Tieguai Li

Within the Chaos Bead, the river of time surged on without end, and the embers of another completed epoch had yet to fade.

In Zixiao Palace, the All Saints' gazes converged once more.

"This time, allow This Poor Daoist to take the lead."

Nuwa rose to her feet, her robes fluttering as an aura of creation suffused her.

With one step, she arrived before the Chaos Bead. She raised her slender hand, and the Red Embroidered Ball spun rapidly, scattering boundless divine light of creation into the world that had returned to Chaos.

This creation of the world was unlike the previous three.

There was none of Pangu Banner's domineering force, none of the Taiji Diagram's profound mystery, nor the finesse of opening the heavens with a single stroke.

Nuwa's methods were closer to nurturing and creation.

Where the Red Embroidered Ball's light fell, Chaos naturally divided.

The clear became the heavens, the turbid became the earth, and worlds across the heavens sprouted like seeds, naturally expanding this realm of Chaos.

Mountains and rivers took shape beneath her fingertips, while streams flowed into being at her will.

The vitality of all things seemed to be gently awakened by a tender yet mighty hand, emerging bit by bit from the void.

"This time, let myriad races rise together. Let the Humanity Dao be their foundation, and let every living being have its own path and its own destined opportunities."

Nuwa murmured softly. The aura of creation gathered at her fingertips, and upon the earth she molded clay into humans in her own image.

Then she imbued the essences of mountains and rivers, the spirits of plants and trees, and the beasts and birds with intelligence and the foundations for cultivation.

When she had finished, Nuwa's aura subsided slightly, and her form