Rebirth in the Primordial World as Human Race! Starting with Chaos Heavy Pupils!

In the Primordial Wilderness, under Mount Buzhou.

This is the center of heaven and earth, the place transformed from the spine of Pangu.

The towering mountain body pierces straight into the clouds, reaching a height of unknown tens of thousands of miles.

At the foot of the mountain, a great river surges past, its waves crashing against the reefs on the shore, churning up a thousand piles of snow.

On the riverbank, a figure stands quietly.

It is a woman with a human head and a snake's body, her face impossible to describe with worldly language, as if she has gathered all the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth into herself.

Her body is surrounded by the Dao Rhyme of Creation, and the movement of every strand of her hair draws forth the trembling of the surrounding laws.

It is Nuwa.

She looks at her reflection in the water, her brows slightly furrowed, as if contemplating the opportunity to attain the Dao.

After a long time, a flash of realization passes through her eyes.

"The Demon Race rules the heavens, the Wu Clan rules the earth; there is endless slaughter between heaven and earth, yet one race is missing, one that can carry the clarity and peace of the world."

Nuwa waves her Delicate Hand lightly, taking out a mass of soil emitting nine-colored light; it is the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

She then takes out a bottle of crystal-clear water; it is the number one Sacred Medicine for healing in the Primordial Wilderness—the Three Lights Divine Water.

The soil and the divine water are mixed and kneaded in the hands of Nuwa.

Her movements are slow and meticulous.

Before long, a clay figure takes shape in her hands.

The clay figure has regular features and sound limbs, its entire body as flawless as white jade, with the Innate Dao Rhyme flowing within it.

"Hoo—"

Nuwa gently breathes out a puff of the Immortal Qi of Creation.

The clay figure lands on the ground and grows with the wind, transforming into a youth eight feet tall.

This is Ye Xuan.

At this moment, he is muddled, his consciousness still in chaos.

He feels as if he has had a very long dream, one without light, only endless darkness.

Suddenly, a warm current surges into his body.

That is the Immortal Qi of Creation from Nuwa, and also the source of his life.

The eyelids of Ye Xuan tremble.

Then, he opens them abruptly.

"BOOM!"

The moment Ye Xuan opens his eyes, a sudden change occurs.

The originally clear sky suddenly splits open with a fissure.

In the eyes of Ye Xuan, there are no black and white pupils; instead, there are two strange, overlapping pupils.

One large and one small, tightly interlocked, as deep as two black holes connected to chaos.

That is—Innate Twin Pupils!

And not ordinary ones.

In the deepest part of those pupils, gray chaotic currents roll wildly, as if evolving the scene of Heaven Splitting and Earth Opening.

Two gray beams of Chaos Divine Light shoot out from the eyes of Ye Xuan without warning.

These beams ignore space and distance, piercing directly through the void at the foot of Mount Buzhou, leaving behind two pitch-black cracks that refuse to heal for a long time.

Even the holy light protecting the body of Nuwa is stirred into ripples by these two gazes.

"Hmm?"

The hand of Nuwa, which was preparing to continue kneading the soil, stops in mid-air.

Her Beautiful Eyes, which contain the sun, moon, and stars, look at this newly born person with surprise.

"Innate Twin Pupils? And accompanied by Chaos Qi?"

Nuwa whispers to herself.

She did not expect that the first human she kneaded on a whim would have such a background.

Such a constitution, even among the Innate Gods and Demons, is enough to rank among the best.

"Since that is the case, I shall bestow upon you the name—Xuan."

Nuwa speaks, and her words carry the weight of the law.

"Xuan..."

Ye Xuan murmurs, repeating the name, the Chaos Divine Light in his eyes gradually receding and returning to normal.

He looks at the tall, holy woman before him, the fragments of memory from his past life in his mind rapidly reorganizing and overlapping with the scene before him.

Mount Buzhou.

Nuwa creates humans.

Did I transmigrate? And am I the first human created by Nuwa?

Ye Xuan was shaken to his core.

But he dared not move, nor did he dare to speak.

Because Nuwa had already turned around, continuing her work of creating humans.

Perhaps having Ye Xuan as a perfect template made her subsequent movements much faster.

One mud figure after another was pinched into shape, landing on the ground and transforming into a human.

Although these people also possessed the Innate Dao Body, compared to Ye Xuan, they lacked an inexplicable Dao rhyme, and their eyes did not hold that world-shaking vision.

Soon, Nuwa had pinched out three thousand mud figures.

These were the three thousand Innate Human Race of the future.

"Too slow."

Nuwa looked at the remaining Nine Heavens Breathing Soil on the ground and shook her head slightly.

She casually snapped off a Gourd Vine from the side, dipped it into the mud slurry, and swung it forcefully toward the surroundings.

"Snap!"

Mud splattered.

Every drop of mud that landed transformed into a human upon meeting the wind.

However, these humans flung out by the vine were a notch inferior to the three thousand pinched by hand, both in physique and origin.

Even so, in just a short moment, the foot of Mount Buzhou was packed with dense crowds of figures.

There were exactly 129,600 of them, matching the number of One Yuan.

When the very last human was born.

The heavens and earth went still.

An indescribably grand pressure descended upon every corner of the Primordial World without warning.

"Rumble!"

Above the nine heavens, Purple Qi Comes from the East for thirty thousand miles.

Countless golden lotuses surged from the earth; heavenly flowers fell like rain, and golden lotuses bloomed from the ground.

A Golden Pillar of Merit, as thick as a pillar supporting the sky, descended from beyond the heavens, shrouding Nuwa directly.

That was the Merit of Creating Humans!

It was also the Opportunity to Become a Saint!

Nuwa closed her eyes, her body slowly rising into the air.

The massive golden cloud of merit condensed behind her, eventually transforming into a Golden Wheel of Merit that illuminated the Myriad Worlds.

At the same time, the Primordial Violet Qi within Nuwa's body trembled violently, merging with the vast merit filling the sky.

"Crack."

That was the sound of a realm barrier shattering.

A terrifying aura belonging to a Sage swept across the entire Primordial World, centered on Mount Buzhou.

At this moment.

Whether it was the Dragon Race at the shores of the East Sea, or the Phoenix Race at the Undying Volcano.

Whether it was the Demon Emperor in the Heavenly Court, or the Ancestral Wu on the earth.

Every living creature felt a trembling that originated from the depths of their souls.

Except for Ye Xuan.

He stood at the very front of the crowd, his Chaos Heavy Pupils glowing faintly, helping him offset most of the Sage's pressure, allowing him to look directly at this epoch-making scene.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

The Three Pure Ones, who were in seclusion contemplating the Heavenly Dao, opened their eyes simultaneously.

The horsetail whisk in the hand of Taishang Laojun flickered, and a trace of shock appeared on his face, which was usually as calm as an ancient well.

"Junior Sister Nuwa... has actually become a Sage first?"

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned, looking at the soaring holy light in the direction of Mount Buzhou, his tone filled with disbelief.

"The Dao of Creation? Can one become a Sage simply by creating a race?"

Tongtian Jiaozhu stood up abruptly, sword intent surging in his eyes.

"Good! A fine Nuwa! I never expected that we, the Orthodox Pangu Lineage, would fall a step behind!"

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Demon Heavenly Court.

The wine cup in the hand of the Demon Emperor Di Jun shattered with a sharp "crack."

Donghuang Taiyi struck the Chaos Bell with a sudden, violent force.

"GONG—"

The melodious chime attempted to suppress the pressure of the Saint that permeated the Heavenly Court, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Nuwa... Empress Wa has actually attained Sainthood?!

Di Jun's expression was complex, filled with both wild joy and deep apprehension.

He was joyful because Nuwa was the Empress Wa of the Demon Heavenly Court; with her as a Saint, the Demon Heavenly Court would stand taller than ever.

Yet he was apprehensive because, from this moment on, there would be a great Buddha looming over the Demon Heavenly Court that required their prostration. Could the authority of the Heavenly Court still be held firmly in his grasp?

In the West, Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin Daoren and Zhunti Daoren looked at each other, their faces filled with bitterness.

"Senior Brother, with the East producing a Saint first, how arduous the day of our Western revival has become," Zhunti sighed.

Jieyin's face, already naturally sorrowful, crinkled into the shape of a bitter melon.

Under Mount Buzhou.

The holy light dissipated.

Nuwa had now undergone a complete transformation.

She was no longer merely the Innate Gods and Demons Empress Wa of the Demon Heavenly Court, but a Heavenly Dao Saint, high above, viewing all living things as mere straw dogs.