Creation of the Human Clan, Nüwa Becomes a Saint

At the East Sea Shore, at the mouth of the great river, Nüwa was molding clay.

"Little sister, what are you making these clay figures for?" Fu Xi asked in confusion.

Nüwa gave a mysterious smile but did not answer. Instead, she continued molding clay in her own likeness.

After quite some time, she had made many clay dolls resembling herself, yet a troubled look appeared on her face again.

"No, something still seems to be missing. What could it be?" Nüwa muttered as she looked at the clay dolls.

Fu Xi swept his gaze over the clay dolls and casually said, "Little sister, the dolls you made are all female. There are no males, so they lack Yin-Yang energy."

Fu Xi's offhand remark made Nüwa's eyes light up, and she turned her gaze toward him.

After a long while, she spoke words that left Fu Xi utterly embarrassed.

In the end, Fu Xi still did as she asked. She was his little sister, after all. Of course he would indulge her.

With a wave of his hand, he removed all his clothing and stood naked before Nüwa.

Nüwa studied him carefully, missing no detail. After a long while, she began molding clay dolls again in Fu Xi's likeness.

Only after reaching a total of nine thousand did she finally stop in satisfaction.

Her gaze remained fixed on the female and male clay dolls, yet she still felt as though something was missing.

"Little sister, these clay dolls have no intelligence. They are dead objects," Fu Xi said again.

"No intelligence? Dead objects? Right, clay dolls need intelligence to become living beings."

Having thought of something, she summoned the Nine Heavens Breath Soil and Three Lights Divine Water she had obtained from Buzhou Mountain and began mixing clay again.

Then,