The heavy gloom that had shrouded my heart was suddenly pierced and dispelled as if by an unparalleled golden ray of the rising sun.
An unprecedented clarity and certainty instantly filled Nuwa's entire body.
She took a deep breath, and the abundant water elemental energy of the Eastern Sea mixed with the rich earth energy of the Breath Soil was precisely captured, refined, and blended by her powerful Spiritual Sense.
This time, her hands moved without hesitation, flowing Great Dao and gracefully, full of the charm of simplicity.
Every stroke of the fingertip seems to be writing invisible divine symbols of Creation in the void.
The clay gently stretched and shaped in her palm, forming a head, torso, and limbs... Soon, a human-shaped clay sculpture, roughly the size of her palm, was born.
It has no wings, no scales, no claws, and no superfluous or strange features. It only possesses a pure and innate Innate Dao Body that perfectly mirrors Nuwa's own outline—a round head, well-proportioned limbs, and a stable posture.
Nuwa gazed at it, as if gazing at a microcosm of the Primordial Wilderness future.
She gently bent down and softly blew a breath of Life Essence, originating from her Innate Dao Body and embodying her supreme Creation will, onto the small clay sculpture.
A miracle occurred in that instant when a breath of pure energy was infused.
The small clay sculpture suddenly emitted a faint glow, and the rough surface of the clay seemed to be carefully polished by an invisible hand, instantly revealing a warm and jade-like texture.
A faint sound, like a tender sprout breaking through its seed coat, came, and the clay sculpture's eyelids trembled slightly before slowly opening!
What pure and innocent eyes they were!
Like freshly melted snow, it was untouched by any dust, filled with the most primal and innocent curiosity and wonder at the boundless Primordial Wilderness before it.
The tiny creature twisted its neck, seemingly with some effort, yet filled with boundless wonder, and struggled to raise its equally tender arms, revealing a pure and innocent smile of dependence to its Holy Mother who created it.
She stretched out her slightly cool little hand, carefully and with complete trust, and gently touched Nuwa's fingertips.
A warm, real touch of life, like the slightest electric current, instantly traveled from Nuwa's fingertips to the deepest part of her heart, bringing a torrent of almost trembling joy!
She could clearly feel the faint yet incredibly real heartbeat emanating from that small body, and sense the nascent yet tenacious Fire of Life burning steadily!
"It's done!"
A soft sigh, filled with boundless joy and enlightenment, escaped from Nuwa's lips, clear and melodious like spring ice cracking.
The answer sought over countless years, the fog accumulated from countless failures, has finally dissipated at this moment.
The tiny creature before her, brought to life by her breath of primordial energy, is the prototype of a new race destined to complete the Heavenly Dao and illuminate the Primordial Wilderness!
That breath exhaled was not just a breath of life, but also the fulcrum that could move the primordial order of the Primordial Wilderness, the first stone thrown into the still lake, destined to stir up countless waves.
Her gaze pierced through the clear pupils of the newborn, as if she could already see countless similar lives multiplying and thriving on the Primordial Earth.
They may be insignificant, but they contain the most authentic spark since the beginning of time.
Nuwa felt an indescribable surge of excitement and a sense of mission.
He bent down and carefully lifted the first real "person" in his hands, as if he were holding a rare treasure, and gently placed him on a huge blue stone that had been washed clean and smooth by the sea.
"This is 'human'!" Facing this newborn life, the vast Eastern Sea, and the endless sky, she clearly proclaimed this name, which was destined to be etched into the long river of Primordial Wilderness destiny.
The voice was clear and resonant, yet carried a weight as profound as the Heaven-Opening.
Having finished her announcement, Nuwa paused without hesitation. She immediately picked up the Divine Mud again, her hands moving swiftly, her movements like flitting through flowers and swaying willows, or like the workings of the Great Dao, carrying a profound and solemn rhythm.
One clay figure after another quickly took shape under her fingers, each containing the same life essence.
She repeatedly bent down, gently blowing breaths of life essence, brimming with the vitality of Creation and divine will, onto these clay sculptures.
With each breath, a glimmer of light flashed, and a naive and innocent new life opened its eyes on the bluestone, curiously observing this unfamiliar world.
On the shores of the Eastern Sea, the monotonous sound of the waves seemed to be infected by this new life.
The wind seemed to slow its pace, and the waves gently lapped at the beach, not daring to disturb this sacred ceremony of creation. The sunlight broke through the clouds, softly scattering across the beach, gilding the figure of Nuwa and the life constantly being born in her palm with a layer of holy golden light.
The beach remained empty, but the suffocating loneliness had been quietly dispelled, replaced by a silent vitality brimming with infinite possibilities. One, ten, a hundred... Soon, hundreds of small figures sat on the bluestone.
Some huddled timidly, while others boldly tried to move, uttering incomprehensible syllables—the first symphony. Pure life force gathered, like a newly born stream, and began to quietly spread across this ancient sea.
However, when Nuwa had created the three thousandth clay figure and given it the Fire of Life, she stopped. The number of three thousand was already considerable; the little figures crowded on the bluestone, like a newly born, vibrant forest.
But looking at the vast world of ancient times, this quantity is, after all, just a drop in the ocean, scattered like dust.
If one were to mold this race solely with one's own hands, even after countless years, it would be difficult to imbue it with the immense Luck to shake up the Primordial Wilderness order and mend the deficiencies of the Heavenly Dao.
Nuwa's gaze fell upon an ancient Gourd Vine growing naturally beside the mudflats, entwined with primordial chaos.
The vines were gnarled and strong, their emerald leaves like jade, swaying gently in the breeze and exuding a pure, woody spirit.
A bold and powerful idea, like a lightning bolt piercing through chaos, suddenly illuminated her mind!
She stretched out her slender hand and beckoned to the Gourd Vine in mid-air. As if sensing its movement, the divine vine flashed with a spiritual light and automatically detached itself, obediently flying into her palm.
The vine is warm and smooth to the touch, and feels substantial. It contains abundant Creation and is the perfect vessel for Tongtian and spreading life.
Without hesitation, Nuwa rolled up her wide sleeves, revealing a section of her fair, jade-like forearm. She cupped the clod of Divine Mud, which carried the future of the Primordial Wilderness world and contained immeasurable divine power, in her hands, lifted it high, and then forcefully threw it into a huge, deep, naturally formed depression in the nearby reef!
The depression had long been soaked by the rising and falling tides, accumulating clear and spiritual seawater. When the Divine Mud fell in, it instantly merged and stirred with this Innate Water Essence.
The Gourd Vine in Nuwa's hand seemed to be imbued with divinity, humming and vibrating, emitting a hazy blue light.
She gripped the vine tightly, immersing its thick end deep into the mud, as if drawing power from the Primordial Chaos.
The next moment, she channeled immense power into her arms and forcefully swung the Gourd Vine, covered in Divine Mud, toward the boundless beach ahead!