Mount Buzhou, once a place brimming with spiritual energy and blooming with countless flowers, has become utterly desolate after the great war between the Wu and Yao races. Everywhere are littered with the remains of corpses and deep craters from the battle. The once abundant immortal herbs and trees have been almost entirely destroyed, leaving only a handful remaining within a radius of ten thousand miles. Even after three thousand years, it has barely recovered. The desolate Mount Buzhou is now a place few living beings dare to set foot on. It is no longer a sacred mountain, but only a few weak creatures linger there.
One day, Nuwa traveled through the primordial wilderness, seeking the opportunity to become a saint, and unknowingly arrived at Buzhou Mountain.
"Alas!" Looking at the desolate Buzhou Mountain, where even birds and beasts had almost disappeared due to its barrenness, Nuwa couldn't help but sigh heavily. She felt lonely and sorrowful. A great war, a scheme, and the demon race had been utterly destroyed. The witch race, which had occupied Buzhou Mountain, could only survive in the barren lands of the north. How unjust was the way of Heaven!
Thinking of this, Nuwa suddenly had an idea: why not create a race herself? This would not only make up for the desolation of Buzhou Mountain and restore some vitality to it, but the emergence of a new race could also take on some of the karmic consequences for the demon race.
A flash of inspiration struck Nuwa, and she quickly began to calculate. After a short while, a smile appeared on Nuwa's face. She reached out and took a piece of soil from the desolate land of Buzhou Mountain, and began to knead it skillfully with both hands. In a few breaths, she had kneaded a strange animal that resembled nothing else.
"Phew..." Looking at the strange creature she had created, Nuwa gently placed it on the ground and blew on it softly.
The next moment, the clay-molded creature seemed to come alive and moved, but after only a few movements and a few steps, its body began to crack and eventually turned back into a pile of clay, unable to even maintain its clay form.
Looking at the strange creature that had turned back into a pile of mud, Nuwa pondered. Then she started calculating again, took more clay, and sculpted yet another strange creature. She blew on it again, but unfortunately, the result was still the same.
After failing again, Nuwa began to calculate once more and then created life again, but this time she changed her magic.
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"I've seen you fail dozens of times, using many different spells and materials, and even creating many shapes, but you can't create new life this way." After Nuwa's repeated calculations, attempts, and failures, a voice sounded behind her.
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