On Penglai Island, Lingxiao took out the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and said, "Everything needed to create living beings is ready. From here on, it all depends on Empress Wa."
Nuwa scratched her head and said, "It's all here, indeed. But what are the living beings we create supposed to look like?"
Xuanxiao chuckled and said, "The Myriad Races all cultivate through the Dao body. Why don't we use the Dao body as the foundation and create a race of our own?"
Nuwa nodded and began shaping the clay. After considerable effort, she finished molding a tiny figure and said, "A race should number one yuan. How long will it take to mold that many?"
Xuanxiao casually said, "It's just playing with mud. What's so difficult about that? Think of it as having fun—and we'll even get merit for it."
Nuwa chuckled and said, "Mystic Emperor, those were your words. I'm leaving the clay-molding to you, then. Good luck. I'll give you thirty percent of the Human Race's fortune."
Xuanxiao nodded. "Deal. Let's do it." With that, he began his great clay-molding endeavor. Since this generation of the Human Race wasn't made by shaking a gourd vine, but was entirely hand-molded and intricately carved, all the humans ended up looking quite standard.
More than half a month passed like this, and they finally reached a number of one yuan. Xuanxiao sighed and said, "Good grief, this work really isn't easy. I'm a mighty Primordial Golden Immortal, yet I actually worked my hands until they cramped."
Fuxi burst out laughing. "Of course. Only you, Mystic Emperor, could pull off something like this. With these hands of mine that play the qin, I really couldn't have molded them to look that good."
Xuanxiao was speechless. "All right, help me up first, then