Seizing Opportunities, Not Recognizing Nuwa

"Chu Yan, the Human Race was created by me, and I am their Holy Mother. Why do you refuse to bow to me?"

"Chu Yan, you are truly audacious. To show such disrespect to Junior Sister Nuwa, the Holy Mother—you are acting against the heavens."

The Primordial World, the Shore of the East Sea.

Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, and the Westerners Jieyin and Zhunti all hovered in the air, glaring furiously at Chu Yan.

Countless Great Powers of the Primordial World had their gazes fixed upon this location.

Nuwa created humanity, becoming the Holy Mother of the Human Race, destined to receive the obeisance of the people and thereby attain the Saint Position.

Yet, a hitch had occurred.

High above the Shore of the East Sea, the massive Golden Light of Merit for creating humanity hung suspended, unable to descend.

The culprit behind all of this was none other than the Primordial Human Race standing before them.

The first of the Innate Human Race, Chu Yan.

Chu Yan had been a formidable tycoon in the 21st century. Having just finished a novel about the Primordial World, he felt the tragic end of the Human Ancestor was unjust, and upon dying suddenly, he transmigrated here.

When he opened his eyes again, he discovered he had arrived in the Primordial World.

He was the very first of the one hundred thousand Innate Human Race created by Nuwa.

After merging with his memories, Chu Yan could not sit still, for he knew the ultimate fate of the Primordial Human Race.

The Wu-Yao clans would slaughter the humans wantonly, leaving not a single one of the one hundred thousand Innate Human Race alive.

Furthermore, the Human Race Destiny would be carved up by the All Saints, and in the end, they would be schemed against by Hongjun.

Humanity would be plotted to death before the Human Path even had a chance to emerge.

From then on, the Human Emperor would be reduced to a mere Son of Heaven.

The Human Race would ultimately become puppets of the All Saints, never to see the light of day again.

Perhaps, in that instant, Chu Yan understood the reason for his transmigration.

To save the Human Race.

And so, when Nuwa went to name the Human Race, Chu Yan seized the initiative and named them himself.

He directly snatched away a portion of the Human Race Destiny, which in turn significantly diminished Nuwa's opportunity to attain sainthood.

Desperate to make up for the loss, Nuwa sought to name Chu Yan.

But Chu Yan spoke up ahead of time once more, declaring that he already had a name: Chu Yan.

Nuwa was so enraged she nearly coughed up three liters of blood.

She immediately demanded that the Human Race kneel and acknowledge her as their Holy Mother to compensate for the loss.

But Chu Yan had instantly seized Nuwa's Seven Inches, forbidding the Human Race from kneeling.

This had thoroughly infuriated Nuwa.

To cut off one's path to sainthood was an enmity that would never be resolved.

Even Taiqing felt that his own path to sainthood was inextricably linked to the Human Race, and after the scene Chu Yan had caused, how could he remain seated?

He immediately manifested his Dharma Body to descend upon the Shore of the East Sea, drawing the attention of countless Great Powers across the Primordial World.

"Chu Yan, I will give you one more chance: kneel and acknowledge me as the Holy Mother of the Human Race."

Yet, Chu Yan remained unyielding, raising his head to look at Nuwa.

"Why should the Human Race bow to you as their Holy Mother?"

Chu Yan stood tall and firm, not a shred of fear in his heart.

"The Human Race was created by me; I gave you life. If you do not bow to me, who else would you bow to?"

However, Chu Yan only offered a cold smile:

"You are correct that the Human Race was created by you, but you will also attain sainthood because of the Human Race. It is merely a transaction of interests between us; therefore, the Human Race owes you nothing."

As these words fell, the entire Primordial World shook, and the countless Great Powers were stunned.

Chu Yan was attempting to sever the bond between the Human Race and Nuwa.

Once this argument of Chu Yan's took hold, then after Nuwa attained sainthood, the Human Race would have no further connection to her.

Taiqing, in particular, saw his expression change instantly.

"Chu Yan, cease your nonsense! This is ordained by heaven."

Yet, deep down, he was greatly alarmed. Looking at him, he felt that this Chu Yan was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

At the same time, he felt stifled with frustration. Junior Sister Nuwa, what on earth have you created?

He watched as Chu Yan took a step forward, chest puffed out, showing no fear of these powerful beings whatsoever.

"My fate is determined by me, not by Heaven. The path of the human race shall be decided by the humans themselves; there is no need for your demonic words to deceive the masses."

"You are arrogant and reckless. You seek death."

Chu Yan's words instantly ignited Nuwa's fury. The humans she had created dared to defy her? This was intolerable.

Glancing at a remaining lump of Nine Heavens Soil nearby, Nuwa did not hesitate.

She struck down with a palm, intending to annihilate Chu Yan and create a replacement.

If the bond between her and the human race were severed, what would become of her future?

Rumble...

The entire Shore of the East Sea trembled as the Heaven-Covering Great Hand Seal descended directly upon Chu Yan.

Countless Great Powers turned pale with shock.

"Nuwa, stop! If you kill Chu Yan, how is that any different from a mother murdering her own child?"

Suddenly, Sect Master Tongtian let out a roar, attempting to intervene. Although he did not particularly care for Chu Yan, he felt Nuwa's actions were truly excessive.

"Tongtian, hold your tongue."

Tai Shang's reprimand cut through the air. How could he allow Tongtian to ruin his own opportunity? He continued:

"Chu Yan is obstructing Junior Sister Nuwa's path to sainthood. If it were you, you would do the same, perhaps even worse."

"Eldest Brother, you..."

"Enough nonsense. Shut your mouth at once and do not ruin the greater cause."

Tongtian wanted to say more, but in the end, he remained silent.

Chu Yan glanced at Tongtian with a look of gratification. He was indeed worthy of being the future Sect Master Tongtian, a being capable of taking on four others alone.

His character was decent; if possible, helping him in the future would not be out of the question.

As for the other future saints? Heh, Chu Yan knew well that the future saints of the Primordial World were all cut from different cloth.

Nuwa's heart, after all, still belonged to the Demon Race.

The future Two Saints of the West were nothing but swindlers and cheats with no bottom line.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Laozi appeared to practice non-action and seemed noble and dignified, but in reality, he was a complete hypocrite at heart.

As for Yuanshi Tianzun? He prided himself on his superiority, and the future disciples of the Chan Sect were the best proof of that.

He was narrow-minded and consumed by jealousy, wanting to compete with Tongtian in everything. If not for the help of other saints during the Investiture of the Gods, Yuanshi would have surely lost.

Only Sect Master Tongtian was straightforward and lacked malicious intent; it was precisely because of this that his Jie Sect was eventually sabotaged into a shell of its former self.

Rumble...

Nuwa's attack landed, instantly engulfing everything in its path.

Pfft—

The result left everyone stunned: a golden light erupted from above the human race.

Nuwa immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, her expression shifting violently.

"No, how can this be? I have actually suffered a backlash!"

The Great Powers of the heavens were equally horrified. What was happening?

Taiqing's eyes widened as he stared at Chu Yan in disbelief.

"This... damn it, this is the power of Heavenly Dao protection! The Heavenly Dao is shielding the human race!"

"What?"

Ignoring her backlash, Nuwa was left completely bewildered by Taiqing's words.

"How can this be? If the power of Heavenly Dao protects the humans, how am I to become a saint? Is my path to sainthood severed? No, this cannot be! Pfft—"

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out as Nuwa's Dao heart suffered a fracture.

Countless other Great Powers watched this scene in a daze.

"Nuwa's Dao heart is damaged, her strength has plummeted. Sainthood will be difficult now."

"The Heavenly Dao protecting the humans? How is that even possible?"

The Great Powers were shocked, and Taiqing's face flushed with a mix of anger and shame.

His own path to sainthood was also deeply linked to the human race. If things were not going according to the script, what was he to do?

"Forget it, forget it. Since things have reached this point, I must compromise."

Taiqing took a deep breath and sent a telepathic message.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, the humans are protected by the Heavenly Dao; the General Trend is set and cannot be changed. You must find a way to make the humans acknowledge your status as their Holy Mother, otherwise, you cannot attain sainthood."

Though he did not know why the Heavenly Dao was protecting the humans, it no longer mattered; Nuwa's ascension was the priority.

The thunderous voice echoed in Nuwa's mind, and she was instantly struck with shock.

That damned Chu Yan, he had truly seized her Seven Inches; did she really have to take a step back?

"Chu Yan, what exactly must be done for the human race to worship me as their Holy Mother?"

Facing Nuwa's angry and stifled voice.

Chu Yan's lips curled into a faint smile before he spoke:

"I have three questions. If you can fulfill them, the human race will surely honor you as their Holy Mother and stand by your side forever. If you cannot, then do not blame me for severing this opportunity of yours to become the Holy Mother."

As these words fell, the endless Great Powers were taken aback.

You, a weak ant, actually dare to set conditions for a disciple of the Dao Ancestor?

Nuwa was likewise burning with rage; you dare to set conditions for me?

I'll show you—forget it, I'll endure it, for the sake of the Saint Position.

Taking a deep breath, Nuwa forcibly suppressed her fury.

"Speak."