and phantoms of spirit beasts running and playing.

At times, when heaven and earth were first created, the clear and the turbid rose and fell, and the earth, water, fire, and wind surged and roared, fully demonstrating the infinite mysteries of the way of creation, reaching a state of forgetting oneself and the world.

Finally, the vast Daoist aura that permeated the grotto-heaven receded slowly like a tide, revealing two figures at the center. Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, and within them were countless illusory images of living beings, rising and falling, evolving through reincarnation.

Deep within his brow, the long-dormant primordial purple energy trembled violently like never before, radiating a scorching and powerful Daoist aura, as if it possessed its own will and was eager to break free of his body!

A grand and clear enlightenment, like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation, suddenly tore through all the fog and illuminated all the confusion and bewilderment on her path!

"My path—is here—"

Nuwa murmured to herself, her voice ethereal yet resolute, carrying an undeniable determination: "Not through sitting in meditation and comprehending, not through cultivating magical power, but through—creation! To create a completely new race for this ravaged, war-torn, desolate, and unclaimed primordial world, a race truly capable of bearing the weight of creation, continuing civilization, and possessing infinite possibilities and wisdom!"

At this moment, her path to sainthood was clearer than ever before, radiating boundless light!

She rose to her feet, naturally radiating an indescribable resolve and brilliance. With a single step, she left the tranquil paradise and appeared beneath the real sky outside Mount Buzhou.

Qinglian sensed something and knew that the crucial moment was approaching, so she immediately composed herself and followed closely behind.

Upon its birth, the dense, suffocating bloody aura and the deafening, frenzied shouts of killing that could tear apart one's soul rushed towards it like a tangible giant wave!

In the distance, the massive armies of the Lich and Demon races, numbering in the hundreds of millions, were already bloodthirsty and had completely fallen into madness! The ten-thousand-foot-tall true form of the Lich race roared, smashing stars with its fists and tearing the earth apart with its stomps;

The enormous demonic avatar roared, drawing upon the celestial power of the heavens, transforming it into a destructive torrent!

The clash of divine lights tore countless dark cracks in the sky, and severed limbs and fragments of magical artifacts poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, leaving the mountains and rivers below riddled with holes!

The earth was crisscrossed with ravines, like the wounds of a giant beast; the rivers were stained crimson; countless lives perished amidst their wails, and resentment soared to the heavens—

This horrific apocalyptic scene, like countless steel needles, deeply pierced Nuwa's eyes and her Dao heart.

She clearly saw that the witch clan was born with malevolent energy, and most of them only knew how to destroy and take, following the most primitive law of the jungle.

Although the demon race established order, its fundamental purpose was to compete for hegemony and living space. Their existence seemed to have no other meaning than to wage war against each other and consume the primordial essence of the world.

This land lacks a true foundation for taking root, multiplying, passing on, and creating.

"The primordial world was vast and boundless, with all living things under the frosty sky. Yet, apart from these powerful races born for conflict, there was no other intelligent race that truly understood how to reproduce, pass on the light of civilization, or carefully manage this world."

The dragon, phoenix, and qilin have long since retreated, and many powerful beings are only concerned with their own cultivation paths—this world is too desolate, too—

That's too cruel.

A powerful sense of compassion and an unprecedented, almost instinctive creative impulse surged forth from the deepest part of Nuwa's heart, becoming irrepressible.

Without further hesitation, she gracefully landed in a relatively intact, quiet valley below, where the spirit of the battle had not yet been completely extinguished.

With a flick of her wrist, a mass of divine soil—the Nine Heavens Breath Soil—that exuded boundless vitality, was incredibly thick, and had a dark yellow color, floated in her palm.

Then, a clear, sweet, and spiritually potent mountain spring was drawn from the sky, ready to be mixed with mud to create things.

"Uncle-Master, please use this water."

Upon seeing this, Qinglian immediately stepped forward, and with a thought, took out a jade bottle from the depths of the Qiankun Diagram. The bottle contained the Three Lights Divine Water that had been nurtured for many years.

This water is the essence of the sun, moon, and stars, containing endless vitality and spiritual wisdom. It is a sacred creation, far superior to ordinary springs.

Nuwa's eyes suddenly lit up as she sensed the immense and pure spiritual power within the Three Lights Divine Water. She gladly accepted it, praising, "Excellent! This water contains the primordial spiritual light of the Three Powers, perfectly suited for my use; it's the finishing touch to a masterpiece!"

Without further hesitation, she mixed the incomparably precious Three Lights Divine Water with the innate divine object Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and without hesitation forced out a drop of her own essence blood containing the origin of creation, dripping it into the mud lump.

Then, with supreme creative power, it began to knead the soil. Instantly, the soil became radiant and glowing, bursting with vitality, as if it had come to life.

Nuwa held her breath and focused intently, abandoning all distractions. Using her fingers as a brush and her mind as a guide, she poured in her entire understanding of the "perfect being" and began to create it with utmost concentration.

Recalling the innate Daoist form of the great god Pangu, which contained infinite Daoist mysteries, and combining it with her own understanding of the ultimate creation, she carefully sculpted her first clay sculpture.

The clay sculpture has clear facial features, complete limbs, and perfect proportions. Although it is not alive, it already exudes a natural and innate Daoist charm, which is in harmony with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

She strives for perfection, constantly adjusting details to achieve the ultimate goal.

In the end, after much effort, he sculpted three thousand perfect clay figures, which were neatly arranged and a magnificent sight.

However, gazing at these perfect creations, Nuwa frowned slightly. She felt that although these clay sculptures were lifelike and exquisitely crafted, they still lacked a trace of the true, innate, and vibrant spirit of creation, as if they were still inanimate objects.

After a moment's thought, Nuwa's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she summoned the Qiankun Cauldron, a supreme innate treasure obtained from the Dao Ancestor's Treasure Distribution Cliff!

The precious cauldron floated in the air, emanating a chaotic aura. She placed all three thousand clay sculptures into the cauldron, igniting the innate Yin-Yang divine fire within, chanting profound incantations, and unleashing great magical power, shouting: "Return to the acquired, reverse the innate, spirituality arises, the Dao body is formed!"

The Qiankun Cauldron trembled violently, and the Great Dao runes on its body lit up one after another. Xuanhuang Qi descended, and the cauldron shone with boundless brilliance, as if it were performing a miraculous creation that defied the innate and brought forth something from nothing!

A moment later, the lid of the cauldron was opened, and the three thousand clay sculptures were now quite different!

Its entire body exudes a pure and perfect innate aura, with the texture of its flesh and blood faintly visible, and it is exceptionally lively. It seems that as long as the final "dotting" step is completed, it can come to life completely and become a true innate being!

However, even with Nuwa's peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, completing this step still left her feeling a trace of fatigue originating from the depths of her primordial spirit.

Looking at the remaining mixture of Nine Heavens Breath Soil and Three Lights Divine Water, she took out a vibrant, verdant gourd vine (the very one left behind by the primordial gourd vine), dipped it in the muddy water, and casually waved it across the valley floor—

Countless mud droplets, as if possessing life, fell to the ground, miraculously wriggling, expanding, and shaping themselves. In an instant, they transformed into Daoist forms identical to the three thousand mud sculptures, only with a slightly weaker aura, lacking a trace of pure innate essence, but possessing a more vigorous acquired vitality.

With this action, the emerald vines waved incessantly, throwing out a total of 129,600 clay sculptures, enough to fill an entire Yuanhui (a unit of time in Chinese history), which densely filled the valley!

Looking at the densely packed, lifelike clay sculptures before her, which carried her boundless hopes, Nuwa took a deep breath, and her beautiful eyes burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant divine light!

She concentrated all her understanding, insights, compassion, and hopes regarding the Great Dao of Creation into the tip of her slender finger, and pointed it towards the countless clay sculptures! Her voice was clear and resonant, containing the supreme power of creation: "Creation is boundless, all living beings—awaken!"

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