The Human Race of the Primordial World, Arise!

Nuwa became a saint and proclaimed it to the Primordial World. The race she had created was henceforth named—the Human Race!

"The Human Race of the Primordial World, arise!"

The Taoist Sound spread through the nine heavens and ten lands, announcing the birth of an entirely new race.

As Nuwa's Saint Position stabilized, the Saint's Pressure she constantly radiated, despite her efforts to restrain it, still struck a rather painful blow to the Three Pure Ones standing so close by.

Yuanshi in particular had mixed feelings as he watched his own senior disciple nephew somehow acquire the title of "Human Race Holy Father," receive a share of the merit from creating humanity, and see his cultivation soar by leaps and bounds. On one hand, he felt that lazy brat had stumbled into outrageous luck. On the other... perhaps it was about time the three brothers got their own Saint Positions too?

As the First Senior Brother, Laozi was the first to speak. His tone remained as calm as ever, though a trace of urgency could be heard beneath it. "Congratulations, Junior Sister, on attaining the Primordial Unity and achieving the Saint Position. Watching Junior Sister become a saint has given us some insight. The Great Tao lies ahead, and we must return to Kunlun at once to cultivate in seclusion and seek enlightenment. We cannot stay any longer, so we shall take our leave."

Yuanshi and Tongtian hurriedly echoed him. "Farewell, farewell!"

They looked exactly like poor students who had just seen the top student receive guaranteed admission to the nation's finest universities. They had to rush home and study themselves to death, terrified that one step too late would leave them behind.

Nuwa was in high spirits, her saintly radiance peaceful and auspicious. At this, she smiled faintly. "Please, Senior Brothers."

But her gaze turned toward Chen Song, who was standing nearby, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible while figuring out how to digest both the "Holy Father" title and the merit that came with it.

"Chen Song, Martial Nephew," Nuwa said. Her voice carried the ethereal quality and unquestionable authority unique to a saint. "Since you are the Human Race Holy Father and share deep karmic ties with this newborn race, you may as well remain for now. Watch over the Human Race with me, and perhaps gain insight into the True Meaning of Creation."

Chen Song: "!!!"

He looked pleadingly at his three elders, his eyes screaming, Master, Martial Uncles, don't abandon me!

Laozi's gaze drifted away, as if he were saying, Disciple, a saint has spoken. Even your master can't withstand that.

Yuanshi wore an expression that plainly said, Pray for yourself, and contemplate properly.

Tongtian was the least reliable of them all. He waggled his brows and sent him a message. "Senior Disciple Nephew! Hold steady! This is a perfect chance to observe a saint up close and, while you're at it, secure some benefits for your little 'children'! Your Martial Uncle believes in you!"

After saying that, the Three Pure Ones showed an extreme lack of "fellow disciple affection" as they turned into three streaks of clear light and vanished with a whoosh, fleeing even faster than Big White after using Energy Devouring Sprint.

Chen Song stared at the suddenly empty space around him. Only Big White, still in a daze, remained, along with Saint Nuwa seated high upon the Cloud Bed, her saintly might unfathomable, and the group of Innate Human Race below gazing at him eagerly and calling him "Holy Father"...

Chen Song wailed inwardly, Seriously?! They just "sold" me off like that? What happened to the unity and friendship of the Three Pure Ones' disciples? This overwhelming honor of being a father... no, fatherly love, really doesn't come for free! Raising kids is hard work after all!

Seeing Chen Song's utterly hopeless expression, the corner of Nuwa's lips curled upward almost imperceptibly. Now that she was a saint, her divine sense covered the Primordial World. Protecting one Chen Song would be effortless. Besides, the boy might be slippery, but he always came up with some crooked idea at critical moments. Keeping him around for amusement would not be bad.

When Saint Nuwa acted, it was naturally extraordinary. With a light wave of her delicate hand, she opened up space itself, and a magnificent palace filled with endless aura of creation and auspicious rosy light appeared. It was none other than Wa Huang Palace.

Watching the Human Race she had created begin to walk and live upon the lands of the Primordial World, gathering wild fruits and living in ignorance yet brimming with vitality, Saint Nuwa felt deeply gratified, as though she were seeing her painstakingly crafted work receive recognition.

But when her gaze turned toward the faint baleful aura emanating from Buzhou Mountain and the immense demonic aura subtly spreading from the Heavenly Court, her beautiful brows unconsciously furrowed.

She summoned Chen Song, who was currently trying to teach Big White how to accept the worship of the Human Race for the "Holy Father's Mount" with greater elegance.

"Little Pine Tree," Saint Nuwa said in an ethereal voice, a trace of inquiry within it, "look at this Human Race. They are newly born and weak, yet exceptionally intelligent. In your view, do they have the potential to become the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth in the future?"

Chen Song's heart jolted. Here it comes! The Saint Exam has begun! Of course he knew that humanity would become the future protagonists of the Primordial World. That was the great trend, as certain as iron.

But could he say it outright? Would revealing Heavenly Secrets make the Heavenly Dao take notice of him? Besides, the Wu and Demon races were currently at the height of their power. Saying humanity would become the future protagonists was no different from pointing at Di Jun and Taiyi and telling them, "You two are about to be finished."

His eyes spun as he piled a cautious yet sincere smile onto his face. "Martial Uncle is wise! The Human Race was personally created by you. They were born bearing creation itself, endowed with natural intelligence and limitless potential. As for becoming the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth... ahem, ahem, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, and the great trend rises and falls like the tide. It is not something people like us can rashly speculate upon. This junior believes that keeping their feet on the ground, developing properly, and providing the Human Race with a stable environment to grow in is more important than speaking idly of the future. Isn't that right?"

His words were watertight. He had flattered Nuwa, affirmed humanity's potential, cleverly kicked the matter back to her, and emphasized "keeping their feet on the ground" without ever mentioning the word "protagonist."

Nuwa was immensely intelligent, so she naturally heard the evasiveness in Chen Song's answer. She gave him a deep look, making Chen Song's scalp tingle as he feared the saint might toss him into the chaos beyond the heavens to clear his head.

Fortunately, Nuwa did not pursue the matter. She merely sighed softly. "So be it. Perhaps the time has not yet come." She also understood that she had become a saint and transcended worldly affairs. Interfering too much might instead bring the opposite result.

Just then, an announcement came from outside Wa Huang Palace. "Reporting to Empress Wa, Lord Fuxi, His Majesty Di Jun, and His Majesty Taiyi have come to congratulate you on attaining sainthood!"

The moment the words fell, Fuxi entered the palace with Di Jun and Taiyi. Fuxi's face held heartfelt joy, while Di Jun and Taiyi also wore broad smiles. Yet beneath those smiles lay difficult-to-hide complexity and a trace of barely perceptible nervousness.

A saint! Nuwa had become a saint! This was an immense honor for the Demon Race, but also a tremendous variable.

"Congratulations, Little Sister—Junior Sister—on attaining sainthood. May your saintly life know no bounds!" the three said in unison.

Nuwa nodded slightly and accepted their salute. Her calm gaze fell upon Di Jun and Taiyi as she said in a clear voice, "I have attained the Saint Position and must follow the Heavenly Dao, dwelling beyond the heavens. Unless there is a great tribulation of Heaven and Earth, I shall no longer interfere in the disputes of the Primordial World. From this day onward, I must leave the affairs of the Demon Race to the two of you and the other Demon Saints."

The moment those words were spoken, Di Jun and Taiyi both felt their hearts tighten.

Nuwa was clearly drawing a line! Though they had expected it, hearing it from her personally still left them somewhat disappointed. Yet they also understood that a transcendent saint could no longer participate deeply in Demon Race affairs as before. Being allowed to retain the title of Empress Wa and preserve their outward relationship was already the best possible outcome.

"Rest assured, Empress Wa. We shall certainly do our utmost to strengthen the Demon Race," Di Jun replied with cupped hands, though his thoughts had already drifted toward how to use the fact that "the Demon Race has produced a saint" to further consolidate their fortune and contend against the Wu Race.

Chen Song watched everything clearly from the side and muttered inwardly, Well then, Martial Uncle Nuwa has entered retirement ahead of schedule, and she's conveniently making room for her own children, the Human Race. Meanwhile, those two from the Wu and Demon races are still fighting over the captain's seat on a ship that's about to sink. Tsk, tsk.