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The vast and boundless land of antiquity.

Since the end of the sermon at Zixiao Palace, several future saints have been searching for their own opportunities to become saints.

The Three Pure Ones were in seclusion on Mount Kunlun, while Jieyin and Zhunti were lamenting their poverty in the West.

Nuwa, however, always felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

She cultivates the Way of Creation.

But what exactly is creation?

Is it to bring withered trees back to life? Is it to make stubborn rocks nod in agreement?

She could do all of these things, but she always felt something was missing. It was like being separated from someone by a thin layer of paper; she could clearly see the light outside, but she just couldn't break through it.

On this day, Nuwa descended from Phoenix Perch Mountain and began to travel across the primordial land.

She has walked through mountains and seen the sea.

She saw the demons devouring each other, and the witches hunting wild beasts.

Although there are many living beings in this world, most of them are ignorant, knowing only how to kill, not understanding etiquette, and not knowing the way of heaven.

"This world is so desolate."

Nuwa sighed.

Unbeknownst to her, she had arrived at the foot of a large mountain.

Looking up, the mountain soared into the clouds, reaching straight to the sky, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

Buzhou Mountain.

"How did we get here?" Nuwa was slightly taken aback.

This is the territory of the Witch Clan. Logically, as the Demon Queen Nuwa, she should avoid suspicion. But for some reason, a voice inside her tells her that what she wants is here.

Instead of going up the mountain, she strolled along a river at the foot of the mountain.

The river was clear, reflecting her image.

Nuwa sat down by the river and stared blankly at her reflection in the water.

"Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?"

This philosophical question stumped this near-saintly and powerful being.

She casually grabbed a handful of yellow mud from the riverbank and kneaded it in her hands.

The soil changed shape in her hands. One moment it became a little rabbit, the next a little snake.

She blew on the mud rabbit in her hand.

The mud rabbit moved, and surprisingly came to life, hopping and skipping into the grass.

But not long after, the mud rabbit fell apart and turned back into a pile of mud.

"Why."

Nuwa sighed and threw the mud back into the river. "It still doesn't work. Although it has life, it lacks intelligence and a soul. This is just magic, not creation."

She looked at her hands, which were as white and smooth as jade, and fell into a deep confusion.

Master Hongjun said that everyone has their own path.

But where exactly is her path?

Just as Nuwa was troubled, she suddenly heard a light footstep behind her.

The footsteps were very light, unlike those rude witches, but more like a leisurely tourist taking a stroll.

Nuwa turned around alertly.

She saw a young man dressed in white, waving a folding fan and smiling at her.

The man was very handsome, with a warm and approachable air about him. However, Nuwa couldn't quite fathom the aura emanating from him.

It is neither a shaman nor a human.

"Who are you?" Nuwa stood up, emanating a faint, holy aura.

"My name is Lin Xuan."

The man closed his folding fan, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Goddess Nuwa."

Lin Xuan?

Nuwa's eyes narrowed.

This name is now widely known throughout the prehistoric world.

She intercepted the Heavenly Marriage, beat up Taiyi, confronted Yuanshi, and even gave birth to a son with a primordial spirit.

Is this the legendary thirteenth ancestral witch?

"So it's Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan." Nuwa concealed her aura, but still maintained her distance. "May I ask what brings Fellow Daoist Lin here? Are you perhaps trying to send me away?"

After all, this is the territory of the Witch Clan, and she is a Demon Clan member, putting her in an awkward position.

"Goddess Nuwa is joking."

Lin Xuan waved his hand, walked familiarly to the riverbank, and sat down on a rock not far from Nuwa. "Although Mount Buzhou is my home, this world belongs to everyone. Nuwa can come and go as she pleases; who dares to drive you away?"

Lin Xuan looked at the remaining mud in Nuwa's hand, a subtle smile appearing on his lips.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"I saw the Goddess Nuwa standing here in a daze just now, as if she had something on her mind?" Lin Xuan asked knowingly.

Nuwa hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth. After all, she had been holding this bitterness in her heart for too long, and even if the other party was a member of the Wu clan, it wouldn't hurt to talk about it.

"I am seeking the Way."

Nuwa looked at the river and said, "I cultivate the Way of Creation, but I have never been able to enter it. I feel that something is missing in this world, and I want to fill it, but I don't know how."

"What's missing?"

Lin Xuan picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

The stones bounced on the water's surface, creating ripples.

"Goddess Nuwa, look at this primordial world."

Lin Xuan pointed into the distance, "The sky has the sun, moon, and stars, and the earth has mountains, rivers, grass, and trees. Although there are many birds and beasts, most of them follow their instincts, know no reverence, and do not understand creation."

"This world is missing a protagonist."

"The protagonist?" Nuwa's eyes lit up. "What is a protagonist?"

"A race like the father god Pangu, possessing an innate Dao body, capable of comprehending the heavens and earth, inheriting civilization, and... creating miracles."

Lin Xuan's voice was incredibly seductive.

Nuwa's breathing became rapid.

She felt as if Lin Xuan had pierced a hole in the window of her mind with his finger.

"Like the father god Pangu..."

Nuwa looked at her reflection in the water; it was her transformed form, and also the innate form of the great god Pangu.

"I see!"

Nuwa excitedly grabbed a handful of soil, "I will create such a race! Using me as a model, I will create a new life!"

She started sculpting clay figures like crazy.

This time, she sculpted with great care. Head, torso, limbs, facial features...

We strive for perfection in every detail.

Soon, a small clay figure appeared in her hand.

Nuwa took a deep breath, mobilized all the laws of creation within her body, and blew a breath of primordial essence onto the clay figure.

"Come back to life!"

The clay figure moved.

It opened its eyes, looked at Nuwa, and opened its mouth as if to shout something.

But the next second.

"Clatter".

The clay figure's leg broke off. Then, its entire body collapsed, turning into a puddle of yellow liquid that flowed all over the ground.

"Why?!"

Nuwa was devastated. "Why is it still not working? I've used all my strength, why can't it withstand my power of creation?"

She looked at Lin Xuan helplessly.

At this moment, Lin Xuan was like an exam proctor holding the standard answer key.

He looked at Nuwa, who was on the verge of tears, and sighed inwardly.

Silly sister, the ingredients are wrong.

How can ordinary mud bear the creative laws of a sage?