Great Wilderness Human Race, Established!

Nuwa achieved sainthood and announced it to the Great Wilderness. The race she created was thus named the Human Race!

"The Human Race of the Great Wilderness is established!"

The sound of the Great Dao echoed through the nine heavens and ten earths, proclaiming the birth of a brand new race.

As Nuwa's Saint Position stabilized, the saint's pressure that emanated from her at all times, though she tried her best to restrain it, still felt a bit... piercing to the Three Pure Ones nearby.

Especially Yuanshi. Seeing his Senior Disciple Nephew inexplicably gain the title of "Human Race Holy Father" and share in the merit of creating humans, his cultivation skyrocketing, made his mood even more complex. On one hand, he felt the lazy kid had struck gold, but on the other hand, he wondered... wasn't it time for the three of them to attain Saint Positions too?

Laozi, as the eldest Senior Brother, spoke first. His tone was as calm as ever, but upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of urgency: "Congratulations, Junior Sister, on achieving Hun Yuan and attaining a Saint Position. Observing your path to sainthood has given us some insight. With the Great Dao before us, we must immediately return to Kunlun for secluded cultivation and comprehension. We cannot stay long, so we bid you farewell."

Yuanshi and Tongtian quickly chimed in, "Farewell, farewell!"

Their demeanor was like that of a failing student seeing a top scholar get a direct admission to a prestigious university, hurrying back home to study harder, lest they fall behind the times.

Nuwa, in excellent spirits, her body radiating holy light, smiled slightly upon hearing their words. "Please, honored Senior Brothers."

Her gaze, however, turned to Chen Song, who was standing nearby, trying to minimize his presence and contemplating how to digest the title of "Holy Father" and the accompanying merit.

"Nephew Chen Song," Nuwa said, her voice carrying the ethereal and unquestionable tone of a Saint, "since you are the Human Race Holy Father, with deep karma tied to this newborn race, why not stay for a while? Accompany me in looking after the Human Race, and you may also comprehend the True Meaning of Creation."

Chen Song: "!!!"

He looked pleadingly at his three masters, his eyes screaming, "Master, Martial Uncle, don't leave me behind!"

Laozi's gaze drifted, as if saying, "My disciple, when a Saint speaks, even I cannot refuse."

Yuanshi wore an expression of "Good luck, and 'comprehend' well."

Tongtian was the least reliable, winking and transmitting his voice, "Senior Disciple Nephew! Hold steady! This is a prime opportunity to observe a Saint up close and, by the way, to secure benefits for your 'children'! Uncle believes in you!"

With that, the Three Pure Ones, utterly lacking in "fellow disciple camaraderie," transformed into three streaks of clear light and vanished with a "whoosh," faster than Big White after consuming Energy Devouring Sprint.

Chen Song looked at the suddenly empty space beside him, leaving only a still-bewildered Big White, Nuwa the Saint seated on her cloud bed with unfathomable saintly might, and below them, the expectant-looking primordial humans calling out "Holy Father"...

Chen Song wailed inwardly, "No way! They've 'sold' me off just like that? What happened to the unity and friendship among the Three Pure Ones' disciples? This overwhelming paternal... no, paternal love, is clearly not free! Raising kids is indeed hard work!"

Nuwa, seeing Chen Song's utterly dejected face, her lips curved imperceptibly. Having attained sainthood, her divine sense covered the Great Wilderness, and protecting Chen Song was an easy matter. Moreover, though this young man was a bit cunning, he always had some unconventional ideas at crucial moments, making him good company to relieve boredom.

Nuwa the Saint's actions were naturally extraordinary. With a wave of her delicate hand, she opened up the void, and a magnificent, grand palace, enveloped in boundless aura of creation and auspicious clouds, appeared. It was none other than Wa Huang Palace.

Watching the Human Race she created begin to walk and live on the Great Wilderness, foraging for wild fruits, living with innocent vitality, Nuwa the Saint felt deeply gratified, as if seeing her meticulously crafted work receive recognition.

However, when her gaze swept towards the faint malevolent aura emanating from Buzhou Mountain and the vast demonic energy subtly radiating from the Heavenly Court, her beautiful brows furrowed unconsciously.

She summoned Chen Song, who was currently attempting to teach Big White how to more gracefully accept the worship of the Human Race as the "Holy Father's Mount."

"Little Pine Tree," Nuwa the Saint's voice was ethereal, with a hint of inquiry, "you observe this Human Race. Though newborn and frail, they are full of spirit. In your opinion, do they have the potential to become the protagonists of this world in the future?"

Chen Song's heart skipped a beat. Here it comes! The Saint Exam has begun! Of course, he knew the Human Race would be the future protagonists of the Great Wilderness; it was the general trend, a done deal!

But could he say that directly? Would revealing the secrets of the Great Dao attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao? Furthermore, with the Witch and Demon races currently at their peak, saying the Human Race would be the future protagonists was no different from pointing at Di Jun and Taiyi and saying, "You two are finished!"

His eyes darted around, and a cautious yet sincere smile spread across his face. "Martial Aunt is wise! The Human Race was created by your own hands, born from the essence of creation, with innate intelligence and boundless potential. As for the protagonists of the world... cough, cough, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, and great trends are like tides, ebbing and flowing. It is not for us to speculate rashly. Junior feels that focusing on the present and developing well, providing the Human Race with a stable environment for growth, is more important than empty talk about the future. Wouldn't you agree?"

His words were flawless, flattering Nuwa, affirming the Human Race's potential, and cleverly passing the buck back, emphasizing "focusing on the present" and never mentioning the word "protagonist."

Nuwa, being extremely intelligent, naturally understood Chen Song's evasiveness. She gave him a deep look, making Chen Song's scalp tingle, fearing the Saint might get displeased and toss him into the chaos to sober up.

Fortunately, Nuwa did not press further, merely sighing softly, "Alas, perhaps the time is not yet right." She also understood that having attained sainthood, she was beyond worldly affairs, and interfering too much might be counterproductive.

Just then, a report 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 achieving sainthood!"

As the words fell, Fuxi entered the palace with Di Jun and Taiyi. Fuxi's face was filled with genuine joy, while Di Jun and Taiyi, though smiling broadly, had expressions that concealed undeniable complexity and a hint of subtle tension.

A Saint! Nuwa had become a Saint! This was a great honor for the Demon Race, but also a significant variable.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister, on achieving sainthood! May your life be eternal!" the three said in unison.

Nuwa nodded slightly, accepting their salutations. Her gaze calmly fell upon Di Jun and Taiyi, her voice clear and resonant, "I have attained the Saint Position and shall follow the Heavenly Dao, residing beyond the heavens. Unless there is a great calamity befalling the world, I shall no longer interfere in the disputes of the Great Wilderness. The affairs of the Demon Race shall henceforth be the responsibility of you two Majesties and the various Demon Saints."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Taiyi's hearts tightened.

Nuwa was clearly drawing a line! Although they had anticipated it, hearing it directly still brought a sense of loss. However, they also understood that Saints transcended the mortal realm and could no longer be as deeply involved in the Demon Race's affairs as before. Retaining the title "Empress Wa" and maintaining superficial relations was the best outcome.

"Empress Wa, rest assured, we shall do our utmost to prosper the Demon Race," Di Jun replied, cupping his hands, his mind already drifting towards how to further consolidate Destiny using the title "Demon Race has produced a Saint" to counter the Witch Race.

Chen Song watched from the side, muttering to himself, "Well, it seems Junior Aunt Nuwa is entering her retired old cadre phase early, and incidentally making way for her own children, the Human Race. As for the leaders of the Witch and Demon races, they're still fighting over the captain's position on a sinking ship, tsk tsk."