The two squatted face to face, seemingly forgetting everything around them. Xuan Tian even forgot that he was plotting to gain merit from Nuwa. The two seemed to merge with the surrounding world, filled with harmony and peace.
After a long while, Nuwa let out a sweet laugh, "I've finally finished shaping it, senior brother. Look, how is mine? Isn't it even more beautiful than yours?"
"Haha, Junior Sister is indeed clever. It hasn't been long, and you've already sculpted better than me. It seems my time as your master is coming to an end, haha." Xuan Tian laughed and pointed at the clay figure in Nuwa's hand, saying, "But this thing is ultimately an inanimate object, without any spirit. It seems the problem lies with the material. Fortunately, I have some good materials here, which are perfect for sculpting this clay figure." He then took out a palm-sized lump of clay from the gourd and handed it to Nuwa.
"Nine Heavens Breath Soil! Senior Brother actually has such a treasure. Why didn't you take it out sooner? Senior Brother is probably a stingy person." Nuwa hurriedly took the Breath Soil from Xuantian, played with it in her hand, and scolded Xuantian.
Seeing Nuwa's expression, Xuantian's eyes were fixed on her, unable to see anything else. Nuwa, not hearing Xuantian's reply, looked up at him in surprise. Seeing him staring at her, she immediately understood what was going on, her face flushing red as she scolded, "Senior brother!...Senior brother!"
After being called twice, Xuantian finally woke up, his face full of embarrassment. He chuckled awkwardly, then looked at the Breath Soil and said to Nuwa, "Junior Sister's skills are better than mine now, why don't you use this Breath Soil to make it?"
Seeing Xuan Tian turn his head away, Nuwa felt both ashamed and delighted. She calmed herself down and said, "This Breath Soil is a primordial spiritual object. Don't you think it's a waste to use it to make mud? Nuwa dares not accept it."
"It's no pity. As long as Junior Sister is happy, Senior Brother will give her anything... uh... I mean... as long as Junior Sister likes it, Senior Brother... uh... I don't even know what to say." Xuan Tian was so happy that he said such things. He hurriedly covered it up, but then he didn't know what to say next. His face was embarrassed. He blamed beautiful women for being troublesome. His long-standing self-cultivation was ruined in one day.
Nuwa blushed even more, and the two remained silent for a long time. When they looked up and saw each other's faces, they both burst into laughter.
"Junior sister, this soil is good, but there is no good water. Let me go and fetch some Three Lights Divine Water." After saying this, Xuan Tian turned around and flew towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Before long, Xuan Tian returned, poured out the Three Lights Divine Water he had retrieved from the gourd, and helped Nuwa resolve the situation.
Once the clay was kneaded, Xuan Tian said to Nuwa, "Junior sister, your skills are better than mine, so you should do the sculpting."
Nuwa didn't refuse and started shaping them one by one. After Nuwa had shaped several, Xuantian discovered a major problem. Logically speaking, since the materials were all right, why did the clay figures still lack spirit? This shouldn't be the case. Suddenly, he realized that these clay figures still needed Nuwa's essence and blood to help them.
He then said to Nuwa, "Junior sister, drip some of your essence blood on it." Nuwa did as he was told, and Xuantian thought that since Nuwa was already doing it, his little bit wouldn't make a difference, so he sprinkled some of his own essence blood on it as well.
As soon as the essence blood adhered to the clay figure, the clay figure rolled in the wind and transformed into a living being with flesh and blood, bowing to Nuwa and Xuantian, saying, "Greetings, Holy Mother and Holy Father." Xuantian pretended not to hear, and Nuwa blushed with embarrassment.
Nuwa then sculpted several more, like this. Later, Nuwa found this too slow, so she dripped some of her essence blood into the mud. Nuwa then took out a gourd vine. (Xuantian, upon seeing this, thought: So Nuwa tore it off; it seems this thing truly has a connection with Nuwa.) Nuwa stirred the mud with the gourd vine and flung it onto an open ground. The mud fell to the ground and created people. As time passed, hundreds of thousands of people were created. Around Mount Buzhou, people continuously shouted the praises of the Holy Mother and Holy Father, creating a great commotion.
Xuan Tian asked, "Junior Sister, this race was created by you, so you should name it."
Nuwa thought for a moment and said, "Let them be called humans, the human race."
In a short while, a golden light of merit descended from the sky, but split into two. Seventy percent entered Nuwa's body, one ten percent was absorbed by the gourd root, and the other twenty percent flew towards Xuan Tian.
With the help of merit, Nuwa's primordial spirit merged with the primordial purple energy, and her cultivation level soared until she reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. The golden light gradually faded, revealing Nuwa's body, which now possessed a more profound and mysterious quality, and appeared even more dignified and beautiful.
The entire world underwent a great change. The power of the primordial stars descended from the sky, and all living beings bowed their heads and knelt in worship, calling him a sage.
From then on, Nuwa became a saint through the merit of creating humans, achieving the immortal and indestructible body of a Primordial Golden Immortal.
Two portions of merit flew towards Xuan Tian, who then collected them using the Qiankun Gourd. Seeing that Nuwa had achieved the status of a sage, he stepped forward, bowed to her, and said, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on becoming a Primordial Sage."
Nuwa, having attained sainthood through merit, was unlike the Three Corpses, who were devoid of compassion. She smiled and said to Xuantian, "Senior brother, there's no need for such formalities. I was able to become a saint thanks to your guidance, and I must thank you for helping me achieve enlightenment." After saying this, she bowed to Xuantian again.
Xuan Tian dared not accept it and hurriedly stepped aside. Although it was Nuwa who wanted to pay homage, it was a sacred ceremony that only Hong Jun could receive; no one else dared to accept it.
Nuwa said to Xuantian, "Senior brother, I have just attained enlightenment and still need to consolidate my cultivation. Senior brother also contributed to the creation of humans, so please take care of things for me."
“I dare not disobey your command. I will certainly take care of you with all my heart.” After Xuan Tian finished speaking, Nuwa left.
Xuan Tian turned around and looked at the dark mass of people. He really wanted to say: Damn, all of them are my underlings!
Three hundred years of human life, monsters kill people
Last time, we talked about how Nuwa created humans and became a saint, entrusting the newborn human race to Xuantian for care.
Xuan Tian looked at the human race below Buzhou Mountain and thought: "The human race is newly born, lacking much knowledge of life. Furthermore, the prehistoric world is in chaos, with rampant witches and demons. If I don't intervene, how can they survive? But I still need to cultivate and can't constantly oversee them. I have no disciples to take care of them completely; it's truly troublesome. Besides, the human race is weak. A wild beast that wanders around Buzhou Mountain could bring about their annihilation. It seems I can't let them stay on Buzhou Mountain. Right, I should relocate them to the Yellow River. In my previous life, the Yellow River was the cradle of the Chinese people, and it's very close to the East Sea, so I can better look after them."
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