Mythical Nuwa

The Primordial World is vast and boundless.

Mount Buzhou stands proudly like a pillar supporting the heavens, holding up the infinite firmament.

Deep at the foot of the mountain, an unremarkable spirit stone lies dormant, so ordinary it seems no different from the dust.

This spirit stone is named Chen Xuan.

He, a soul transmigrated from the modern era, has remained silent in this mythical land for a long time.

From his initial bewilderment to his current indifference, he has long since calmly accepted his fate of having transformed into a post-natal spirit stone.

Though his spiritual power is weak, he has awakened his Divine Sense, allowing him to glimpse the infinite mysteries of this Primordial World.

It seems to be another boring day.

Just as Chen Xuan's Divine Sense wanders, perceiving the pulse of the heaven and earth's spiritual energy, ripples suddenly appear in the void.

A graceful figure descends from the sky, her immortal bearing ethereal.

Her white robes are like snow, dancing lightly with the wind, and her long hair cascades like a waterfall, as if condensed from the night sky.

Her face is breathtakingly beautiful, as if all the essence of heaven and earth had been poured into her.

Chen Xuan's heart trembles: Could this be...

The Immortal Maiden's gaze is cold and detached as she scans her surroundings, pausing slightly on Chen Xuan before saying softly, "A post-natal spirit stone that has managed to awaken its Divine Sense; that is truly rare."

She immediately shifts her gaze, staring toward the peak of Mount Buzhou, a mysterious light flashing in her eyes: "This place is my opportunity to attain the Dao! I shall create a new race and, through supreme merit, ascend to the position of a Heavenly Dao Sage!"

Having spoken, the Immortal Maiden sits cross-legged in the void, immersing herself in the comprehension of the Great Dao of heaven and earth.

Chen Xuan's heart surges: Nuwa! It must be Empress Nuwa! Who else but her could be comprehending the Dao beneath Mount Buzhou and initiating the creation of the human race?

He never expected to witness Nuwa in person at this very moment, let alone witness the birth of humanity!

Time in the Primordial World flows like a rushing stream.

The Dao Charm around Nuwa grows increasingly profound, and Chen Xuan clearly senses an unprecedented, mysterious aura quietly condensing.

"Ding!"

A clear sound rings out abruptly in Chen Xuan's mind.

"Host, the Mythic Template System has been activated. Now scanning for a Mythic Figure..."

Chen Xuan is overjoyed: A system? It has finally arrived!

"Scan complete. The Mythic Figure is confirmed as Nuwa!"

Before the system's voice fades, a more holy, more perfect figure of Nuwa appears within Chen Xuan's Divine Sense.

Her upper body is as beautiful as an immortal's, while her lower body is a verdant snake tail, symbolizing the Source of Creation.

"Host, do you accept this template identity? Warning: If you refuse the Mythic Nuwa Template, the next activation will require a thousand years."

Chen Xuan does not hesitate: "I accept!"

"Template extraction initiated. Mythic Nuwa stats are merging..."

A majestic energy pours into Chen Xuan's Divine Sense. Curiously, the Primordial Heavenly Dao fails to detect this power that transcends all things.

His true form remains that ordinary spirit stone, yet within the mythic space, he has transformed into the true Mythic Nuwa.

With a peerless face and an enchanting figure, her verdant snake tail flows with the origin of creation, surrounded by the Three Thousand Great Daos and accompanied by countless divine artifacts.

Chen Xuan gazes at the System Panel and sighs: "Is this the Mythic Power? Even Hongjun who has merged with the Dao would find it hard to rival!"

He looks at the Primordial Nuwa, who is still comprehending the Dao, and then at his own image, feeling a sense of wonder.

Two Nuwas—one from the Primordial World, one from the mythic realm.

Their appearances are nearly identical, yet their temperaments are worlds apart.

The Primordial Nuwa possesses the radiance of a sage; the Mythic Nuwa is the Pinnacle of the Dao!

"Tsk, is the Mythic Nuwa a cut above?"

Chen Xuan chuckles to himself.

He begins to ponder how he should have his first encounter with the Primordial Nuwa.

"Hi, Sister Nuwa, how are you doing?"

He laughs at himself and shakes his head, rejecting the idea.

"Hello, beautiful. I am the Mythic Nuwa. Why do we look so much alike? Could it be that I have a long-lost sister?"

He clears his throat, still feeling it inappropriate.

Just as he contemplates a way to reveal himself, the void suddenly hums.

Chen Xuan focuses his senses: It is the Dao! The aura of the human path has descended!

"The beginning of human creation is about to unfold!"

Sure enough, the Primordial Nuwa rises and stands in the air.

"Hum!"

A giant cauldron hung in the void, radiating an endless aura of the primordial.

Creation Immortal Cauldron!

Chen Xuan also summoned an immortal cauldron, its aura identical in every way.

It was also named the Creation Immortal Cauldron!

The void hummed again as a mass of mysterious yellow earth coalesced and merged into Empress Nuwa's cauldron.

Nine Heavens Breathing Earth!

Chen Xuan also produced a mass of supreme immortal soil, indistinguishable from the one in Nuwa's hands.

Nuwa waved her hand, and a stream shimmering with three-colored divine light manifested in the void.

Three-Light Divine Water!

Chen Xuan likewise summoned the Three-Light Divine Water and infused it into his own cauldron.

"Bang!"

Nuwa gripped a long whip, which was in truth fashioned from the Buzhou Mountain Innate Gourd Vine.

Human Creation Whip!

Chen Xuan also grasped a Human Creation Whip, identical to hers.

Nuwa's energy condensed, and a supreme Dao Charm permeated the air.

She pinched a lump of mud mixed with the Three-Light Divine Water and the Nine Heavens Breathing Earth, beginning to shape it.

Chen Xuan followed her every move, molding his own lump of mud.

Soon, the clay figures in Nuwa's hands took shape—one male and one female, vivid and lifelike.

She smiled faintly, appearing extremely satisfied, but then frowned in contemplation.

Chen Xuan ceased his movements and muttered to himself, "The Yin and Yang are not balanced; with only one male, how can they propagate?"

The clay figures in his hands, also one male and one female, had already taken form.

Nuwa's eyes brightened as if she had realized something; she began molding again, shaping another male and female pair.

The two clay figures landed on the ground, and a humming sound arose.

Nuwa took a large piece of Nine Heavens Breathing Earth from her cauldron and suspended it in the void.

She swung the Human Creation Whip, striking the immortal soil, and endless Divine Light of Creation erupted.

Mud splattered onto the ground, transforming into countless Primordial Humans, numbering in the hundreds of millions.

Chen Xuan gazed upon them, marveling at the prototype of the human race.

Yet, these clay figures still lacked the breath of life.

Nuwa looked up at the sky, her grand vow resounding: "The dragon lurks in the abyss, the phoenix soars the nine heavens, and the qilin brings auspiciousness, yet they are still unsatisfied with their innate divine abilities. I shall not grant the human race divine abilities, but rather rich emotions and infinite wisdom. The Demon Race enjoys long lifespans but lacks reverence; I shall not grant them immortality, but only the cycle of life and death, so that the preciousness of life may be revealed. The human race's five viscera shall correspond to the five elements, and their acupoints shall mirror the stars; they may seek the Dao of immortality, or they may pursue a life that is Carefree in the Mortal World."

As the grand vow fell, the Heavenly Dao trembled.

The void condensed into a great path radiating an endless aura of life—the River of Humanity!

Nuwa issued another grand vow: "I am Nuwa. Today, at Buzhou Mountain, I establish the River of Humanity and forge the human race. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

Golden clouds surged in the sky, dragon roars shook the air, and a beam of golden light merged into Nuwa's body.

Endless merit descended from the heavens, and Nuwa became a Saint!

Her energy was ethereal, appearing as if she were in the sky, yet omnipresent.

The bearing of a Saint, appearing like the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao!

Chen Xuan stared at Nuwa, but viewing her through the lens of the Mythic World's origin, he smiled indifferently: "Nothing more than this."

The sky hummed again, and a treasure of merit fell into Nuwa's hands—the Book of Marriage, which governs the marriages of the Three Realms.

The River of Humanity transformed into a golden curtain of light, enveloping the hundreds of millions of clay figures.

The Primordial Humans were about to awaken!

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Condense! Create!"

Chen Xuan transformed into the Mythical Nuwa, and hundreds of millions of clay figures landed on the ground.

"I am Mythical Nuwa. Today, in the Primordial, I establish the Yan and Huang Human Race. May all living beings bear witness! What do the divine abilities of the dragon, phoenix, and qilin have to do with me? I grant the Yan and Huang Human Race equal talent! The Witch Clan possesses powerful physiques but lacks wisdom; what does that have to do with my human race? You shall possess both powerful physiques, rich emotions, and boundless wisdom! The Demon Race lacks reverence, and the paths of humans and demons are distinct! I grant you immortality; both life and death are yours to cultivate! Your five viscera shall correspond to the five elements, your acupoints shall mirror the stars, and seeking the Dao of immortality or living a life that is Carefree in the Mortal World shall all be up to you! The Yan and Huang Human Race is born free, becoming immortals upon standing, and shall shake the Primordial!"

A crack suddenly opened in the sky, and the origin of the Mythic World descended.

The River of Humanity was drawn by the Mythic World, and seventy percent of the merit bathed the Yan and Huang Human Race.

The hundreds of millions of clay figures transformed into flesh and blood, and the Yan and Huang Human Race appeared in the world!

A man and a woman at the lead knelt before Chen Xuan: "Greetings, Empress Nuwa!"

The hundreds of millions of the Yan and Huang Human Race spoke in unison: "Descendants of Yan and Huang, greetings, Empress Nuwa!"

The Primordial Humans also took form and bowed to Nuwa: "Primordial Humans, greetings, Empress Nuwa!"

Nuwa stood frozen, staring at Chen Xuan, then rubbed her eyes to look again.

"You... I..."

She was completely bewildered!

Why was there another Nuwa in the world?

Their appearances were identical, yet the other's aura was a cut above her own!

Even more bizarrely, the Creation Immortal Cauldron and the Human Creation Whip were exactly the same!

Yet, the Yan and Huang Human Race were at least True Immortals, with their leader being a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!

In contrast, the Primordial Humans were led by a mere Mystic Immortal, with the rest being only Earth Immortals.

Comparing the two, the difference was immediately clear!

Chen Xuan feigned astonishment, stepping forward with a beaming smile as if to embrace Nuwa: "Little sister! We are sisters of the same origin, separated for so many years. Your big sister has crossed the universe to find you!"

Nuwa dodged, asking in shock and suspicion: "What are you doing?"

Chen Xuan pretended to be dejected: "Does my little sister not recognize her big sister? Your aura is slightly inferior, but your beauty is as stunning as ever."

Nuwa was incensed: "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Xuan answered with a smile: "I am the First Generation Nuwa, and you are the Second Generation Nuwa."

Nuwa stared at the Creation Immortal Cauldron and the Human Creation Whip beside Chen Xuan, then suddenly struck out, attempting to tear through space to seize them.

"Snap!"

Chen Xuan flicked her hand, and the space shattered, yet the artifacts remained unmoved.

She laughed: "My little sister is still as mischievous as ever, always wanting to snatch her big sister's treasures."

Nuwa was shocked: she had channeled her divine powers using the Heavenly Dao Origin, yet it had been shattered by a single palm?

Such divine might was something only Hongjun who has merged with the Dao could possess!

At Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones watched intently, dumbfounded.

Tongtian had envied Nuwa for becoming a saint first, Yuanshi had been jealous that she surpassed the Three Pure Ones, and Laozi had glimpsed his own path to sainthood within the River of Humanity.

But when Chen Xuan appeared and the two Nuwas stood side by side, the Three Pure Ones were completely stunned.

Laozi muttered: "The Mythic Humans, one with heaven and earth—how is this possible?"

Yuanshi whispered: "The First Generation Nuwa, what is this Mythic World? She transcends the Heavenly Dao; with one palm she shattered space, surpassing Junior Sister Nuwa by more than just a little!"

Tongtian gazed at Chen Xuan, a flicker of affection in his eyes: "Truly beautiful!"

At the Solar Star Palace, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Fuxi were equally shocked.

Fuxi smiled bitterly: "I am Nuwa's brother, yet I never knew of a First Generation Nuwa?"

Donghuang Taiyi teased: "Imperial Tutor, you are but a Quasi-Sage, how could you assist a Saint?"

Di Jun's gaze was burning: "If we can win over the First Generation Nuwa, the Witch-Demon War might take a turn."

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Old Ancestor Minghe had made a grand vow, intending to imitate Nuwa by creating the Asura Race.

But upon seeing Chen Xuan and the Mythic Humans appear, his vow remained unfulfilled as he tumbled into the blood sea.

"This... two Nuwas? Mythic Humans?"

Old Ancestor Minghe was tongue-tied, his ambition to become a saint shaken in an instant.

What on earth had happened?

Old Ancestor Minghe was filled with confusion.

He hurriedly inhaled the ancient aura of the blood sea.

His Divine Sense swept toward the foot of Mount Buzhou once more.

His gaze fell upon the two Nuwas.

Their faces were identical, yet the aura of the Mythic Nuwa was clearly superior.

Though their artifacts were the same, in terms of cultivation, Nuwa had already become a Saint, yet her spatial divine power had been crushed by a single palm before the Mythic Nuwa?

Old Ancestor Minghe's heart was struck with immense shock!

What kind of existence was this Mythic World?

He muttered to himself.

A flash of inspiration!

A spark of excitement ignited in Old Ancestor Minghe's eyes.

He recalled the grand vow Chen Xuan had made when creating the Mythic Humans.

He no longer wished to imitate the Primordial Nuwa in creating humans.

Old Ancestor Minghe resolved to follow Chen Xuan's example and forge a Mythic Asura Race!

With a resonant hum!

He stood tall above the void of the Blood Sea.

The two supreme treasures of slaughter, Yuantu and Abi, circled his body.

The Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus supported him beneath his feet.

Old Ancestor Minghe proclaimed his oath with a resounding voice: "With the Heavenly Dao as my witness, I, Old Ancestor Minghe, in the name of Mythical Nuwa, hereby establish the Asura Dao within the Netherworld Blood Sea!"

A thunderous roar erupted!

The void of the Blood Sea trembled.

A long river of blood manifested from the void.

The Asura Dao was established!

Old Ancestor Minghe's heart surged with excitement.

He swore once more: "Heavenly Dao above, the Asura Dao is established! Asura Race, coalesce! I shall stop slaughter with slaughter, and prove the Dao through slaughter. The Dao of Slaughter gathers, the Sect of Slaughter rises!"

The rumbling sounded again!

The Blood Sea churned like boiling water.

Figure after figure emerged from the depths of the blood.

The Asura Race was born!

Another thunderous boom echoed!

It did not come from the void, but from the depths of the Blood Sea.

A wisp of black merit sank into the body of Old Ancestor Minghe.

With a resonant hum!

A blood-colored figure condensed.

It was the Evil Corpse Clone of Old Ancestor Minghe.

The Evil Corpse bowed to him: "Greetings, Original."

Old Ancestor Minghe was instantly stunned.

How could the Evil Corpse be severed? And what was that black merit?

He could not fathom the reason.

He had dared to imitate Nuwa in creating the Asura Dao only because he knew that Nuwa was merely a Quasi-Sage who had severed one corpse.

Why could Nuwa succeed, yet he could not?

Could it be that invoking the name of Mythical Nuwa was a mistake?

Old Ancestor Minghe was filled with endless regret.

Everything was now a foregone conclusion, and the Blood Sea returned to calm.

On Kunlun Mountain, Laozi and Yuanshi withdrew their Divine Sense.

Yuanshi sneered: "Imitating Junior Sister Nuwa to attain sainthood through merit? Do you even deserve it?"

He said with disdain: "Junior Sister Nuwa is an Innate Being, while you are nothing but filth from the Blood Sea!"

Laozi's expression remained indifferent.

Tongtian had not glanced toward the Blood Sea from beginning to end.

His gaze remained fixed on Chen Xuan beneath Mount Buzhou.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, Nuwa had not yet departed.

Having already attained sainthood through merit, she perceived the Divine Sense from Kunlun Mountain, the Sun Star, and other places as clearly as looking at the lines on her own palm.

Chen Xuan was likewise aware of everything.

He even sensed that a strand of Divine Sense from the Purple Cloud Palace had locked onto him the moment Mythical Nuwa appeared.

Chen Xuan's thoughts stirred, condensing the origin of the Mythic World.

He smiled indifferently.

Even Hongjun, after merging with the Dao, was insignificant in the face of the origin of the Mythic World!

Chen Xuan cast his Divine Sense toward the Blood Sea.

"Minghe, how pitiful. Even by imitating me, you cannot attain sainthood through merit. The Primordial Saint positions were never meant for you."

Just as Chen Xuan said, Minghe was destined to have no connection to the Saint position.

No matter whose name he borrowed, it was all in vain.

That wisp of black merit helped him sever his Evil Corpse only because the opportunity for Houtu's Dao of Reincarnation was hidden within the Blood Sea.

This was a layout by Hongjun's Heavenly Dao, foreshadowing the future tragedy of Houtu.

Chen Xuan looked up toward the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-three Heavens.

"Still peeking?"

He chuckled and shook his head.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun, who had merged with the Dao, had manifested the moment Mythical Nuwa created humanity.

The Heavenly Dao was Hongjun, yet Hongjun was not the Heavenly Dao.

He had once whispered, "With the emergence of the humans, the Lich Cataclysm shall end, the human race shall flourish, and the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation may begin."

Before his words had even faded, he rose abruptly.

The appearance of Mythical Nuwa left him dumbfounded!

His Divine Sense locked onto Chen Xuan in an instant.

Yet, it dissipated just as quickly.

This was because Chen Xuan had glanced back at the Purple Cloud Palace.

That single look shattered Hongjun's understanding of power!

"How could an existence that transcends the Heavenly Dao and the Primordial World possibly exist?"

"The Mythic World—could he be a Great Dao Sage?"

"That is absolutely impossible!"

Hongjun muttered, thrown into a panic.

Since the dawn of heaven and earth, he had never been like this.

When Pangu created the heavens and split the chaos, he had been wary but not afraid.

When he vied with Demon Ancestor Rahu for the position of spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, he had been grave but not flustered.

Yet, facing Chen Xuan's Mythical Nuwa, he felt fear for the first time.

The moment his Divine Sense locked onto Chen Xuan, he concluded that Chen Xuan was not a creature of the Primordial World.

His origin stood above the Heavenly Dao itself!

Even if he were to borrow the power of the entire Heavenly Dao, Hongjun would have no chance of victory.

He considered himself a Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal, the Heavenly Dao itself.

While Heavenly Dao Sages borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao, he was the Heavenly Dao Origin.

If he could suppress the Sages, then Chen Xuan could crush them!

He suspected Chen Xuan was a Great Dao Sage, but immediately dismissed the thought.

Pangu had once been a half-step Great Dao expert, and Hongjun knew the aura of the Great Dao.

Chen Xuan possessed no such aura.

If he was not of the Great Dao, then he must be the Origin of the Dao!

The source of a world, transcending both the Primordial World and the chaos.

"The Mythic World—could it be the Primordial Origin?"

Hongjun spoke to himself, lost in speculation.

All Chaos Demon Gods knew that above the chaos lay the Primordial Origin.

Pangu's creation of the heavens was an attempt to break the chaos and usher in the Primordial Origin.

The Demon Gods had obstructed him, fearing the unknown Primordial Origin.

Only Pangu was fearless; as a half-step Great Dao expert, he had sought to step into a higher realm.

Yet he ultimately failed, transforming into the Primordial World.

Hongjun pondered whether he might stand a chance if he poured out the entirety of the Heavenly Dao Origin.

But if Chen Xuan were to utilize the origin of the Mythic World, he would certainly be no match.

He racked his brain for a strategy, anxious about the rise of the Mythic Humans.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, Chen Xuan looked toward the leaders of the Mythic Humans, a man and a woman.

He smiled, "You shall be named Shen Yi, and you shall be named Shen Er."

"We thank the Empress for the names!" Shen Yi and Shen Er kowtowed.

Seeing this, Nuwa also spoke to the leaders of the Primordial Humans, "You shall be named Pan Yi, and you shall be named Pan Er."

Chen Xuan could not help but laugh.

Shen Yi and Pan Yi, Shen Er and Pan Er?

"What are you laughing at?" Nuwa asked, displeased.

Chen Xuan shook his head, "Little sister, you are still so fond of imitating me."

Nuwa was choked with anger, yet she had no retort.

A hundred years passed, for time is not recorded in the Primordial World.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, thatched cottages stretched out in an endless line.

Built by the Mythic Humans.

Chen Xuan imparted knowledge, and the tribe multiplied to hundreds of millions.

The Primordial Humans were no less impressive.

Two things exceeded Chen Xuan's expectations.

First, Hongjun had not appeared.

Second, Mythical Nuwa had not departed; she seemed to be competing with Chen Xuan.

As Chen Xuan taught the Mythic Humans, Mythical Nuwa taught the Primordial Humans.

By the banks of the Sky Spring River, Chen Xuan sat upon a giant boulder.

Mythical Nuwa sat upon another boulder opposite him, gazing at him from afar.

"Empress!" Shen Yi arrived, leading a thousand Mythic Humans.

They carried timber, spiritual herbs, immortal roots, and even a hundred-meter-long Triangular Pig.

The tribesmen's faces were brimming with anticipation.

Today marked the centennial of the Mythic Humans' emergence.

Chen Xuan had once said this day was worth commemorating.

He had taught his people to build houses, kindle fires, and establish a tribe.

Today, he would teach them the art of cooking.

"Gather the tribesmen, light the bonfires, and begin the feast!" Chen Xuan laughed.

"The Empress's divine might!" the tribesmen cheered.

The tribe gathered around as the bonfires were lit.

On the opposite bank, Mythical Nuwa watched it all.

When she first saw the Mythic Humans building houses, she had scoffed.

Innate Beings started as Earth Immortals; what need had they for thatched huts?

But after they multiplied, their Dao bodies gradually grew turbid, and ordinary humans appeared.

Only then did she realize Chen Xuan's profound intent.

Thus, she imitated him, teaching the Primordial Humans to build houses, kindle fires, and establish tribes.

Chen Xuan pointed to the spiritual herbs: "Sky Void Grass has a natural fragrance and can be used for seasoning."

"Earth Absolute Eye-Burning Root is spicy and grows underground."

He explained the combinations of hundreds of spiritual herbs one by one.

The tribesmen memorized them, crushing the herbs to concoct flavors.

The bonfires blazed, roasting the Triangular Pig, and the aroma drifted across the river.

On the opposite bank, the Primordial Humans drooled.

"This fragrance is incredible!" someone whispered.

"Mind your decorum, don't let the Empress laugh at us!" another scolded.

"Papa, you're drooling yourself!" a little girl muttered.

The Mythic Humans had already begun to eat.

"The fragrant roasted meat is truly exquisite!" one praised.

"Try the spicy one, it's got a real kick!" another coughed.

Shen Yi looked toward Chen Xuan, then glanced at the opposite bank.

"Empress, there is plenty of roasted meat; may we invite the Primordial Humans to share it?"

Chen Xuan nodded: "Shen Yi, you have a kind heart."

He spoke in a clear voice: "You are the leader of the Mythic Humans, and your responsibility is great. In the future, living together under Mount Buzhou with the Primordial Humans, you must watch over and help one another, treating each other as one family."

These words reached the opposite bank.

Mythical Nuwa was annoyed.

She was an Innate Being and had never consumed the food of mortals.

Cooking? How could she know how?

Chen Xuan suddenly appeared beside Mythical Nuwa, carrying various types of roasted meat.

"Fragrant, five-spice, spicy—would you like to try some?"

Mythical Nuwa turned her head away, too ashamed to speak.

Her heart was in turmoil ever since Mythical Nuwa had appeared.

She suspected Chen Xuan was her long-lost sister, yet she felt it was impossible.

For a hundred years, she remained on Mount Buzhou, seeking only to uncover the truth.

She taught the human race, yet she found herself imitating Chen Xuan.

She discovered that the fortune of humanity was flowing toward Chen Xuan.

A phantom of the River of Humanity coalesced behind Chen Xuan.

She even felt that Chen Xuan was the true Nuwa!