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

Chapter 111 Merit and Spiritual Treasure – The Creation Whip

In the very center of the many offerings, in the most prominent position, it was carefully enshrined.

It was a vine about ten feet long, its entire body lush and green, which, though it had been separated from the soil for a long time, still contained a powerful vitality and a certain profound sense of creation—it was the innate spiritual root that the goddess Nuwa used to create 129,600 humans by splashing mud!

A human, clearly an elder of the clan, with white hair and beard (in terms of the current lifespan of humans), walked forward tremblingly and with utmost solemnity, carefully lifting the gourd vine with both hands.

As if holding the lives and hopes of the entire clan, he respectfully presented them to Qinglian, his aged eyes filled with the most earnest prayers and the most solemn entrustment.

Although he could not utter any complex words, his unwavering resolve was clearly conveyed:

This is a sacred object created by our mother, a trace left by her. Now it is offered to the Taoist priest, hoping that he will cherish us like our mother did and protect our people so that they may survive and continue.

Qinglian's expression turned solemn, her heart stirred. She stepped forward and solemnly accepted the seemingly ordinary vine that carried immense cause and effect and significance with both hands.

The moment his fingertips touched the vine, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, the gourd vine, which had been merely brimming with life, burst forth with a warm and dazzling azure light, gentle yet not dazzling. Countless fine and mysterious golden runes, imbued with the power of merit, flowed ceaselessly across its surface.

A vast, compassionate, creative, and unique aura, carrying the thoughts, faith, and hope of millions of people, was fully awakened from the vine, resonating strongly with the power of creation within the green lotus!

The vine trembled slightly, emitting a faint yet clear and melodious hum, as if it had finally found its home after a long slumber and gained its own life and will.

Its grade actually rose on its own in Qinglian's hands, breaking through the original scope of innate spiritual root, absorbing a massive amount of merit from the creation of humankind and the power of the clan's destiny, and transforming into a merit spiritual treasure with a unique aura, inner power, and closely related to the rise and fall of the human race!

Qinglian instantly understood that because the Goddess Nuwa used this vine to create living beings and give them life, this vine was already closely connected with the overall fortune of the human race and had been nourished by the immeasurable merit of creating humans bestowed by the Great Dao. It was no longer an ordinary thing.

Now, under the control of this person who also cultivates the Great Dao of Creation, is entrusted by a sage, and is recognized by the human race, it has finally undergone a complete transformation, becoming an exclusive meritorious sacred artifact that can suppress the fortune of a race, spur on evil demons and heretics, and protect the peace of the human race—it can be called the "Human Creation Whip"!

This treasure holds extraordinary significance for the human race. Although its destructive power may not be as great as those famous innate treasures, its symbolic meaning, its special protective and amplifying effect on the human race, and its ability to mobilize the power of human faith are irreplaceable.

Holding the Creation Whip, which was slightly warm and had a restrained radiance, Qinglian felt the immense power of creation and the vigorous fortune of millions of humans seeking survival and development contained within it. Her heart was filled with emotion, and she solemnly said to the few innate humans with expectant eyes: "This item is the sacred artifact of the Goddess, and it is also related to the fundamental fortune of your race."

I will temporarily keep it safe for you, and I will certainly not fail the trust placed in me by Her Majesty and you all. When the time is right and I have the opportunity to meet Her Majesty in person, I will return it to you and report back.”

The humans seemed to understand his promise. Although they didn't quite understand many of the words, they could feel his solemnity and goodwill. They nodded vigorously, their faces showing great relief and joy, as if they had found a true reliance.

After that, Qinglian found a secluded spot on the coast of the East China Sea, nestled against the mountains and overlooking a vast plain. With a wave of her hand, she channeled the power of creation and naturally carved out a simple yet ancient and tranquil cave dwelling that blended seamlessly with the surrounding environment. She settled there temporarily without altering the natural landscape of the place.

Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang then used their magical powers to create a temporary dwelling.

Sun Wuzhen eventually couldn't stand being quiet, and often slipped out to watch from afar with curiosity how the humans cooperated in hunting, how they painstakingly gathered resources, and how they played and fought. Sometimes he would scratch his head and jump around anxiously, wishing he could rush up and use his supernatural powers to help them easily obtain food and build houses.

Yet, he remembered his master's strict instructions not to interfere with its natural growth and development, so he could only suppress his impulse and anxiously wait on the sidelines.

Ao Guang, on the other hand, was more composed and reliable. He would often sit quietly and sense the unique budding of human destiny in this place, or quietly patrol the surrounding seas, silently driving away powerful sea beasts and ferocious birds that were not yet intelligent and might approach the coast and pose a threat to human settlements, nipping the danger in the bud.

After the initial onlookers' curiosity, the millions of humans gradually returned to their usual routines.

Seeing that the Taoist Qinglian had settled here, they felt as if they had found the strongest pillar of support in their hearts, and they were more at ease exploring, working, multiplying, and living on this fertile land.

Every day, we see more newborns being born, hear more babbling sounds, watch them take their first steps, see small settlements gradually unite into larger tribes, and hear more complex syllables of communication emerging between tribes—

Qinglian sat in the cave, her divine thoughts like gentle sunlight and rain, quietly covering this land full of vitality, hope, and arduous exploration.

As he watched all this, witnessing the emotions, struggles, joys, and reproduction of humanity, the sense of responsibility he felt, born from the entrustment of the Goddess Nuwa, grew heavier yet more resolute, resonating subtly with his own path of creation.

He gently stroked the warm Creation Whip in his hand, feeling the pulse of destiny closely connected to the human race within it. His gaze drifted to the vast waves of the East Sea, as if he could already see the long and challenging path of protection ahead.

Outside the cave, the sea breeze gently carries the eternal sound of the rising and falling tides from afar, intertwining with the clamor and bustle of the increasingly prosperous human tribes, creating a primitive, rough yet powerful symphony of life.

Deeper still in the primordial continent, the war between the Lich and Demon races, which had been temporarily halted by the birth of a sage, seems to be reigniting and sweeping across the world again as their power regroups and hatred intensifies.

The shadow of the Great Calamity remains as thick as ink, shrouding the four corners of the earth and the eight directions, and has never truly departed.

Qinglian calmed her mind, suppressing all distracting thoughts and worries. She slowly closed her eyes, and auspicious clouds appeared above her head. The tenth-grade Creation Green Lotus slowly rotated, gradually absorbing the increasingly rich vitality of this place and the budding of that unique human destiny.

His mind sank into the depths of the Great Dao, continuing to comprehend the endless mysteries of creation, while silently protecting this small, seemingly fragile, yet nurturing primordial future of humanity's pure land.