At this time.
Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.
On the Cloud Platform, a figure sat quietly on a meditation cushion, gazing intently at the Human Race's lands.
This man was none other than Taishang, the foremost of the Three Pure Ones.
Ever since Nuwa had molded clay to create humans and attained sagehood through merit, Taishang had sensed something.
His own opportunity to attain sagehood was inextricably linked to the Human Race created by Nuwa.
All these years, Taishang had been observing the Human Race in secret.
"Looks like I'll have to pay the Human Race a visit."
As he watched, a feeling stirred in Taishang's heart. His eyes opened and closed, and it seemed that galaxies turned within them.
He could sense that his chance to attain sagehood was closely connected to this newly born species, the Human Race.
Tongtian and Yuanshi had already established their sects and attained sagehood, one after the other.
From this, Taishang had also seen the general path toward attaining sagehood.
Attaining sagehood by slaying the Three Corpses was likely beyond his reach. His only option was to establish a sect and attain sagehood through merit.
However, what troubled Taishang greatly was this:
He, too, wanted to follow in Tongtian and Yuanshi's footsteps and attain sagehood by establishing a sect, but he lacked the foundation to do so.
Hundreds of years ago, Nuwa had succeeded in creating humans. Heaven's favor descended upon her in the form of immense merit, allowing her to ascend to sagehood in a single step.
It was then that Taishang sensed a karmic connection between himself and the Human Race.
This let him know that his chance to attain sagehood lay with the Human Race.
After a moment's thought, a look of resolve flashed in Taishang's eyes.
Then he suddenly