At Last, It Was My Turn to Bask in Fatherly Glory!

Nuwa tried molding the Breathing Soil into the shape of an Innate Dao Body. The clay figure had delicate features, complete limbs, and looked lifelike. Satisfied, she nodded, activated her Creation Divine Ability, and gently blew at it—

The clay figure wobbled, then with a plop, collapsed.

Nuwa: ...

She tried again, this time with even greater care, sculpting every single strand of hair.

Then she blew on it again.

With a puff, the clay figure deflated like a punctured ball and turned into another puddle of mud.

Anger began to surface on Nuwa's stunning face. The Creation Dao Charm around her grew restless, making the surrounding grass and trees sway wildly as though they were dancing disco.

No! Still not right! It has the form but not the spirit. What exactly am I missing? Nuwa was nearly driven mad. She could feel her opportunity to attain sainthood right in front of her, yet it was like looking through frosted glass—impossible to see clearly.

Creation! Not modification, not enlightenment, but complete and utter creation! Creating an entirely new, unprecedented living race!

Nuwa looked at Chen Song again. The meaning in her gaze was clear: Well? This was your idea, but it still has problems. You need to handle the after-sales service.

Chen Song swallowed, knowing that the critical moment had come. He organized his thoughts, putting on an expression of deep contemplation, then pointed at the puddles of failed clay figures on the ground and began his performance.

"Martial Uncle Nuwa, look at these... er, works of yours." He carefully chose his words. "Their appearance is certainly convincing, but they seem to lack something... a soul? They're like empty shells, without any internal drive."

He paused and observed Nuwa's expression. Seeing that she was deep in thought, he continued, "Think about it. Which of the myriad beings in the prehistoric world wasn't born from Innate Qi or the blood essence of some great power? The Dragon Clan has Ancestral Dragon's bloodline, the Phoenix Clan has Yuanfeng's origin, and even the plant spirits possess a trace of the True Spirit of an Innate Spiritual Root."

"So, having only an outer form without anything within—wouldn't that make them trees without roots, water without a source? Perhaps... that is the key to bringing life into being?"

"Source... blood essence... internal drive..." Nuwa murmured. Chen Song's words were like a sudden enlightenment, instantly dispersing all the fog in her heart!

That was right! She had remained fixated on outward appearances and Creation Divine Ability, yet overlooked the most fundamental thing about life—its inherited blood and source of creation! She herself was an Innate Divine Being. Her blood essence was the finest spark of life!

"I understand now!" An unprecedented light burst from Nuwa's eyes. Without hesitation, she formed a sword gesture with her fingers and forced out a dazzling drop of blood essence containing supreme Creation origin, carefully dripping it into the freshly kneaded Nine Heavens Breathing Soil!

Bzzz—!

The instant the blood essence merged with the Breathing Soil, the entire lump of clay seemed to gain a soul, erupting with unimaginable vitality and spiritual radiance! Nine-colored clouds of light soared into the sky, echoing the golden clouds of merit above!

Suppressing her excitement, Nuwa grabbed another handful of soil mixed with her blood essence. In her mind, she envisioned a new race: born weak, yet naturally intelligent; knowing reverence, and capable of reproducing. Mysterious Creation Dao Charm flowed from her fingertips. This was no longer casual sculpting—she was like a true creator, bestowing life itself.

A clay figure with distinct features and complete limbs gradually took shape in her hands. This time, a faint glow of life radiated from its entire body. Nuwa took a deep breath and gently blew out Creation Immortal Qi carrying her most beautiful blessings for life—

The clay figure landed on the ground and grew with the wind, transforming into a living being with black hair, black eyes, a well-proportioned body, and pure eyes tinged with confusion and curiosity! It moved its limbs, uttered its first syllable upon entering the world, then instinctively looked toward Nuwa, who had created it, with an expression of affection and closeness.

"It worked! It really worked!" Nuwa's voice trembled with excitement. She could clearly sense the marvelous blood connection between herself and this newborn being!

She immediately entered a frenzied figurine-making mode, carefully molding one Innate Human Race member after another. These humans personally created by Nuwa were all extraordinarily gifted and brimming with spirituality, and were known as the Innate Human Race.

They gathered around Nuwa, babbling like infants learning to speak, filled with dependence on her.

The Three Pure Ones nodded inwardly. Tongtian clicked his tongue in amazement. "Using one's own blood essence as the catalyst to awaken the source of creation and create an entirely new race—marvelous! Such merit truly deserves sainthood!" Yuanshi also gave a slight nod. "Though this race is newly born and weak, it accords with the Heavenly Dao. Spiritual light lies within them, and their future is promising." Countless runes flashed through Laozi's eyes as though he were deducing humanity's future.

However, a problem quickly arose. Molding them one at a time was far too inefficient! Nuwa looked at the mere hundred or so Innate Human Race members she had created, then sensed the increasingly dense golden merit clouds above, which seemed ready to press down at any moment. She began to grow anxious. At this rate, she would not finish even by the end of the calamity! Besides, continuously expending her mental energy and blood essence was more than even a peak Quasi-Saint could endure!

She stopped, rubbing her slightly sore wrist, and her gaze fell upon Chen Song once more. This time, her eyes burned even more fiercely.

"Senior Disciple Nephew Chen Song!" Nuwa's voice carried a trace of urgency. "I recall that you once gave me a section of Five Elements Branch. Unfortunately, your cultivation was still shallow at the time, and the branch lacked sufficient spirituality. Now that you have reached the Great Luo realm, could you... give me another section? I need one with the most vigorous vitality!"

Chen Song: !!!

It was here! What was meant to come had come after all! He knew he could not escape his role as the tool provider for humanity's creation!

He looked pleadingly toward his three elders.

Laozi watched his nose, and his nose watched his heart, as if his soul had wandered beyond the heavens.

Yuanshi raised his head to look at the sky, as though some peerless opportunity up there deserved his careful study.

Tongtian was even more direct, silently mouthing to Chen Song, "Give it to her! This is going to be entertaining!"

Chen Song wailed inwardly, but faced with Nuwa's impossible-to-refuse gaze, he could only nod through tears. Gritting his teeth, he snapped off the greenest, most vitality-filled section of Five Elements Branch from his true body—the Mutated Five-Needle Pine. The instant it left his body, the branch released dense Innate Five Elements Creation Qi, resonating with the Creation Dao Charm around Nuwa!

"Martial Uncle, please use it... gently..." Chen Song's heart ached so badly it twitched. This was the essence of his true body!

Nuwa took the Five Elements Branch, immediately feeling pure, gentle creative vitality spread up her arm and perfectly align with her own Dao of Creation. Overjoyed, she exclaimed, "Good! What an excellent branch! It is exactly what I need!"

She returned to the riverbank, dug up more Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, mixed it with Three Lights Divine Water, and drew in a trace of her own blood essence aura. Then she picked up the Five Elements Branch, took a deep breath, and plunged it into the mud, soaking it in muddy water filled with the potential of creation and the aura of a saint's blood essence.

The next moment, beneath everyone's gaze—including that of the Three Pure Ones—Empress Nuwa swung her arm like an uninhibited painter splashing ink across a canvas, fiercely whipping the mud-soaked Five Elements Branch toward the open ground—

Splash—!

Countless droplets of mud scattered like golden raindrops! The moment they struck the ground, they grew with the wind and transformed into living humans! Although these later-created humans were somewhat inferior in origin and foundation to the Innate Human Race, they were vast in number and instantly formed a sizable population!

"Ha ha ha! This is how it should be! This is how it should be!" Nuwa laughed heartily, fully entering the state of the prehistoric world's foremost assembly-line worker. Her arm moved so quickly it left afterimages, mud droplets flew like a waterfall, and humans emerged in dense waves like bamboo shoots after rain. Before long, they covered a vast stretch of riverbank, their chattering converging into a torrent of life!

Chen Song watched his precious branch go in and out of the mud, his heart bleeding. My branch! The essence I spent a thousand years cultivating! Martial Uncle, even a human-creation KPI shouldn't be pushed this hard! Even production-team donkeys wouldn't dare use tools like this!

Above the sky, the boundless golden clouds of merit had gathered to their utmost limit. Their scale was unprecedented since the creation of heaven and earth!

At last, Nuwa felt that the Human Race had reached an initial scale and that fate had decreed it. She ceased her movements. Her aura completely resonated with the Heavenly Dao, and the Primordial Violet Qi fused with her perfectly!

Boom—!

A supreme, indescribable, irresistible holy might that transcended all things swept across the entire prehistoric world like the shockwave of a cosmic explosion!

Purple Qi Comes from the East for thirty thousand miles; countless auspicious rays illuminated mountains and rivers, while golden lotuses sprang from the earth, releasing wondrous fragrance! Every living being in the prehistoric world, regardless of location or cultivation, clearly sensed the birth of a supreme existence! All beings instinctively bowed toward Phoenix Perch Mountain!

Nuwa had attained sainthood through merit!

The boundless golden clouds of merit crashed down. Around seventy percent entered Nuwa's body, helping stabilize her Saint realm and manifest saintly phenomena. Of the remaining thirty percent, roughly twenty percent fell upon the Five Elements Branch, which was covered in mud droplets and had rendered great service. It instantly shed all mundanity, its spiritual radiance soaring as it transformed into a Postnatal Merit Spiritual Treasure that emitted gentle Creation aura and the light of profound yellow merit—the Human Creation Whip!

The final ten percent of merit crossed the void and landed precisely upon Chen Song, who had provided the crucial tool—the branch—and offered offsite verbal guidance!

As the merit entered his body, Chen Song felt his cultivation soar like a rocket. With a surge, his Great Luo mid-stage cultivation stabilized completely and took a massive stride toward the late stage! His whole body felt warm and weightless, as though he might attain sainthood on the spot in the next second... though that was, of course, an illusion.

At that moment, the countless members of the Innate Human Race clearly sensed, amid their confusion, the supreme aura of creation on Nuwa that shared their origin, as well as the aura on Chen Song, who had provided the divine tool for creating humans and likewise carried warmth and merit.

Instinctively, they all knelt in the direction of Nuwa and Chen Song, crying out in a perfectly unified, devout voice that rang through the heavens:

Holy Mother!

Holy Father!

Their voices rolled through the entire river valley like a tsunami.

Chen Song: !!!!!

He froze in place like a pine tree struck by chaotic divine lightning. His mind was completely blank, with only a barrage of thoughts flooding across it:

Wait! This overwhelming fatherly glory... no, this fatherly love! Isn't it coming a little too suddenly?!

I only provided the tools... How did I get promoted straight to being a father? The father of the entire Human Race, no less?!

This after-sales service... no, this duty of enlightenment is way too heavy, isn't it?!

Big White at his side was completely petrified as well, its dog mouth open wide enough to fit an entire Ginseng Fruit.

Its eyes were wider than the Chaos Bell. Woof... woof?! Boss just... skipped straight ahead and became the father of the Human Race? Then as Boss's chief mount and number-one lackey, based on seniority, doesn't that make me... the Human Race's sacred dog? Or their god-uncle? This hierarchy is a mess... More importantly, how am I supposed to hand out red envelopes—no, meeting gifts—in the future? I'm afraid the little spirit fruits I've saved won't be enough!

The Three Pure Ones were also briefly stunned by this sudden title.

Tongtian was the first to recover. He vigorously slapped Chen Song on the shoulder, laughing so hard he bent over. "Ha ha ha! Holy Father! Not bad, Senior Disciple Nephew! You quietly managed to become one! And it is Heavenly Dao-certified and merit-blessed, too! When you walk the prehistoric world from now on, your seniority will be a whole level higher out of nowhere! Let's see who dares say your seniority is low now!"

Yuanshi looked at Chen Song, whose soul seemed to have left his body from sheer bewilderment, then at the devout humans. He shook his head helplessly, though there seemed to be a trace of helpless amusement deep in his eyes.

Laozi gave Chen Song a meaningful look, then glanced at Nuwa, who had become a Saint, and slowly said, "Such is the opportunity; the karmic bond has been set. Since you are their father, you must bear the responsibility. Conduct yourself well."

Nuwa had just attained sainthood and was in an excellent mood. Hearing the Human Race's cries and seeing Chen Song standing there dumbfounded, she could not help but smile. She gave him a slight nod, formally acknowledging his status as the children's father.

Chen Song stood there, feeling the surging merit within him and his rapidly rising cultivation. He looked at Saint Nuwa beside him, her holy might vast and her brows and eyes smiling, then at the Innate Human Race below, whose eyes were filled with reliance as they called him father. His emotions were as complicated as a bottle of five-flavor immortal pills knocked to the floor.

Good grief... I thought I had merely come to watch someone attain sainthood. Instead, I became one of the owners of the melon patch and got stuffed with a whole crowd of wailing babies to feed.

He rubbed his nose, then could only sigh toward the heavens and accept this absurd yet reasonable arrangement. Fine. Since the Heavenly Dao has forcibly handed me such a huge group of children, then... I'll strive to become a reliable first-generation rich father. At the very least, I need to find them a safe zone so the aftermath of the Witch-Demon War doesn't wipe them all out in one go.

He had already begun planning how to use his multiple identities—as a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, brother of the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, and Human Race Holy Father—to secure some startup funds and a novice protection period for humanity. These days, without some assets and powerful backers, one really did not dare become a father casually! Especially the father of the entire Human Race! The pressure was truly something else!

(As for the grade of the Human Creation Whip, I feel I'm not entirely clear on it. What do you handsome readers think?)

(Please urge for more chapters.)