Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong traveled along the earth's veins, incorporating the innate spiritual veins of the wood, water, and fire attributes into the World Pearl. Only the sharp and resilient innate spiritual vein of the metal element was missing to complete the five elements and allow the world within the pearl to form an endless cycle of the five elements.

However, no matter how he searched the entire area of ​​the East China Sea, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, he could not find any trace of that metal-attribute spiritual vein.

He transformed into a golden streak of light, traversing the thick darkness and rocky soil, and returned to the ground.

However, its head had just emerged from the ground while its body was still underground, and its vision was not yet fully clear.

Suddenly, Huang Long felt a chill run through his body, and his gaze froze instantly.

Less than a meter from his head, a figure quietly squatted in front of him.

Her plain-colored dress trailed on the ground without being touched by a speck of dust, and she was surrounded by an indescribable Daoist aura, surpassing even that of the Azure Dragon Ancestor.

She lowered her head slightly, and in her palm, a clump of strange soil was radiating a warm and gentle glow. The light flowed, and life seemed to be growing within it.

The figure seemed to sense something and slowly turned its gaze to Huanglong, whose body was still half-buried on the ground.

Her gaze was as clear as a pristine spring, calm yet profound, as if it could reflect the changing nature of all things in the world.

That gaze didn't exert any pressure, yet it made Huanglong feel as if his dragon soul was being silently cleansed and understood.

"You little dragon... what are you searching for in this ley line for so long?"

Like the gentle tapping of a jade chime, the ethereal and melodious sound resonated deep within Huanglong's soul.

Huang Long dared not delay and quickly pulled his body out of the ground, patting off the non-existent dirt on his body.

He replied respectfully, "Junior Huang Long greets Senior. Senior, I was searching for a metal-attribute innate spiritual vein, but alas, my destiny has not yet brought me here. I have searched in vain and have only just emerged from the ground. I did not expect to offend your holy countenance."

The figure's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and the penetrating power made Huanglong feel that all his secrets were exposed.

My name is Nuwa.

Nuwa

Huanglong was startled, but then he realized that among the few female gods in the prehistoric world, only that one liked to play with the soil.

"The Sage Nuwa"

"I have met the Goddess Nuwa."

Nuwa fell silent, her fingertips gently kneading the soil in her palm. The ordinary yet radiant soil seemed to come alive under her slender fingers, flowing and taking shape.

A bird covered in emerald green feathers took shape in her palm, small and exquisite, with every feather clearly visible.

Nuwa flicked her finger, and a spark of creative light entered into it.

The bird flapped its wings and took flight, circling around Nuwa, emitting clear and melodious chirps, its body shimmering with the radiance of life.

Nuwa frowned slightly.

She raised her hand again, and the soil flowed and changed at her fingertips.

A lithe deer leaps out of the clearing and runs and jumps merrily through the forest, but in its gentle, large eyes, there is only longing for the green grass.

Then came swimming fish, fierce tigers, monkeys... one after another, creatures of different shapes and sizes were born at her fingertips, running, swimming, and flying in this small world.

As each living being was born from Nuwa's fingertips, the Daoist aura around her gradually increased, and her power grew stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Nuwa stopped what she was doing.

She stood there quietly, her gaze sweeping over the bustling yet ignorant landscape of life that she had created with her own hands.

The divine light of creation flickered around her, and the Daoist rhythm of Yin and Yang flowed around her, as if Daoist runes were being created, deduced, and collided within her.

She fell into a long period of contemplation, like an unchanging rock, forming a strange contrast with the vibrant yet naive lives around her.

Huang Long stood aside, not daring to make a sound.

He sensed the increasingly profound and perfect Daoist energy emanating from Nuwa.

Under the influence of this divine creation, the newly born creatures gradually developed intelligence and crawled around Nuwa.

Seeing that Nuwa hadn't made a move for a long time, she picked up a piece of clay again and began to knead it.

A vague thought, like a pearl sunk to the bottom of the sea, was stirred by the boundless Daoist energy of creation and gradually surfaced in his mind.

He cautiously suggested, "Your Majesty, why don't we try to create the form of an innate Dao body?"

The four words "Innate Dao Body" were like a thunderclap that shattered the layers of fog!

The ever-flowing Daoist energy of creation around Nuwa suddenly paused, and then burst forth with even more dazzling brilliance!

An indescribable, grand, and sacred aura suddenly spread out from Nuwa's center, and the laws and principles of heaven and earth converged madly towards her, forming countless illusory images of profound law runes behind her, flickering and shining.

Nuwa flipped her hand, and the ordinary clump of soil in her palm was discarded to the side.

Instead, there was a handful of wondrous soil, displaying a primordial, mysterious yellow color, with crystal-clear grains, each seemingly containing boundless creative power, radiating a weight and vitality that distorted the very space.

The Heavenly Soil!

The most supreme creation of the primordial world, a single grain can evolve into a ten-thousand-foot mountain.

At the same time, a jade bottle radiating a hazy golden, silver, and purple light, exuding a strong Daoist aura, appeared in her other hand.

It turned out to be a primordial spiritual treasure.

The bottle was tilted slightly, and drops of a wondrous liquid, interwoven with the strange light of gold, silver, and purple, fell into the Nine Heavens Soil.

Three Lights Divine Water!

This is the first divine water of the primordial world, containing the essence of the sun, moon, and all the stars in the celestial sphere; it is the first healing artifact of the primordial world.

When the Breath of Earth and the Divine Water met, they merged and rotated on their own under the invisible creative power of Nuwa's palm, without any need for kneading.

The primordial yellow and the three-colored radiance intertwined and flowed, forming a chaotic mass of mud!

Just as the mud was about to solidify, Huanglong's thoughts raced, and he extracted a drop of the essence of creation.

"Daughter"

"This is a divine object that I obtained by chance. It can strengthen the origin of innate beings and may be of some help to Your Majesty."

That drop of creation essence slowly flew towards Nuwa.

Nuwa's gaze fell upon that drop of pure creation essence, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes once again.

She could clearly sense the creative power contained within it, which was almost the origin of the Great Dao.

She nodded slightly, and the drop of creation essence silently merged into the chaotic mud ball in her palm.

Om-!

The clay instantly became warm and vibrant, exuding a sense of completeness, as if it itself could evolve into life.

Nuwa's gaze became more focused, and her slender white fingers, like those of a professional clay sculptor, rapidly changed the shape of the clay at her fingertips.

The head, torso, and limbs are in perfect harmony, subtly echoing the most mysterious rhythms of the universe.

The features gradually became clear: eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose. Although they had not yet been given life, they already faintly revealed a spiritual outline that was in perfect harmony with heaven and earth.

One, two, three... Nuwa's movements became faster and faster, and the Daoist essence flowing between her fingers became increasingly rich and powerful.

Lifelike and perfectly shaped clay human figures were created around her, neatly arranged on the open space at the top of the cliff.

Their eyes were closed, their expressions peaceful, as if they were simply asleep.