Chapter 110 Nuwa Becomes a Saint
Nuwa's words were ambiguous, and Fuxi immediately misunderstood, "Sister, could it be that you harbor feelings for Chang Hao?"
Moreover, Fuxi knew that Nuwa had discussed the matter of Daoist couples registering together with Chang Hao, although it had not been successful.
Nuwa gritted her teeth but forced a smile, "That's right, brother. If you dare to harm him, I'll ignore you." It's better that Fuxi misunderstood; having something to worry about will prevent him from going to his death.
"But Chang Hao doesn't seem to have any feelings for you. Why are you so stubborn, sister?" Fuxi pleaded, hoping that Nuwa would see the error of her ways. There was still Chang Xi on the Taiyin Star who was yearning for him but could not get him. From this perspective, Chang Hao was just a troublemaker.
"Alright, alright, I don't want to hear it, and I don't like to hear it." Nuwa wished she could plug her ears. If it weren't for her brother's safety, why would she have suffered this injustice?
Nuwa reluctantly agreed, but that didn't mean she couldn't get some interest from Fuxi. "Brother, how about giving me a few drops of blood?"
Nuwa's rebellion broke Fuxi's heart, but Fuxi was a good brother and never refused Nuwa. Even though he was troubled, he still patiently asked, "Do you want my essence blood?"
"Two drops of essence blood are enough." Fuxi wanted to give more to Nuwa but was reluctant to part with it; she could simply give more for herself.
Nuwa accepted the essence blood from Fuxi, but still couldn't help but admonish him, "Brother, you must remember my words. Chang Hao is not to be trifled with. Putting aside his own strength, he has the Dao Ancestor and the Three Pure Ones behind him. He cannot be offended."
"I know, I know, I'll mediate from time to time, are you satisfied now?" Fuxi could never do anything about Nuwa.
Nuwa was naturally satisfied. She changed her previous seriousness and smiled beautifully, displaying her graceful demeanor.
"Brother, go ahead and do your work. I'm busy right now and don't have time to entertain you," Nuwa said rudely, shooing him away.
Fuxi was furious. He had no time to entertain him but had time to stand up for Chang Hao. His sister was siding with outsiders and didn't even know who her real brother was.
Nuwa carefully separated a small portion of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, divided a drop of her own essence into countless parts, took one part and mixed it with the Three Lights Divine Water and various rare spiritual plants, then carefully refined it with a magic incantation. Her Dao was the Dao of Creation, the most vibrant of all.
And now she will use her way of creation to create life in order to prove her way. Although she cannot be compared with the great god Pangu, it is still a great feat of going from death to life.
After eighty-one days, Nuwa carefully picked up the milky-white, mud-like substance that was throbbing and beating. This substance had already come to life, but Nuwa still needed to give it a form.
Thinking of this, Nuwa glanced at herself, sculpted a humanoid creature with a snake tail that resembled her own appearance by about 50-60%, and finally, she infused it with a breath of immortal energy. The puppet blinked and came to life.
"Your name is Tengshe." Nuwa looked at the life she had created with satisfaction. It was born as a celestial being, and the rare and precious materials she had added were not wasted.
"Tengshe thanks her mother for bestowing this name upon her." Tengshe's eyes were full of adoration; to her, the one who created her was her birth mother.
Nuwa knew it was a success; this method was feasible.
However, Nuwa was not satisfied; she wanted a race, not just a single life form.
I took another portion of blood essence, divided it into several parts, and followed the original steps. Perhaps because I was more skilled, I was much faster.
When it came to shaping, Nuwa had a sudden inspiration: the creatures of the primordial world loved to show themselves in the form of the Dao, so why didn't she follow suit?
Since she had the idea, Nuwa, being a woman of action, simply created a model based on her own Daoist form. Looking at the girl who had come to life under her command, she was charming, lively, innocent, and sweet. Although her cultivation level was only that of an Earth Immortal, her innate Daoist body allowed her to cultivate rapidly, which was truly excellent.
Nuwa was greatly encouraged and used the essence blood left by Fuxi to perform the same procedure...
Nuwa, engrossed in creating humans, was so exhausted that she almost collapsed before she came back to her senses from the profound and mysterious Daoist aura. She saw that the mountains were filled with the creatures she had created, each with different features, young and old, all with first-class good looks, possessing the essence of heaven and earth, and each with its own unique charm.
but……
Nuwa pinched her arm, which she could barely lift; she was exhausted.
She had promised Chang Hao she wouldn't cut corners, so she used plenty of materials. But was it really necessary to separate them out and knead them slowly?
With this thought in mind, Nuwa lost all enthusiasm and simply took out a long whip made from her own shed snake skin. She threw the ever-reproducing Nine Heavens Breath Soil into the air, and with a flick of the whip, the mud-like substance scattered like stars in the sky before falling to the ground and transforming into countless living beings.
"Mother……"
"Greetings, Mother..."
Amidst the repeated calls of "Mother," a purple haze silently appeared on the horizon, gradually deepening in color and increasing in quantity...
"The primordial beings of the primordial world took human form, and their Dao bodies are called humans. From now on, you will be the human race."
Auspicious purple clouds appeared in the east, and Mount Buzhou was filled with auspicious energy. Streams of golden light of merit poured down and transformed into golden lotuses that fell to the ground, and the three thousand Heavenly Dao manifested.
As the sage attained sainthood, auspicious purple clouds appeared in the east, and all eyes turned to Mount Buzhou.
Amidst auspicious clouds, Nuwa's face appeared and disappeared. After bestowing the name "Human Race" upon the race she created, she ascended to the Thirty-Three Heavens. In the depths of chaos, the Nuwa Palace emerged...
"Nuwa has become a saint." Chang Hao, who was temporarily residing on the top of Buzhou Mountain, sighed as he looked at the magnificent scene, feeling extremely annoyed.
Upon seeing the little golden crow, Chang Hao realized that everything he had done to Di Jun before was a misunderstanding. He thought about how he had seriously injured Di Jun before leaving and wondered how Di Jun was doing now.
Reason told Chang Hao that he needed to eliminate the Little Golden Crow and reclaim its primordial spirit in order to have a chance to achieve the Great Dao.
However……
Chang Hao's complex and unreadable gaze fell upon the little golden crow...
Golden Crow, who says it wasn't driven by the trajectory of fate? This primordial spirit actually became a second-generation Golden Crow. This made Chang Hao suspicious. His primordial spirit could become a Golden Crow. Perhaps, he was originally a second-generation Golden Crow, but he forgot.
Chang Hao suspected that his memories were incomplete. He vaguely remembered the life in which he was held hostage by the 'system', but what about the beginning? Was his memory wiped clean by reincarnation, or was he ambushed after being held hostage?
Xiao Shi trembled slightly. He knew this was the original body. From the moment Chang Hao grabbed him and put him in his palm, his broken primordial spirit re-established a connection with the original body, and he remembered everything.
He himself was a part of Chang Hao and should return to his original body, but he truly couldn't bear to. Although he was born with congenital deficiencies and suffered greatly in the body of the little golden crow, his father and mother were very good to him, his uncle was also very kind, his aunt was very gentle, and his brothers, although noisy, were also lively...
Nine is the highest number, and his number ten was an unexpected one. He could never forget how his mother had taken such good care of him since birth, and how his father and uncle took turns keeping him alive. The beating of his heart was his source of peace of mind.
What should he do? He doesn't want to lose it.
A murderous intent gathered in Chang Hao's eyes. He lightly touched the little golden crow's brow with his finger. As soon as he touched it, this primordial spirit that had gained its own consciousness would return...
Little Ten blinked his dark, bright eyes, wiping away his tears, and said, "Chirp..." Could you please not tell Father, Mother, Uncle, and the others that Little Ten is no longer here?
Chang Hao didn't understand bird language, but he intuitively knew what the little golden crow was chirping about, and the deep reluctance he felt made his heart ache.
"It doesn't understand bird language..." Chang Hao sneered. It's ridiculous that a bird doesn't understand bird language. With the powerful divine soul of the Golden Crow, even after reincarnation, it should still have some extraordinary qualities.
Just like his mutated true fire of the sun, it only needs a spark to reignite its blazing flames. As long as his soul remains, it will be eternally indestructible.
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