Nuwa sat down cross-legged by the stream and placed Universe Cauldron, Red Embroidered Ball, and the three magic lamps in front of him one by one.
Finally, she took out the dead vine taken from Innate Gourd Vine.
The withered vines feel rough to the touch, completely different from the lush green look of the past.
Nuwa gently stroked the vine body, and felt a hint of life on his fingertips.
After the seven gourds were picked, it should have withered completely, but the watering of Three Light Divine Water and Essence of Innate Wutu kept it alive.
At this moment, it seemed to sense something and trembled slightly in her palm.
Nuwa Put it next to you, and then take out two things from your sleeve.
The first thing is a ball of soil.
The soil was dark yellow in color, exuding a warm and thick light. Every grain of soil was as crystal clear as jade, and there were faint shadows of mountains and rivers flowing in it.
Nine Heavens Breath Soil, the essence of the earth, Origin Essence of the innate earth, one grain can transform tens of thousands of mountains, and is the most perfect foundation for the creation of all things.
The second one is a jade bottle. The cork is opened, and the sun, moon and stars Three-Colored Light overflow from the mouth of the bottle, reflecting the surrounding space like a dream.
Three Light Divine Water.
The essence of the three lights of the sun, moon and stars gathers together to nourish all things and awaken vitality. It is one of the most precious divine waters in the world.
Finally, Nuwa raised his right hand and lightly touched his left wrist with his fingertips.
A small wound opened, and a drop of bright red blood seeped out from the wound, suspended in mid-air.
The essence and blood exudes a warm luster, and there is a faint Daoist rhyme of Creation Power circulating in it.
That is the Origin Essence that she has condensed from countless Kalpa practices, and it is the mark of her life as Innate Divine Being.
Nine Heavens Breath Soil is the bone, Three Light Divine Water is the blood, and your own essence and blood is the soul.
Nuwa took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Universe Cauldron slowly rotated in front of her, the cyan light getting brighter and brighter.
On the tripod, patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, fish and insects began to flow slowly, as if they were coming to life.
From the mouth of the cauldron, Chaos Qi surged out, like a gray cloud, waiting to carry the life that was about to be born.
She stretched out her hand, took off a small piece of Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and placed it in the palm of her hand. The soil tentacles were warm and moist, like a ball of soft soil, but extremely heavy. That small piece was the weight of a ten thousand-foot high mountain.
She kneaded the soil gently, and the Creation Power on her fingertips penetrated into it, feeling every texture and breath of it.
Then, she drew a drop of Three Light Divine Water from the jade bottle and dropped it on the soil.
Three-Colored Light melted in the soil, and the essence of the sun, moon and stars penetrated into every particle of soil. The originally black and yellow soil gradually took on a warm luster, like the awakened earth.
Finally, she gently tapped the drop of blood into it.
The moment the essence and blood submerged into the soil, Nuwa clearly sensed that some essential change had occurred in the soil.
It is no longer a simple soil, it is no longer a simple soil, but has a sprout of "life".
The sprout was extremely weak, like a sleeping seed, waiting for the moment to break out of the ground.
Nuwa Start kneading.
Her fingers were gentle and steady, as if she were shaping the most exquisite object in the world.
Head, torso, limbs... She used Innate Dao Body as a template and copied its shape on this small ball of soil stroke by stroke.
The first clay figure gradually took shape in her palm.
That's a man.
His facial features are straight, his eyebrows are clear, his body is as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his limbs are slender and well-proportioned.
He closed his eyes and lay quietly in the palm of Nuwa, as if he was just sleeping.
He has the characteristics of other races, including no dragon horns, no phoenix crown, no scales, and no wings.
He is just a pure, complete, born Innate Dao Body person.
Nuwa looked at the little clay figurine in his palm, a complex emotion flashing through his eyes.
This is the first human being she created, a creature that has never existed between heaven and earth.
He will have no powerful Physical Body, no innate magical powers, and no long life.
But he was born Innate Dao Body, and he was born to fit Great Dao.
His starting point is the end point that countless creatures have gone through untold hardships to reach.
She gently placed the first clay figurine into Universe Cauldron.
Chaos Qi came and wrapped the clay figure.
The Return to Origin power of Universe Cauldron begins to operate. The impurities in Nine Heavens Breath Soil are stripped away bit by bit, the essence of Three Light Divine Water is completely integrated, and the Creation Power in the essence and blood penetrates into the depths of every grain of soil.
The clay figure slowly rotated in the cauldron, and its originally rough outline became more rounded and delicate, its facial features became clearer and distinct, and its limbs became more symmetrical and coordinated.
Seventy-seven forty-nine days later, the first clay figurine flew out of the cauldron and landed in front of Nuwa.
He is no longer a clay body, but a real body of flesh and blood. His skin is as warm as jade, his chest rises and falls slightly, and his breathing is even and steady.
His body, meridians, organs, bones, blood... everything is there, exactly the same as Innate Dao Body's structure.
He has the bud of spiritual intelligence, but it has not yet been awakened. That is the last and most critical step.
Nuwa didn't wake him up immediately.
She placed him gently beside her and took off the second piece of soil.
The second clay figurine is a woman.
Her facial features are softer and her figure is slender, forming a wonderful complement to the first man.
Nuwa kneaded her into shape and put her into Universe Cauldron to refine her. After seventy-seven forty-nine days, she was taken out and placed next to the man.
The third. The fourth. The fifth.
Nuwa was immersed in the kneading, forgetting the passage of time.
Her hands are becoming more and more skilled, and each clay figurine is more delicate and agile than the last one.
She no longer simply reproduces the form of Innate Dao Body, but leaves subtle differences in each clay figurine.
Some have slightly higher eyebrows, some have slightly raised lip corners, some have straight nose bridges, and some have deep eye sockets.
They are both Innate Dao Body and Human Race, but they each have their own appearance and temperament.
Three hundred and sixty-five.
When the last clay figurine flew out of Universe Cauldron and landed in front of her, Nuwa's hands were already trembling slightly.
Three hundred and sixty-five clay figurines, three hundred and sixty-five times of refining, consumed a huge amount of her mana and energy, her face was as pale as paper, and the Creation Power around her was also much darker.
But her eyes were shining with an unprecedented light.
Three hundred and sixty-five clay figures were neatly arranged in the open space by the stream, facing Nuwa, sleeping with their eyes closed.
Each one of them is a unique creation, the culmination of her hard work.
Her essence and blood flow in their bodies, containing the weight of Nine Heavens Breath Soil and the vitality of Three Light Divine Water. They have also passed through the Return to Origin of Universe Cauldron, and have the purest innate foundation.
Nuwa Take a deep breath and stand up.
She raised her hands, and Creation Power condensed into a blue beam of light in her palms, heading straight for Yun Xiao.
In the pillar of light, countless mysterious runes circulate, which is the most Origin Essence manifestation of Creation Dao, the great supernatural power, Creation Manipulation,
"Wake up."
Her voice was very soft, but like spring thunder, it exploded simultaneously in the Sea of Consciousness depths of the three hundred and sixty-five clay figurines.
Creation Manipulation's power surged out like a tide, covering all three hundred and sixty-five clay figures.
That is the purest Creation Power, the power that gives shape to the invisible and life to the insubstantial. It penetrates into the Sea of Consciousness of every clay figurine, lighting up that sleeping lamp of spiritual wisdom.
The first person to wake up was the first man to be pinched.
His eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly opened.
They were a pair of eyes as clear as water, reflecting the sky, streams, distant mountains, and the tired and gentle face of Nuwa.
He blinked, seeming to adapt to this new world.
He lowered his head and saw his body and his sleeping companions beside him. Then he raised his head and looked at Nuwa again.
"Mother."
His voice was a little jerky, it was the first time he used his own voice.
But these two words are said with great clarity and piety.
Nuwa's eye sockets were slightly red.
She nodded slightly and reached out to touch the top of his head, but did not name him.
She is the creator, not the namer.
These children should define themselves, name themselves, and write their own stories.
Behind him, the second clay figure opened its eyes.
It was a woman, her eyes were softer than the first man's, like the warm sunshine in spring.
She looked at Nuwa, looked at her companion who had woken up beside her, and then she also leaned over and kowtowed.
"Mother."
The third. The fourth. The fifth.
Three hundred and sixty-five Innate Human Race woke up one after another. The first thing they did when they opened their eyes was to look at Nuwa, then they kowtowed and called "Mother".
Their voices are uneven, some are crisp, some are deep, some are loud, some are soft, but every word is full of the same piety and gratitude.
Nuwa helped them up, his eyes stayed on each person's face for a moment, and remembered their appearance in his heart.
But three hundred and sixty-five people are too few.