Playing with Mud Is the Way to Go! Sister Nuwa Takes You to Handicraft Class!
"Play in the mud!"
Upon hearing these three words, Lin Shen Can's eyes lit up instantly, sparkling like a galaxy.
For him, the joy of molding clay was second only to eating it and watching his Master fight.
What's more, this time I'm with the most beautiful Empress Nuwa in the world!
"Okay, okay! Where shall we go to find the most fun mud?" Lin Shen's little hands gripped Nuwa's sleeve, his tiny body filled with immense anticipation.
Nuwa smiled, her eyes, reflecting the Cosmic Birth and Death, sweeping across the netherworld.
This place is overly yin and stagnant, unsuitable for nurturing new life.
With a slight thought, the Divine Light of Creation rippled outwards like water, enveloping Lin Shen and instantly traversing endless space.
The next moment, the two found themselves in a Primordial World valley filled with spiritual energy and celestial flowers.
This is the sacred site of Nuwa, Feng Xi Mountain.
"Lin Shen, look."
Nuwa gently raised her delicate hand and pointed towards a clearing in the valley.
The earth was no longer inanimate; it came alive, beating gently like a heart.
A handful of divine soil bursts forth from the ground. It is not static, but constantly generating and growing, surrounded by nine-colored rays of light, exuding a supreme aura of "great virtue carries all things".
This is the supreme treasure of heaven and earth, transformed from the Chaos Breathing Soil — the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil!
This thing can create continents and give rise to all things; it is the authority of Mother Earth.
At this moment, however, it will become a handful of "clay" in Nuwa's hands, used to create new life.
"Soil alone is not enough."
Nuwa looked at Lin Shen, winked mysteriously, as if sharing a secret known only to the two of them.
"We need to add some water to make the mud softer so it'll be more fun."
Before she finished speaking, three supreme Daoist auras descended from the void almost simultaneously!
A wisp of pure, effortless energy dripped a drop of divine water, seemingly empty yet encompassing everything; this is known as the "Water of Taiqing Non-action."
A wisp of pure, majestic energy dripped a drop of divine water, its shimmering light reflecting the solemn order of heaven and earth—this is known as the "Yuqing Order Water."
A sharp, pure aura drips onto a drop of divine water, stirring up a surge of sword intent. It contains an unparalleled sharpness capable of slicing through everything and seizing life force; this is known as the "Shangqing Water of Life Interception."
Three drops of divine water, carrying the Sage's path, converged in the air and merged into a pool of spiritual liquid reflecting the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars.
Three Lights Divine Water!
"Take it."
The Taiqing Saint's indifferent voice rang out, as if he were only talking about a trivial matter, but his philosophy of "Governing by non-action" had already been quietly imprinted in it.
"Hmph, do not dishonor our Great Dao."
The arrogant voice of Yuanshi Tianzun was filled with absolute confidence in his "mandate of heaven for the Chan Sect".
"Shen'er! Remember to make a cool sword for the little one! Like the Third Master made!"
The voice of the Tongtian Jiaozhu followed closely behind, filled with an unyielding Battle Intent.
These three Sages, separated by billions of miles of void, forcibly participated in this "discussion on the Dao" concerning the creation of heaven and earth!
Seeing this, Nuwa smiled knowingly.
She drew upon the Three Lights Divine Water and slowly poured it upon the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.
"Zzz--"
A wondrous sound, as if originating from the beginning of Chaos.
Divine water and divine soil mingled, instantly transforming into a Chaos Qi, with a texture as smooth as jade and an aroma reminiscent of a newborn baby—divine mud!
Wow! The mud smells so good and looks so beautiful!
Lin Shen couldn't resist any longer and pounced on him, grabbing a large ball and kneading it with his chubby little hands.
Nuwa also sat down cross-legged, her slender fingers gently kneading the divine clay. Every movement was in harmony with the principles of creation, full of the beauty of creation.
Soon, a clay figure with delicate features and a perfect shape was born in her hands.
Lin Shen followed suit, clumsily kneading the dough.
The little figure he sculpted was crooked and twisted, with a big head and a small body, like a radish that had just come to life.
"Sister, sister, look at what I made!" He proudly held up his "radish spirit" as if it were a treasure.
Nuwa looked at the adorably ugly clay doll, her eyes full of approval.
"Lin Shen's sculpting is excellent! Look how steadily he stands; he'll definitely be very capable in the future!"
At this moment, all the powerful beings in the entire Primordial World could no longer remain calm.
Creating a new race! This is a momentous event that will determine the future destiny of the nation!
A Daoist aura, lighter than the wind, descended from the heavens and merged into the divine mud.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, this race should have a desire for freedom, unbound by the constraints of heaven and earth." Kunpeng's voice drifted over, as he wanted to brand this newborn race with the mark of "freedom."
"Excellent! This clan must have the potential for wisdom and be destined to be connected with our Western Paradise." The voices of Jieyin and Zhunti rang out, and two beams of Golden Light of Merit were injected into the divine mud without warning, attempting to reserve future "clients".
"Hmph! Without a strong physique, what else can we talk about!"
With a roar, the twelve Ancestral Witch' malevolent energy condensed into a phantom of a drop of Pangu's Blood Essence, which crashed fiercely into the divine mud! They wanted this newborn race to inherit the Witch Clan's indomitable spirit of fighting against heaven and earth!
Boom!
The divine mud instantly became incredibly tough, radiating an aura like that of Primordial World beast.
"Enough!"
A thunderous roar erupted as Di Jun and Tai Yi tore through the void and descended in their true forms!
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is Sage of my demon race! She created the human race, which should be subordinate to my demon race. How dare you barbarians lay a finger on her!"
Di Jun spoke with righteous indignation, but the next second he approached Lin Shen with a big smile and took out a Solar Golden Crow's original feather.
"Young friend, look! Give your little figures wings, and they'll be able to roam the skies just like your uncle!"
It seemed that this "Handicraft Class" was about to turn into a battlefield where Sage powers were vying for the "right to interpret the orthodox tradition."
Lin Shen, the "chief art director," is finally unhappy.
He looked at the "modified" clay figures in front of him, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.
Some of the clay figures have wings on their backs, yet they exude a murderous aura, their eyes filled with the savagery of the Witch Clan and the arrogance of the demon clan.
Some clay figurines have a solemn appearance, chanting Buddhist mantras, but in their hands they hold miniature models of the Immortal Slaying Sword, which looks incongruous.
These "finished products," forcibly infused with various grand principles, are full of inherent contradictions and conflicts; they are no longer pure, no longer "fun."
"It's not good! It's not fun at all!"
Lin Shen pouted her little mouth, waved her little hand, and pushed all these "Sibuxiang" over, kneading them back into a lump of Chaos.
He ran to Nuwa's side and hugged the most primitive, purest clay figure, devoid of any "adulterations from the Great Dao."
He tilted his little face up and, with an unquestionable, absolute authority befitting a "Client Daddy," loudly proclaimed in his childish voice:
"I want this one!"
"Don't add anything!"
"This one is the best looking!"
As soon as those words were spoken, all the debates and discussions of the great principles of heaven and earth fell silent instantly.
All the divine thoughts of Sage and powerful beings ceased.
Yes.
Why give them the wings of demons, the power of witches, the freedom of immortals, and the wisdom of Buddhas?
Only a blank sheet of paper has the potential to write everything.
Only when it is empty can it contain the whole world.
The final form of humanity was determined at this moment by a three-year-old child.
They don't have to be born strong, but they possess unlimited potential.
They are simply themselves.
It was born into this world with the purest, cleanest, and most perfect "possibility".