Creating Humans in Progress

Nuwa's eyes shone so brightly it was almost frightening as she grabbed Qingxuan and pulled him to his feet.

The urge to create within her was nearly impossible to suppress, and visions formed from the Law of Creation flickered in and out around her.

Nuwa dragged Qingxuan down from the clouds, landing on a broad, level stretch of ground by the East Sea.

The instant her feet touched the ground, Nuwa impatiently took out that lump of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

The moment the Breathing Soil appeared, the spiritual energy in the surroundings became active, and the plants on the ground began growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nuwa looked at Qingxuan, and the more she looked, the more pleasing he seemed to her.

"Make them like you! This Innate Dao Body looks well-proportioned, probably runs pretty fast, and is convenient for working too!"

"..."

[All right, so it really was like this.]

[Fine. Being the looks template for all humanity isn't a loss.]

[I just wonder how handsome the Human Race will turn out if they all grow according to my standards. That's a bit of pressure.]

Nuwa had no time to pay attention to Qingxuan's narcissistic thoughts. Her entire mind was immersed in the excitement of creation.

She carefully broke off a small piece of Breathing Soil, placed it in her palm, recalled Qingxuan's appearance, and began working with clumsy yet focused fingers.

After all, this was her first time doing such delicate work. The little people she kneaded out either had heads that were too large, arms that were too thin, or legs of unequal lengths. Crooked and lopsided, they looked rather comical.

"Master, how about I make you a model?"

Looking at those oddly shaped first-generation humans, Qingxuan truly could not hold back any longer.

He feared that if his master kept freely improvising like this, the Human Race would lose badly in looks before they were even born.

Nuwa looked at the lump of mud in her hand, its nose and eyes nearly squeezed together, and felt a little embarrassed too. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she pushed the Breathing Soil toward Qingxuan.

"Ahem, then you give it a try. Make them better-looking!"

Qingxuan chuckled and took the Breathing Soil.

He had seen countless sculptures from later generations. What he lacked least in his mind were all kinds of standard human-body models.

His fingers moved nimbly—rolling, pinching, kneading, carving—and before long, a lifelike little clay figure with perfect proportions lay in his palm. Its brows, eyes, and facial contours even bore a faint resemblance to his own.

"Master, how does this look?"

Nuwa took it and examined it closely, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes, yes, yes, exactly like this! Follow this model!"

With a template, Nuwa learned quickly.

She was, after all, a master of the Dao of Creation. Once she got the hang of it, she immediately surpassed her teacher. The little people she kneaded became vivid and lifelike, with delicate features and even subtle, distinct expressions—some honest and simple, others lively and spirited.

But a problem arose. Having only an appearance was not enough.

These clay figures were lifeless, nothing more than handicrafts.

"They have vitality, and they have form. What they still lack is that most crucial spark of spirituality."

Nuwa frowned, pressing a finger to a little clay figure's forehead as she tried to infuse it with her Origin of Creation. Yet the figure only glimmered faintly before dimming again, unable to truly come alive.

"Three Lights Divine Water!"

Qingxuan could not help reminding her.

Nuwa's eyes lit up as realization dawned upon her.

That was right. In the Primordial World, there was a sacred healing medicine known as Three Lights Divine Water, consisting respectively of the golden Sunlight Divine Water, the white Moonlight Divine Water, and the purple Starlight Divine Water.

Sunlight Divine Water: erodes blood, essence, bones, and flesh.

Moonlight Divine Water: corrodes the Primordial Spirit and soul.

Starlight Divine Water: devours and dissolves the True Spirit and consciousness.

Used alone, each was an unsolvable lethal poison.

But once the golden Sunlight Divine Water, white Moonlight Divine Water, and purple Starlight Divine Water were used together, they became the foremost sacred healing medicine of the Primordial World!

Aside from its abundant life force, the union of sun, moon, and stars also contained the seed of spirituality—just right for igniting the Human Race's spark of spirituality.

The problem was solved, but where could they find Three Lights Divine Water?

Primordial did have some Three Lights Divine Water in his possession, but he treasured it dearly in ordinary times.

Just as Nuwa was troubled, Qingxuan suddenly handed her a jade gourd.

Nuwa accepted it instinctively and opened the gourd. The unique multicolored radiance of the Three Lights Divine Water burst forth, mingled with life force and spirituality.

It was precisely the Three Lights Divine Water the system had rewarded before.

Nuwa was overjoyed. She took a deep breath.

Her fingertips dipped into the incomparably precious Three Lights Divine Water, then carefully tapped it onto the foreheads of the little clay figures she had already shaped.

Buzzz!

As the Three Lights Divine Water fused into them, it was as though the finishing touch had been added to a painted dragon.

The clay figures instantly blossomed with a soft glow.

Their earthen bodies seemed to gain real flesh and skin, becoming warm and soft.

Their eyelids trembled, then slowly opened!

Their eyes were clear, innocent, and brimming with curiosity—entirely unlike the savage bloodlust that the living beings of the primordial world possessed from birth.

The first little person to be enlightened blinked, curiously looked at Nuwa, who had created him, then at Qingxuan beside her. He grinned and uttered a vague yet joyful sound.

"Mo...ther? Fa...ther?"

Nuwa's eyes filled with joy for the life she had created. A radiant maternal glow gradually emerged around her.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

More little people came to life. They curiously moved their hands and feet, babbling as they gathered around Nuwa and Qingxuan, their gazes pure and trusting.

It worked! It truly worked!

As Nuwa looked upon these new lives, created by her own hands and filled with vitality and spirituality, immense joy and accomplishment flooded her heart. She was happier than she had ever been at a breakthrough in cultivation!

Her playful nature stirred. Feeling that molding them one by one was too slow, she waved her hand and produced the Innate Gourd Vine, dipped it into the remaining Breathing Soil slurry mixed with Three Lights Divine Water, and flung it toward the ground!

Plop! Plop!

Wherever droplets of mud landed, little people sprang forth.

Though they were not as delicate as those Nuwa had molded by hand, they were just as lively and vigorous, instantly turning this patch of land bustling with activity.

Thousands upon thousands of little people were born. They curiously explored this brand-new world, gazing at the blue sky, stepping into the seawater, and bursting into cheerful laughter.

Nuwa created a total of 129,600 members of the Human Race, corresponding to the number of one primordial cycle.

Nuwa's heart surged as she beheld the scene.

She felt an incomparably close connection forming between herself and this newborn race.

The Law of Creation manifested in full, while phantoms of countless living beings appeared around Nuwa, endlessly circling her.

The Primordial Violet Qi sealed within her mind thrashed madly, seeking to merge with her, yet it was firmly suppressed in the depths of her Sea of Consciousness.

Seeing Nuwa like this, Qingxuan grew tense. The phantom of the Myriad Manifestations Dao Suppressing Stele flickered behind him. They had reached the most critical step.

If she succeeded, Nuwa would be free and unfettered from this day onward. If she failed, she would become a Puppet of Heavenly Dao.

"Master, the time to attain the Dao has come. If not now, then when?"

Qingxuan gave a sharp cry!

As early as the founding of the Witch Race, Qingxuan and Nuwa had already decided to report their intentions to the Great Dao, so Qingxuan had no need to remind her again.

At Qingxuan's prompt, inspiration came to Nuwa.

She raised her head toward that supreme existence hidden in the unseen, her clear voice resounding through heaven and earth:

"Great Dao above! Today, Nuwa sees that slaughter never ceases in the primordial world, and All Spirits suffer in misery. Thus, using Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and Three Lights Divine Water as the foundation, I create a race, to be named: 'Human'!"

"This race shall be born with Dao Bodies, intelligent and spiritually gifted, yearning for peace and skilled in creation! May this race add an aura of harmony to the primordial world and usher in peace for ten thousand ages!"

"Human Race, arise!"

As her words fell, the entire primordial world trembled!