Nuwa Creates Humans by the East Sea! Boundless Merit Attracts Vicious Hounds

At the East Sea shore, azure waves stretched endlessly, sea and sky merging into one.

Here, far from the clamor and Sha Qi of the Great Desolation continent, the spiritual energy was thin, yet it offered a rare tranquility and clarity. Waves crashed rhythmically against the reefs, their sound a steady pulse.

On a nameless isle, Nuwa stood barefoot in simple white robes on the soft, white sand, letting the sea breeze tousle her hair without stealing the focus and sanctity from her eyes.

Ever since returning from Mount Sumeru, she had been in seclusion, comprehending the Human Creation Whip and the Essence of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil gifted by Taiyuan, and pondering day and night his teachings on "the heart, emotions, and the seven passions and six desires."

Today, the moment had come.

A feeling stirred within her. The final threshold blocking her path to sainthood—that invisible, intangible window—had finally cracked open.

"Living beings..."

"What are living beings? Not the withering of grass and trees, nor the might of the Demon Race."

"They must have spirit. They must have heart."

Nuwa murmured softly, cradling in her hands the Essence of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, mixed with Three Lights Divine Water, glowing faintly with the aura of creation.

This clump of earth seemed alive in her hands, shifting shapes with the movement of her fingertips—now like a dragon, now like a phoenix—but always returning to dust.

Until she closed her eyes, recalling the faces from Taiyuan's dream: weak yet vivid, full of joy and anger, sorrow and happiness. She recalled her own vision of the perfect innate Dao body.

"They must have hands to create all things; feet to walk the earth; eyes to see the sun, moon, and stars; a heart to feel the warmth and cold of heaven and earth."

With her will, the earth in her hands slowly coalesced into form.

A small clay figure, no larger than a palm, yet with delicate features, complete limbs, and a resemblance to the Pangu God, appeared in her palm.

But it was still lifeless, lacking a breath.

"Not enough."

Nuwa took a deep breath. A brilliant, pure white light, radiant with boundless hope, lit up between her brows.

It was the origin gifted by Taiyuan—the Pangu Wish Light.

"Go."

She touched it with her fingertip, and the light shot like a meteor into the clay figure's brow.

Weng—!

The figure trembled violently, as if some ancient seal had been broken.

Its dull, lifeless eyes instantly gained a spark of agility, a hint of innocence, and a first curiosity and attachment to this world.

"Mother."

A voice—young, crisp, yet filled with infinite possibility, as if it could pierce through the river of time—issued from the clay figure's mouth, ringing across the silent island.

Boom!

The moment the first human was born, the entire Great Desolation Heavenly Dao seemed to sense something and trembled violently.

It was the Heavenly Dao's cheer for the future protagonist race!

Above the nine heavens, wind and clouds shifted abruptly.

The clear sky was instantly covered by endless auspicious clouds, but these were no ordinary clouds—they were Merit Golden Clouds, dense to the extreme and colored a profound dark yellow!

This golden cloud was so vast, even several times larger than the merit bestowed at the end of the Dragon and Phoenix Cataclysm. It blotted out the light of the Sun Star, turning the entire East Sea into a golden ocean. Not only that, but purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand li, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and heavenly flowers rained down.

This was the omen of attaining sainthood!

"It's done!"

Nuwa looked at the lively little figure in her palm, her face shining with unprecedented maternal radiance and joy.

She could feel it—the golden cloud contained immense energy, enough to let her achieve sainthood on the spot.

Without delay, she took out the fully awakened Human Creation Whip, now crystal clear and entwined with Dao Runes.

"One at a time is too slow. At this rate, how many ages before this race multiplies?"

Nuwa waved her hand lightly, dipping the Human Creation Whip into the remaining Essence of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil mud, coating it with the spiritual slurry.

Then, she swung it through the air, tracing graceful arcs.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With each swing, countless droplets of mud flew out.

Those droplets transformed upon landing, growing in the wind into newborn, vibrant humans. There were men and women, some strong, some frail, but every one of them had a spark of light in their eyes.

They cheered, they ran, they gathered around Nuwa, praising their mother with the purest, simplest words.

A vitality and liveliness never before seen spread across the beach.

But then.

Just as the Merit Golden Cloud was about to condense and descend the Sainthood Opportunity, four powerful auras—filled with greed, tyranny, and undisguised malice—approached rapidly from the depths of the East Sea like a black cloud pressing down on a city. Where they passed, the sea split apart under their terrifying pressure.

"Hahaha! Such great merit! Such strong fortune!"

"Who would have thought such a grand opportunity would appear in this remote corner of the East Sea! Truly, heaven favors my Purple Mansion Continent!"

East King Duke's nauseating, maniacal laughter exploded like thunderclaps, shaking the newly born Human Race, who trembled and cowered in fear, hiding behind Nuwa.

Nuwa's movements abruptly halted. The Creation Whip in her hand tightened, and her once benevolent face instantly turned icy cold.

She looked up.

Four streaks of Flowing Light tore through the void, descending over the island with extreme brutality, forming a four-directional blockade that surrounded her and this group of newborn humans.

At their head was East King Duke, gripping his Dragon Head Cane, his face twisted with greed, clad in the Nine Yang Emperor Robe.

Behind him were the Three Immortals of the Sea, led by Daoist Qingyun. Each of them stared intently at the Merit Golden Cloud about to descend above their heads, their greed nearly spilling over.

They were like a pack of starving wolves catching the scent of blood, locking onto the plumpest prey.

"Daoist Nuwa!"

East King Duke shouted from on high, his voice rolling like thunder, dripping with a false sense of authority:

"By the decree of the Head of Male Immortals!"

"You have, without cause, created unknown living beings here, even resorting to forbidden arts, disrupting the order of the Eastern Sea—this is a grave crime! Such a weak race, left ungoverned, will surely become a scourge upon the Primordial World!"

"Considering this is your first offense, This Seat will show leniency."

"Cease at once! Hand over this newborn race and this heavenly merit to Purple Mansion Continent for 'disposition' and 'civilization.' This Seat may spare your life, or even appoint you Vice Head of Female Immortals, granting you a place on Purple Mansion Continent!"

The dagger was drawn.

Was this enforcing the law?

This was outright robbery! And robbing at the most critical moment of her path to sainthood, trying to steal the great merit of creating humanity!

Nuwa looked at these sanctimonious bandits, and the fury in her heart ignited instantly. Her beautiful eyes turned sharp with killing intent, and the Red Embroidered Ball slowly materialized in her hand.

"East King Duke!"

Nuwa's clear, cold voice rang through heaven and earth, carrying an unyielding sanctity and rage:

"You seek death!!"