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With the Nine Heavens Breath Soil and the Three Lights Divine Water, it's like a top chef having the finest ingredients. If they still can't cook a good meal, then it really is a matter of skill.

Nuwa placed the Nine Heavens Breath Soil on the ground, and what was originally a palm-sized piece of soil grew rapidly in the wind, instantly turning into a small hill.

The soil is a bright yellow color, exuding a faint fragrance, and every grain of earth contains vitality.

Then, she opened the jade bottle and poured the Three Lights Divine Water onto it.

"Splash!"

The originally dry soil melts upon contact with water, transforming into a fine and soft mud. This mud doesn't stick to your hands; instead, it has a warm, jade-like feel.

Nuwa did not rush to make a move, but turned to look at Lin Xuan.

"Lin Xuan, you just said that this new race is to resemble the Father God Pangu?"

"That's right." Lin Xuan nodded, walked to the edge of the mud and squatted down. "Head to the sky, feet on the ground, hands for work, feet for walking. This is the innate Dao body, the most suitable physique for cultivation."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan rolled up his sleeves and put his hands into the mud.

"Come, Goddess Nuwa, let me help you mix the mud. This is hard work."

Nuwa also squatted down, imitating Lin Xuan, and put her pair of jade-like hands, which were as white as snow, into the mud.

Their hands, churning in the mud, inevitably came into contact.

Nuwa's fingers were slender and cool, while Lin Xuan's palms were broad and warm.

With each touch, Nuwa's heart skipped a beat. In all her life, apart from her brother Fuxi, she had never been this close to any male immortal. And Fuxi's feelings were like those of siblings, completely different from this strange sensation.

Lin Xuan seemed quite natural (pretending), mixing mud while chatting with Nuwa.

"Goddess Nuwa, the clay is about the right consistency. Would you like to try making one?"

Nuwa composed herself and began to act.

She imagined what she looked like, and the mud in her hands began to change shape.

This time, thanks to the support of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, the clay figure did not collapse.

Soon, a miniature version of Nuwa appeared in her hand. Although it didn't have facial features yet, its figure and temperament were exactly the same as the real Nuwa.

"It's done!" Nuwa exclaimed in delight.

She held the clay figure carefully, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Don't rush, it's not finished yet," Lin Xuan reminded him.

Nuwa nodded, stretched out her finger, and gently touched the clay figure's face.

A ray of divine light flashed by.

Facial features emerged on the clay figure's face, and its eyes blinked. Although it couldn't move yet, it already possessed a kind of spirit.

"Is this a human?" Nuwa looked at the clay figure in her hand, lost in thought.

"This is just a mold." Lin Xuan also grabbed a lump of clay. "Goddess Nuwa, look, I'll make one too."

Lin Xuan's technique was very fast.

He didn't sculpt anyone else; he sculpted Nuwa.

However, the version he sculpted has been slightly "artistically modified".

He sculpted a Nuwa dressed in a modern wedding gown. The gown had a long train, and she held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, with a shy smile on her face.

"Who is this?" Nuwa leaned closer, looking curiously at the clay figure in Lin Xuan's hand. "Why is it dressed so... strangely? But the clothes are quite nice, though."

Lin Xuan chuckled and held the clay figure up to Nuwa.

"This is my future wife."

"Wife?" Nuwa was taken aback. "What is that?"

"It's a Daoist partner, a wife, someone you'll spend your life with." Lin Xuan looked at Nuwa with burning eyes. "Goddess Nuwa, don't you think this clay figure looks a lot like you?"

boom!

Nuwa's face instantly turned bright red, the redness extending all the way to her ears.

What is this?

Is this considered a confession?

In this ancient world that values ​​subtlety, Lin Xuan's direct approach was too aggressive.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" Nuwa stood up in a panic, turning away from Lin Xuan, not daring to look at him. "You're so frivolous! Destroy that clay figure!"

"That won't do." Lin Xuan carefully tucked the clay figure into his arms. "This is my masterpiece; I want to keep it as a souvenir. We'll talk about it later... cough cough, later."

Nuwa listened to the commotion behind her, her mind in complete turmoil.

This guy is incredibly bold.

But why am I not angry? Instead, I feel a little... secretly pleased?

"call……"

Nuwa took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the ripples in her heart. This was a crucial moment for proving her Dao; she could not let personal feelings disturb her resolve.

"Stop fooling around." Nuwa turned around, her face stern (though still quite red). "Let's get down to business."

She began to concentrate on sculpting the figure.

One by one, clay figures took shape in her hands. Some were male, some were female, some were tall, and some were short.

Lin Xuan stopped causing trouble and started helping out from the side.

But he found that this method was too slow. The primordial world is so vast, how long would it take to mold it all?

"Goddess Nuwa, this is too slow." Lin Xuan broke off a gourd vine from the side (a primordial gourd vine, which had been waiting there for a long time), which was covered in mud.

"Watch me!"

Lin Xuan swung it forcefully.

clap clap clap!

Countless mud droplets flew out.

After the mud splatters landed, they grew in the wind and instantly transformed into lively little people.

Although these figures that were thrown out weren't as exquisitely crafted as those sculpted by hand, their sheer quantity made up for it!

Nuwa's eyes lit up.

"Great idea!"

She took the gourd vine, got it covered in mud, and started frantically flicking mud off.

For a time, mud splattered everywhere along the riverbank.

The two were like two children playing wildly, forgetting the majesty of a saint and their identity as members of the witch clan, immersing themselves only in the joy of creating life.

As the last speck of mud landed, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil on the ground was used up.

The riverbank was densely packed with 129,600 mud figures.

At this moment, the world was silent.

All the clay figures had their eyes closed, as if they were waiting for something.

Nuwa stepped to the front, and an unprecedentedly grand aura erupted from her body.

That was the aura of a saint.

She bit her fingertip, flicked out a drop of her blood, and let it merge into the 129,600 clay figures.

"Today, I, Nuwa, have comprehended the Way of Heaven and created a race."

"This race is called—Humans!"

Rumble!

As the last word fell, the once clear sky instantly became stormy and turbulent.

The clay figures all opened their eyes at once.