Cloud Tower Immortal Palace slowly drifted to the shore of the East Sea.
The calm, ripple-free East Sea stretched beyond sight.
Qingxuan and Nuwa stood atop the clouds, gazing at the scenery below. Along the way, it was rare to see such a peaceful and tranquil place.
Ever since leaving Fengqi Mountain, the Primordial World had been an absolute mess.
At every moment, they could see living beings fighting to the death over Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and Spiritual Treasures and Dharma Artifacts, constantly destroying their surroundings.
At first, Nuwa had not cared. In the Primordial World, the strong preyed on the weak. She had long since grown accustomed to it.
But after seeing so much of it, especially with Qingxuan accompanying her this time, her state of mind seemed to have changed.
She had seen a group of little demons chased in all directions by a greater demon over an immature sprig of Spiritual Grass, with more than half of them dead or wounded in the end; she had seen two small clans wage a bloody battle to the death over a single Spiritual Vein, annihilating each other; and she had also seen cultivators specifically capture newly transformed, ignorant little spirits to refine into medicine or use as slaves...
Across the Primordial World, battles and struggles were everywhere.
The strong bullied the weak, the weak united to resist the strong, and then were crushed by those even stronger.
Again and again, in an endless cycle.
Even perfectly good Blessed Lands were often battered into ruins, their spiritual energy becoming turbid and filthy.
Nuwa knitted her beautiful brows and sighed softly.
"The Primordial World is so endlessly chaotic. For a little spiritual treasure or an inch of territory, they're willing to risk their lives fighting?"
Qingxuan lay across Nuwa's long legs, a stalk of Spiritual Grass from who-knew-where hanging from his mouth.
"There are only so many resources. Whoever has the bigger fist can seize them. Once they do, they can become stronger, then go seize even more. Isn't that the rule of the Primordial World?"
The strong prey on the weak. The law of the jungle.
This world created by Great God Pangu has only cultivated power, not compassion.
But come to think of it, the current situation is pretty similar to society in later ages. Everyone struggles and fights for profit. The only difference is that the methods are a little more civilized.
If there could be a race that wasn't naturally so eager to fight and grow stronger, a race that liked pondering other things instead—like farming, inventing things, or studying art—then perhaps the Primordial World would be a lot more interesting.
Listening to Qingxuan's inner thoughts, Nuwa's eyes brightened slightly.
Not eager to fight and grow stronger? Fond of pondering other things? Farming? Creating things?
Although Nuwa had learned from Qingxuan's inner thoughts long ago that her opportunity to attain the Dao lay in creating humanity,
she had not had the slightest clue how to create humans, how they should be made, or what they should be modeled after.
Now, Qingxuan's thoughts had pointed out a direction for her.
Indeed, why did all living beings in the Primordial World have to be born into ceaseless struggle and plunder?
Why couldn't there be a kind of living being that was naturally better at cooperation and more skilled at creation, rather than simply destroying everything?
Could her Dao of Creation only produce life like the existing beings of the Primordial World—life that ceaselessly fought for survival and strength?
If so, she would merely be adding another group of beings that fought and plundered to the existing races of the Primordial World. They would be utterly useless to the Primordial World.
Then could she create a new kind of living being, as Qingxuan had suggested?
Beings that were peaceful, wise, and knew how to cherish and create.
Once this thought emerged, it grew wildly in her heart like weeds.
She felt her Law of Creation tremble faintly. The gates to becoming a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal seemed to have already opened before her.
The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
The existing races, whether Witches, demons, or any others, seemed to have had their natures predetermined long ago.
But if she personally created an entirely new race, she could bestow them with different innate natures from their very origins!
The more Nuwa thought about it, the more excited she became. She could not help grabbing Qingxuan by the sleeve.
"Qingxuan, what if I created a race that wasn't like the demons, who prey on the weak, nor like the Witch Race, who revered only strength? What if they naturally preferred peaceful lives and used wisdom and their hands to create value instead of using force to plunder? Wouldn't such a race be better?"
Looking at Nuwa's sparkling eyes, full of anticipation and creative passion, Qingxuan smiled with relief inside.
Damn! Master's comprehension is incredible!
But this vision has risen to a whole new level! She isn't just trying to become a Sage through merit. She genuinely wants to create a better kind of life.
As long as she maintains this state of mind, the chances of awakening the human path will increase greatly!
He immediately sat up from Nuwa's snow-white legs, a look of approval appearing on his face.
"Master! That idea of yours is wonderful!"
"The Primordial World is a complete mess right now because everyone only thinks about fighting. If there were truly a race that naturally loved peace and creation, wouldn't that be interesting? They could build beautiful houses, make exquisite tools, and plant grain, fruits, and vegetables across the mountains and plains. Perhaps they could even discover ways to become powerful without fighting!"
"Such a race would surely bring an entirely new change to the Primordial World, which only knows how to fight and grow stronger! That would be true creation—creating something new instead of repeating what already exists!"
As Qingxuan spoke, he worked himself into a fervor.
His words left Nuwa's heart surging, and her cheeks flushed faintly with excitement.
She felt that her Dao-heart had never been so clear. Her Law of Creation moved rhythmically around her, her Primordial Spirit leaping wildly, as though she had heard the heavenly music of the Great Dao!
Yes! She had to create such a race!
A race that loved peace, excelled at creation, and was completely different from the beings of the current Primordial World, who knew only how to fight and grow stronger—a brand-new race filled with wisdom and potential!
Nuwa lowered her head and took out the ball of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil she had been nurturing all this time. Feeling the immense Creative Vitality within it, she unconsciously kneaded it with her fingers while murmuring to herself.
"But how should I create them?"
Nuwa furrowed her brows slightly, contemplating the specifics.
"I must use supreme creative power to grant them their most fundamental form of life and spirituality. But what should their appearance be?"
Her gaze fell involuntarily upon Qingxuan beside her.
Qingxuan felt a little creeped out under her stare.
"Master... why are you looking at me?"
Nuwa smiled radiantly, her beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.
"I think you're quite good as you are."
"???"
What does she mean, 'I think you're quite good as you are'? Is she planning to mold the first human after me?
Ignoring Qingxuan's inner thoughts, Nuwa seemed to have found the perfect reference.
The more she looked at Qingxuan, the more satisfied she became. The smile on her face grew brighter and brighter, and her enthusiasm for creating a new race soared to unprecedented heights.
The current beings of the Primordial World all cultivated until they transformed into the Innate Dao Body. Some beings even disliked the Innate Dao Body and retained part of their racial appearance when transforming.
But in the Primordial World, no living being had ever been born naturally in the form of the Innate Dao Body.
By the shore of the East Sea, a gentle breeze passed by. The overture to the birth of an entirely new race had already begun to play.
Nuwa held the Breathing Soil in her hand, a clear blueprint in her heart. She was about to begin the greatest act of creation since the Primordial World was formed!
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