Becoming a Saint and Creating Humans

Fuxi asked doubtfully, "Then what do you want to ask?"

Bai Jin looked at the strangely shaped animal that had reformed in Nuwa's hand and said tactfully, "Why are the things Empress Nuwa sculpts always so... so, um~ peculiar."

Bai Jin was very worried about the human race right now. Did Empress Nuwa have aesthetic problems?!

Fuxi pondered for a moment and said sheepishly, "My sister's practical skills do have some issues, you can tell from that pavilion."

Bai Jin's forehead was covered in black lines. Was that just "some issues"? It was a huge problem! He silently mourned for the first generation of human ancestors in his heart.

The sun and moon passed, stars shifted, and Empress Nuwa became more and more skilled at playing with mud. One by one, the mud animals came to life the moment they landed on the ground, and their lifespans grew longer. Animals of all kinds rushed out of the valley.

A vast wave of Creation Dao rhythm rose within the valley. The rhythm enveloped Buzhou Mountain, connecting with the Heavenly Dao. The entire world was covered by the Great Dao of Creation. Countless gods and immortals were touched and turned their heads towards Buzhou Mountain. In the depths of their consciousness, they seemed to see an immeasurably majestic Saint sitting within the world, supreme, great, honored, and noble.

Mount Kunlun, Taiqing Palace, Yuqing Palace, and Shangqing Palace rumbled open. Three figures emerged from the palaces and stood on the peak, gazing towards Buzhou Mountain.

Taishang sighed, "Junior Sister Nuwa's Dao has been achieved. I didn't expect her to be the first to become a Saint."

Yuanshi's expression was grim. He had always considered himself the true descendant of Pangu and was extremely arrogant. He thought the first to become a Saint would be either his elder brother or himself, but he never expected to be surpassed by his junior sister.

In the Western Pure Land, Jieyin and Zhunti stood under the Bodhi Tree, gazing afar to the east.

Jieyin said blankly, "Senior Sister Nuwa has attained the Dao. Where does our Dao lie?!"

Zhunti said sternly, "Senior Brother, we must make a decision! We must completely abandon the Xuanmen Dao to achieve our own."

"But what about Master!"

"We can completely avoid leaving the Xuanmen for now and announce our independence when the time is right."

Jieyin nodded, "As Junior Brother says."

Zhunti laughed heartily, "Senior Brother, do you think the expressions of the Three Pure Ones are very ugly right now? They've always considered themselves the true descendants of Pangu and are also Master's direct disciples. Now that they've been surpassed by Junior Sister, how can they save face?!"

Jieyin also smiled, imagining the expressions of the three senior brothers at that moment.

The Sun Star suddenly erupted, spewing out streams of solar true fire. A handsome young man in a light golden robe emerged from the Sun Star. With a single step, he crossed infinite space and appeared within the Demon Court.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi walked into the great hall and said solemnly to Dijun, "Big Brother, the first Saint has appeared."

Dijun laughed heartily, "It's Empress Nuwa. This is beneficial to my Demon Race."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi said with a long sigh, "The birth of the first Saint heralds the beginning of the era of Saints. Big Brother, are you ready?"

Dijun's smile vanished instantly, and he fell silent. The era of Saints!

In the Ancestor Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered, looking solemnly towards Buzhou Mountain. The birth of a Saint meant a Saint's might, which the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew best. During the second War between Wu and Yao, even the Wu Clan's strongest formation, the Great Heavenly God-Fiend Formation, could not shake a single finger of the Saint Hongjun. "All below Saints are ants" was not just a saying.

Gonggong said anxiously, "Big Brother, the Demon Race has produced a Saint."

Dijiang said calmly, "Nuwa is not of the Demon Race. She is a primordial spirit."

"But that's what the Demon Race says! They've always said Nuwa is of the Demon Race, and Nuwa hasn't refuted it."

Dijiang said calmly, "Nuwa disdains to refute. Don't worry, Nuwa will not interfere in matters between us. Houtu, go prepare some rare treasures as a congratulatory gift. We will go congratulate Saint Nuwa."

Houtu nodded, "Okay!"

Time flowed by, and the valley was filled with the joyful howls of various animals. The animals sculpted by Empress Nuwa no longer disappeared but truly came to life from death, possessing life.

Moreover, after hundreds of attempts, Empress Nuwa's clay-sculpting technique had become quite skillful, at least no longer bizarre. Bai Jin also breathed a sigh of relief for the human race.

Empress Nuwa's sculpting paused, and she said joyfully, "The Great Dao of Creation has been achieved!"

With a wave of her hand, the many animals lingering in the valley immediately flew out, and the valley became empty again. The Dao rhythm that had permeated the Great Desolation retracted and instantly merged into Nuwa's body.

Nuwa spoke, "Bai Jin!"

Bai Jin quickly got up and floated down, landing in the valley and bowing, "Disciple greets Martial Uncle."

Nuwa gently raised her hand, and Bai Jin involuntarily stood up.

Nuwa's face was filled with a brilliant smile, unable to conceal her joy. "I have walked the path of Creation. Now I need to create a brand new race as the path to proving my Dao."

Bai Jin understood. She had learned what she needed to learn and now needed to create the finished product to be accepted by the Heavenly Dao.

Nuwa asked, "Bai Jin, what race do you think I should create?"

Bai Jin respectfully replied, "How would I dare to speak casually about the Empress's path to proving her Dao?"

"It's alright, tell me. I already have an idea in mind, but I want to hear your opinion now."

Bai Jin pondered for a moment and said, "Empress, when I traveled the Great Desolation, I often had a feeling that the vast world was lonely and desolate."

Fuxi floated down and said, "The Great Desolation is prosperous and flourishing, with myriad races thriving. How can there be talk of loneliness?"

"But there are very few of my own kind. I can travel a million miles and not see a single fellow cultivator."

Nuwa also said, "Of your own kind? Are you saying the Bai He clan is too few?"

Bai Jin said seriously, "No! Empress, the myriad races in the world now each have their peculiarities, but it is indeed rare to cultivate a primordial Dao body like ours. The races I see are like those in your garden, strange and varied, making one feel a sense of loneliness."

Fuxi said, "This is also normal. Most demons prefer to maintain their half-demon state, as this allows them to maintain their strongest combat power."

Empress Nuwa smiled brightly, gratified, "Bai Jin's meaning aligns with my own thoughts. Let us create a race in our image! This race will be called 'Human'."

Human! Bai Jin felt a faint excitement in his heart. The human race had finally appeared.

Nuwa reached out and patted the Qiankun Cauldron. With a hum, the cauldron let out a loud sound, and flames ignited within it, tumbling the mud.

Nuwa was about to fetch water when she hesitated and looked at Bai Jin, "Take out your Three Lights Divine Water."

"Yes!"

Bai Jin responded, waved his hand, and a jade bottle appeared. A brilliant galaxy flew out of the bottle and entered the Qiankun Cauldron.

PS: Some readers may not like this chapter, but this is the Great Desolation I want to write. It is different from the commonly circulated Great Desolation. The Great Desolation is vast and should not exist solely for the human race. Nuwa became a Saint and then created humans, not that she became a Saint by creating humans. If the priorities are reversed, the human race will be placed above the Saints, which is not the Great Desolation I want.