Primordial Era: Something's Wrong with This Generation of Witch Clan

Chapter 41 Pan Huang's Guidance, Nuwa Creates Humans

Upon hearing Nuwa's words, Panhuang smiled.

"Fellow Daoist, the time for you to attain enlightenment is not yet ripe." Pan Huang shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Nuwa asked, frowning.

The Primordial Purple Qi has been trembling for the past thousand years. According to the messages coming from the Primordial Purple Qi, her opportunity to attain enlightenment is just around the corner. So why would Pan Huang say that his time to attain enlightenment has not yet come?

"Because...because Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you have not truly experienced creation yet, and you do not understand your power of creation. If I were to point it out, it might mislead you," Pan Huang said.

What he actually meant was, "You're already having a baby before you even have a marriage certificate. Will you have enough merit by then?"

But he held back the words. Wasn't it better not to have a heavenly marriage? At least it wouldn't increase the fortune of the demon race. Besides, with Di Jun and Tai Yi's fates uncertain, why bother with a mere feather-like heavenly marriage?

Another point is that he had told the Moon Goddess that they would die if they encountered the Sun Goddess, so Pan Huang forcibly swallowed the topic of celestial marriage and instead said that Nuwa did not yet understand her own way of creation.

Hearing Pan Huang's words, Nuwa frowned even more deeply. "I don't understand the Way of Creation enough? What is all this nonsense?"

Seeing Nuwa's reaction, Pan Huang remained silent. He casually picked up a clay sculpture from the ground beside Nuwa that looked like a tiger, a lion, and a bull. He channeled the power of law into his hand, and soon, a monster with the head of a lion, the body of a tiger, and the limbs and horns of a bull appeared before Pan Huang.

After it appeared, it excitedly circled around Panhuang, but after only a few circles, the power of law on its body disappeared, and the monster immediately collapsed to the ground, turning into a puddle of mud.

When Nuwa saw this, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face. Then she casually picked up the clay sculpture she had just made and poured her creative power into it.

As the power of creation was poured in, the clay sculpture began to exude a sense of life, and soon, a living being appeared before Nuwa.

When this being appeared, the Primordial Purple Qi within Nuwa's body fluctuated slightly, but this fluctuation quickly disappeared. This indicates that her direction was correct, but it was not the final path to sainthood.

After thinking for a while, Nuwa took another clay sculpture from the side. With the infusion of the power of creation, the clay sculpture quickly gained the power of life, but it was still not what Nuwa wanted. She kept sculpting and trying.

A hundred years passed slowly. Pan Huang stayed by Nuwa's side, watching her actions. During these hundred years, Nuwa experimented constantly, but she could not achieve the feeling she wanted.

Now, a hundred years have passed, and the first clay sculpture infused with Nuwa's power of creation has died, leaving Nuwa stunned for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you try using your essence blood?" Pan Huang reminded Nuwa, seeing that she hadn't achieved any results.

"That's right!" Nuwa's eyes lit up after hearing Panhuang's words. If she combined her essence blood with the power of creation, she might really be able to create living beings.

Thinking of this, Nuwa took out a lump of mud from the pool and began to knead it. Soon, a monster with a camel's head, a goose's neck, eagle's claws, a tiger's single leg, shrimp-like whiskers, and protruding ears and eyes, covered in scales, appeared in Nuwa's hands.

Looking at what Nuwa had created, Panhuang felt ashamed. Were all people in the prehistoric world so peculiar in their aesthetic sense?

After creating the monster, Nuwa pricked her fingertip and forced a drop of blood onto the monster's forehead. Then, the power of creation flowed into the clay sculpture from the spot where the blood had been.

This time, Nuwa felt something different—a sense of dynamism. Yes, dynamism. After the life force appeared, Nuwa felt a sense of dynamism that none of the previous clay sculptures had ever experienced.

Soon, with a flash of green light, the clay monster became a living being.

"Greetings, Mother!" The monster knelt down and said to Nuwa immediately after being created by her.

"You are the first creature I created, so you shall be called Dragon-Bearded Tiger." Nuwa looked at the monster before her, growing more and more fond of it.

"Dragon Beard Tiger thanks Mother for bestowing this name upon him," Dragon Beard Tiger quickly said.

Looking at the monster before her, Nuwa's face revealed a loving expression. The primordial purple energy within her body was trembling wildly, indicating that she was on the right track. As long as she continued her research, she would surely become a saint.

"Fellow Daoist, do you possess the Nine Heavens Breath Soil?" With that thought, Nuwa turned to look at Panhuang.

Pan Huang nodded, then took out a small piece of Nine Heavens Breath Soil and threw it directly into the puddle in front of Nuwa.

After the Nine Heavens Breath Soil fell into the water pit, the mud in the pit instantly turned bright yellow, and its spiritual energy increased significantly.

Based on the previous speculation, Nuwa began to create things from the mud in the water pit, and soon she was surrounded by all kinds of monsters.

"Good heavens, the case is solved! The monsters in the Classic of Mountains and Seas must have been created by Nuwa, right?" Looking at those strangely shaped monsters, Pan Huang helplessly covered his forehead.

As Nuwa created more and more monsters, the trembling of the Primordial Purple Qi became more and more intense, showing signs that it might explode at any moment and merge with her primordial spirit, but the Primordial Purple Qi just wouldn't explode.

"What's going on? Is there something I've overlooked?" Nuwa stopped creating and looked at the monsters in front of her with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, what do you think of the demon race? What do you think of my witch race?" Pan Huang suddenly asked at this moment.

"What do you mean by this, fellow Daoist?" Nuwa asked, puzzled.

"What I mean is, what do you think of my Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, fellow Daoist?" Pan Huang asked with a smile.

But Nuwa frowned, looking thoughtful, still unable to understand what Panhuang meant by those words.

"Isn't it supposed to be that you'll understand everything with just a little guidance? Why does this version of Nuwa seem to understand nothing? Am I supposed to just feed her all this stuff?" Seeing Nuwa like this, Pan Huang covered his forehead in exasperation.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, let me ask you this: how do the things you created compare to the demon race and to my witch race?" Pan Huang asked in a different way.

It wasn't that he didn't want to say it directly, but what Nuwa realized and what he said were two different concepts. Nuwa had already lost the merit of the Heavenly Marriage. If he revealed it to her, she would lose a large part of her merit, and it would be difficult for her to even become a saint.

"There's no comparison! This is merely something I experimented with," Nuwa said without a second thought.

After she finished speaking, Nuwa immediately froze on the spot.

"There's no comparison! There's no comparison! Yes, why is there no comparison?" Nuwa murmured to herself.

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"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, what kind of physique do you think is the strongest in the primordial world? Or to put it another way, why are we in our current state?" Pan Huang asked, seizing the opportunity as Nuwa seemed to be finally getting the hang of things.

"It's because of the Great God Pangu. We have innate Dao bodies, which are the most suitable physiques for cultivating the Dao."

"That's right. Now let's turn it around. Fellow Daoist Nuwa, what do you think of the demon race and my witch race?" Pan Huang said with a smile.

Upon hearing these words again, the primordial purple energy within Nuwa surged even more violently, even developing cracks.

She still didn't answer Pan Huang's question this time. Instead, she sat cross-legged by the puddle. Pan Huang smiled when he saw this. Was the human race finally about to be born?

During her moment of enlightenment, Nuwa's hand suddenly moved, and under her unconscious kneading, a woman with a human body and a snake tail quickly appeared in her hand.

However, before the woman with a human body and a snake tail had fully taken shape, Nuwa kneaded her snake tail again, and finally it turned into a pair of legs. Thus, the first person finally appeared in front of Panhuang.

It was at this moment that Nuwa opened her eyes and looked at the clay figure in her hand. Her eyes gleamed with a sharp light. This was her Dao. She had finally found her Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, do you think there's any difference between us?" Panhuang asked again just as Nuwa was about to make a move.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak plainly. This humble Daoist has now attained enlightenment regarding his own Dao."

"A single yin cannot produce life, nor can a single yang grow," Pan Huang said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa looked at the woman who had already been sculpted, then at the roughly formed clay figure in her hand, and smiled knowingly.

A few breaths later, a clay figure that looked somewhat similar to Panhuang appeared before Nuwa.

Nuwa then forced out two drops of blood, and with the help of her own creation, the two clay figures came to life in a dozen breaths.

"Greetings, Holy Mother!" The man and woman immediately knelt down before Nuwa after they appeared.

Upon seeing the two people kneeling before her, a portion of the Primordial Purple Qi within Nuwa's body suddenly dissolved and merged directly with her primordial spirit.

Nuwa smiled, her hands moving without stopping. This was her Dao, which was to recreate a race to replace the Wu and Yao races. This was the hint given to her by the Primordial Purple Qi after she created these two people.

After an unknown amount of time, three thousand clay figures of men and women appeared before Nuwa. With a wave of her hand, blood and the power of creation fell upon these clay figures, and soon, these three thousand people became real living beings.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, here you go!" Pan Huang handed over Si Teng's true form at this moment.

Upon seeing the whip that Pan Huang handed her, Nuwa smiled and nodded. After taking the whip, Nuwa directly sprinkled her blood into the puddle.

This blood was no ordinary blood; it contained Nuwa's essence blood. However, Nuwa had already lost a drop of essence blood when she was shaping those three thousand people, and this time she lost another drop. Yet, this time the essence blood did not stain the puddle red at all.

Seeing this, Pan Huang also forced out a drop of his essence blood, which fell into the puddle, instantly turning it golden-red.

Seeing this, Nuwa imbued Si Teng's body with the power of creation. With a lash of her whip, countless mud droplets fell to the ground. After landing, these mud droplets rolled and transformed into a human.

As Nuwa swung her whip, more and more mud splatters fell to the ground. All the mud splatters that fell to the ground turned into human beings. After all the mud in the puddle was used up, 129,600 human beings had appeared around Nuwa, which was exactly the number of one.

"Greetings, Holy Mother!" The clay figures knelt down before Nuwa in unison.

boom--

After the clay figures knelt in worship, the primordial purple energy within Nuwa's body exploded and merged with her primordial spirit.

At this moment, endless merits appeared on the horizon, so many that they dyed the sky gold.

After this merit appeared, one-tenth went to Pan Huang, one-tenth to Si Teng, one-tenth to all the clay figures present, and the remaining seven-tenths went entirely to Nuwa.

When the merit fell upon Pan Huang, he did not absorb it, but collected it. He wanted to wait until the merit accumulated to a certain level before using it to nurture his primordial spirit. At present, this amount of merit was not enough.

After receiving these merits, Si Teng's body shone with golden light, and his aura began to become unstable.

However, as the merits were absorbed, the aura gradually stabilized. In the end, Si Teng's aura remained at the level of a high-grade innate spiritual treasure. Although it did not reach the top grade that Pan Huang had expected, it was still quite good.

After the remaining merits fell upon Nuwa, her aura began to rise, progressing from mid-stage Quasi-Saint to late-stage, peak, Sub-Saint, and finally Saint.

When Nuwa's aura broke through to the level of a saint, the entire prehistoric world trembled. Then, purple qi traveled 30,000 miles eastward, auspicious omens appeared in the sky, golden lotuses sprouted from the earth, and a strange fragrance and terrifying pressure spread throughout the entire prehistoric world.

Pan Huang felt it most deeply, but at this moment he only bent down and made him kneel down. This pressure was not enough, after all, he was someone who could withstand the pressure of Pangu.

"I am Nuwa. I am saddened by the scarcity of life on the primordial land, and the constant warfare and heavy sins among the various races. Therefore, I have created a race based on the innate Dao body, named Human. All the races of the primordial world shall not disturb the Human race for the next 100,000 years." Nuwa's voice resounded throughout the entire primordial world.

"Thank you for the Holy Mother's protection!" The humans all knelt on the ground.

"Greetings, Goddess Nuwa!" The Three Pure Ones bowed towards Buzhou Mountain from Kunlun Mountain, their eyes filled with envy and resentment.

If the Witch Clan hadn't removed their creation mark, they might have been the first to achieve sainthood.

"Greetings, Goddess Nuwa!" Jieyin and Zhunti also stood up and bowed towards the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

All the myriad races of the primordial world knelt down facing Mount Buzhou, calling her Nuwa.

"I will be opening a Daoist temple in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. Fellow Daoists are welcome to come and witness the ceremony," Nuwa said again.

She then turned her gaze to Pan Huang: "Fellow Daoist, the emergence of the human race is inseparable from your support. From now on, the human race will be entrusted to your care."

"Goddess Nuwa, I can take care of the human race and even make them the protagonists of heaven and earth, but the premise is that it may affect your fortune in the human race." Pan Huang said to Nuwa.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this? I am very grateful for your help in becoming a saint, but you have also received corresponding merits." Nuwa's brows immediately furrowed.

(End of this chapter)