He is an "Anomaly"
Zhou Ming waved his hand dismissively, his tone relaxed. "Don't worry, Sister Houtu."
"The workings of Heavenly Dao have their own predetermined course. Nuwa Creates Humans and her attainment of sainthood is the inevitable Heavenly Dao Trend. Heavenly Dao will absolutely ensure her smooth attainment of sainthood and will not allow any unexpected events to occur."
"Besides, what if she really breaks through the shackles and successfully achieves the Three Corpses Merging by virtue of her immense Merit?"
"Wouldn't she have to thank me for showing her a better path?"
He paused, then added, "Moreover, she might not actually choose to expend a massive amount of Merit to attempt that elusive Three Corpses Merging."
Ultimately, the decision is up to her.
After hearing Houtu, Houtu could only silently mourn for Nuwa for a moment.
She was unlucky to have run into her own brother.
The two talked all the way and soon arrived at the Depths of Pangu Hall, at the place where the Innate Gourd Vine was planted.
The Innate Gourd Vine remained lush and green, and the only remaining Blue Gourd on it was now emitting a shimmering, precious light.
Clearly, after so many years of nurturing with Merit, it has fully matured.
Zhou Ming stopped and instructed Houtu, "Sister Houtu, go and fetch the entire Innate Gourd Vine, along with the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil beneath it."
Houtu nodded and stepped forward as instructed. Just as she was about to make her move, she hesitated and asked a question.
"Brother, should we pick the gourds off the Gourd Vine now?"
Zhou Ming shook his head. "No need. Let it remain on the vine."
"This is a perfect opportunity to absorb some of Nuwa's Merit in Nuwa Creates Humans. Who knows, it might even have some unexpected use in the future."
Houtu responded and carefully collected the entire Gourd Vine along with the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil at its roots.
After Houtu finished retrieving the elixir, Zhou Ming stretched out his hand, and Primordial Spirit, about the size of a fist and radiating a soft halo, quietly appeared in his palm.
This primordial Primordial Spirit was the one he severed from his own Primordial Spirit when he Shape Avatar.
He gazed quietly at the Primordial Spirit in his palm, which had solidified considerably over the years.
A rare, complex and unfathomable emotion flickered in his eyes, a mixture of reminiscence and relief.
Over the years, besides constantly cultivating and improving his own strength, he has been using secret methods to nurture this Primordial Spirit.
In order to make it completely independent and not tainted by its own Karma.
He had severed all ties with this wisp of Primordial Spirit long ago.
Now, this wisp of Primordial Spirit is a completely independent entity.
Now, this wisp of Primordial Spirit is completely independent of him and is no longer a part of Zhou Ming.
Not only that, he also shared his memories of his previous life before his transmigration, as well as his cultivation experiences and insights in the Primordial World in this life.
A copy was made of each of them, and they were all integrated into this wisp of Primordial Spirit.
More importantly, he also unleashed his last lingering attachment and emotions towards the identity of "Human Clan" from the depths of his heart, incorporating them into the work.
It can be said that this wisp of his Primordial Spirit carries all his past experiences and emotions as a "human being".
From the moment it was fully formed, there was no longer Human Clan Zhou Ming in the world.
Yes, it was Zhou Ming of the Wu Clan!
From this day forward, he will be Zhou Ming Pangu Descendants.
Zhou Ming took a deep breath and handed the Primordial Spirit that carried the past to Houtu.
With a solemn expression, he instructed, "Sister Houtu, please keep this item safe."
"Once Nuwa Zaohua the 129,601st 'person,' you should immediately merge this Primordial Spirit into its body."
Houtu received the primordial Primordial Spirit, sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar aura within it.
She gazed at the Primordial Spirit in her palm and asked softly, "Is this why you asked Nuwa to create one more person, elder brother?"
Zhou Ming nodded, his voice calm and even.
"Good."
This Primordial Spirit carried his past obsessions and also embodied his hopes for that weak race.
Houtu frowned slightly, looked up at Zhou Ming, and asked in a puzzled tone.
"Brother, why don't we just choose any newborn Human Clan and merge their Primordial Spirit into it?"
"Why... why must we create another person?"
In her view, the number three thousand was predetermined; adding one more person would introduce too much Variables and risk.
Zhou Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant, seemingly piercing through the layers of the Pangu Hall and looking towards the unknowable future.
"Because the 129,601st Person is Anomaly."
"As for the rest, their fate is Heavenly Decree. Their Fate has already been guided by invisible threads."
Only those Anomaly outside this predetermined fate have the potential to break free from its constraints.
"I hope that this Anomaly can bring some... Variables to the newly born Human Clan, and change their predetermined Fate."
"To change the Fate of the Human Clan?"
Houtu murmured, repeating in surprise, "Brother... how could you be so... concerned about this unborn Human Clan?"
She simply couldn't understand why her elder brother, as the leader of the Wu Clan, would devote so much effort to a newly emerging race that seemed to have no connection with the Wu Clan.
In her memory, her eldest brother had the entire Wu Clan in his heart.
However, she rarely showed such deep concern for a specific ethnic group, let alone a completely new race that Nuwa was about to create.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming's expression revealed a rare complex emotion, a mixture of melancholy and relief, which ultimately culminated in a soft sigh.
"It's just... an obsession."
His voice was so soft, as if a gust of wind could carry it away.
The memories of being a "human being," those distant and blurry fragments, ultimately left something in his heart.
He hoped that this Variables would bring about some change for that race destined for misfortune.
At least, don't end up like he remembers, struggling to survive amidst the machinations of Saint and the torrent of Tribulation.
Houtu noticed the unusually dejected look on Zhou Ming's face and felt a sudden tightness in her chest.
Although she didn't fully understand what her older brother meant by "obsession".
But seeing his retreating figure become somewhat desolate in an instant, she, being as intelligent as she was, wisely refrained from pressing him further.
There are some things my brother doesn't want to talk about, and asking would only cause him more trouble.
After thinking for a moment, she earnestly suggested, "If you truly care about the Human Clan, then once they are born, our Wu Clan can simply declare that we will protect them."
"Given the current power of our Wu Clan in the Primordial Wilderness, all we need to do is declare that the Human Clan is under the protection of our Wu Clan."
"Among all the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial Wilderness, who dares to disrespect our Wu Clan?"
This statement, while undeniably assertive, is also the truth.
Zhou Ming shook his head and rejected the suggestion.
"No."
Human Clan and my Wu Clan develop independently.
He turned around, looked at Houtu, and his eyes regained their usual depth and tranquility.
"I still hope that Human Clan can rely on itself."