Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 91 The Lich Wars Between Humans

Buzhou Mountain.

Qingyi replanted Pangu's stone tablet in its original position.

The stone tablet is very different from what it used to be.

In addition to the two slender dragon maiden carvings, there are now two more noble phoenix maiden carvings.

In a flash of inspiration, the two dragon maidens and phoenix maidens emerged from the stone tablet.

After bowing to Chao Qingyi, he took the "Innate Spiritual Treasure Cleaning Handkerchief" that Nuwa had made for him and began to clean the stone tablet.

She gently murmured, "Great God Pangu, you've had a hard time on this trip. Try my newly blended essential oil."

Qingyi clicked his tongue in amazement; anyone who didn't know better would think this was the Pangu Club.

The dragon and phoenix clans have really gotten their hands on this.

Suddenly, a pair of soft hands touched Qingyi's forehead, and Wangshu's clear, cold voice rang out.

"I've also learned a bit about it, do you want to give it a try?"

"This trip was quite tiring, it's time to relax."

Qingyi entered the temple.

As time went by, Tongtian, who had broken through to the first level of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm, was the first to return to Pangu Mausoleum.

Upon returning, Tongtian couldn't wait to approach Qingyi.

"Uncle, I sense that the human race created by Nuwa—"

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi both noticed it, but Tong Tian naturally felt it even more clearly.

Heaven was getting impatient; it stopped acting and was practically urging him to discover the method to become a saint.

"Your perception is correct."

Qing Yi spoke calmly, "However, it's not time yet."

"Since Nuwa stipulated that the human race should not be disturbed for ten cycles, let's wait until after ten cycles to discuss it."

Even with a large human population, people don't accumulate much merit.

Tongtian nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Qingyi then turned his attention to the three most powerful energies in the primordial world.

The demon race, the witch race, and the human race.

This time, Hongjun didn't intervene, but the fortunes changed on their own.

It seems that the emergence of humans has reignited a new conflict between the Lich and Demon races.

Even Qingyi was curious, given how far he had gotten the situation.

The Wu tribe is about to relocate to the underworld. How can the Wu and Yao tribes fight each other?

Over the next two thousand years, the innate deities gradually returned.

Nuwa and Houtu have also emerged from seclusion, and they have already sorted out their gains.

Nuwa began to prepare her sermon, while Houtu had too many matters concerning the underworld and needed to come out to arrange them.

Inside Pangu's Mausoleum, the dark yellow prayer mats were already in place, and most of the innate deities were seated, awaiting the sermon of the first sage of humanity.

But at the very front, there were dozens of empty prayer cushions.

Although there is no particular seating arrangement at Pangu Mausoleum, the front seats are voluntarily reserved for the strongest individuals.

The empty seats are occupied by the Ancestral Witches and the Demon Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

Just as many sacred doubts arose, the Ancestral Witch, Emperor Jun, and Taiyi entered while arguing.

"Hmph, Di Jun, let me tell you, this time your demon race won't be able to compete with my witch race for it!"

Dijiang grumbled and flexed his muscles.

Di Jun's face was cold. "Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, the human race was created by Fellow Daoist Nuwa and is part of the primordial beings. How is it that we are fighting with your Wu Clan for them?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang gave a cold smile.

"You also know that the human race was created by the goddess Nuwa?"

"Don't you know that Nuwa was originally my uncle's apprentice? She's one of our Wu tribe's own people?"

"If you dare say another word, I'll summon the Father God to chop you down!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi's expressions immediately became even uglier.

Damn it, for the ten thousandth time I hate that I don't have any elders alive.

Damn it, I lost again in terms of background and connections.

But we absolutely cannot afford to lose again.

"snort!"

Taiyi snorted coldly.

"You should be glad the fair arena is set up in Pangu Mausoleum. If it were set up in the starry sky, with our demon race unleashing the full power of the Zhou Tian Star Array, the outcome would be uncertain!"

Just as Dijiang was about to say something, he saw Qingyi and Nuwa appear.

They immediately ran over there, all excited.

"Uncle, Nuwa, my sister."

Di Jun and Tai Yi immediately stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Alright, I'm about to start the sermon, we're just waiting for you guys."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and explained, "These two scruffy birds and I were so engrossed in watching Nuwa create the human race that we came back a little late."

Qingyi didn't speak upon hearing this, but instead looked at Nuwa.

Qingyi means that this is your problem, and you should handle it yourself.

He's already a saint; in other words, he's considered to have completed his apprenticeship.

Qingyi naturally wouldn't teach Nuwa how to do it step by step anymore.

We should also consider the true value of Nuwa as a saintly figure.

Nuwa understood Qingyi's meaning.

He spoke with a smile.

"Brother Dijiang, what are you doing looking at the human race? I heard you arguing just now, and it seemed to be related to the human race as well."

"Could it be that you feel there are some shortcomings in what I, as a human being, have created?"

"No!" Dijiang waved his hands repeatedly.

"This human creation is absolutely brilliant; I'm currently competing with the mongrels for it."

At this point, Dijiang patted his chest.

"Sister Nuwa, could you spare some human beings for me? I've discovered that although there aren't many strong individuals among the human race, they are exceptionally intelligent."

"I want to get some humans to breed blood food for me; the food they breed will definitely taste amazing."

"Of course, our witch clan doesn't use this for nothing. If the human race needs any help, they can also ask."

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking, Dijun immediately stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, our demon race is also cultivating blood food and wishes to invite some humans to heaven. We are willing to offer positions in the demon court in return."

Good heavens, that's really good heavens.

Qingyi was stunned.

The emergence of the human race has already shaped the competition between the lich and the demon race.

It's not about stealing food from humans, nor is it about using humans to forge witch-slaying swords; it's about using humans for animal husbandry?

I must say, these young men have excellent taste.

However, this Dijiang is still not very bright; at a time like this, he's still calling Nuwa "sister"?

We've learned our lesson.

Nuwa was speechless. To be honest, she hadn't had time to properly observe the human race yet.

In some ways, it was a dereliction of duty; she was indeed very busy during this period.

But she never expected that someone knew more about the human race than she did.

Nuwa thought for a moment and said, "You don't need to tell me these things. Although I am the Holy Mother of the Human Race, I can't do everything myself, otherwise I would be restricting them. You can talk to the leaders of the Human Race. If the conditions are right, someone will surely agree."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang and Dijun's eyes lit up.

However, Nuwa added, "But within ten cycles, you must not disturb the human race."

These were the golden rules she established when she became a saint, and she couldn't possibly break them herself.

This prompted Qingyi, who was watching from the side, to nod silently.

Nuwa handled it very well; she had a bottom line.

As a saint, one only needs to adhere to one's bottom line.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Emperor Jun understands."

Di Jun bowed to express his gratitude.

"Then thank you very much, Sister Nuwa. Don't worry, I will make sure that the human race doesn't suffer any losses."

Dijiang also said casually.

Because the human race was created by Nuwa, and Nuwa has always been the holy leader of their generation, neither of them had any intention of eating people from beginning to end. *cough cough*

Suddenly, Houtu appeared, dressed in imperial robes and wearing a crown.

Dijiang was taken aback, then overjoyed. He wanted to say something, but was suddenly pointed at by Houtu and couldn't speak.

"You think you can call her Nuwa now?"

Houtu said sternly, "Now that Nuwa is a saint of humanity, you'd better straighten out your attitude from now on."

Nuwa sat there without saying a word, while Houtu scolded her brother, saying, "That's right, she won't undermine you."

Dijiang immediately became docile, and the other ancestral witches also turned into quails.

"We have met the Holy Mother."

The eleven ancestral shamans immediately performed the ritual.

"Get up, brothers, you're too kind."

Nuwa still smiled warmly.

Dijiang glanced at Houtu again before quickly and politely saying he dared not, and then stood up.

Houtu's expression then softened.

"Isn't this what they know how to do? It's all because they're spoiled. What about me?"

"We have met with Lady Pingxin."

The eleventh ancestral shaman bowed again.

Qingyi was pleased.

Houtu, not bad!

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