After Dong Wanggong and Nuwa consummated their marriage, Nuwa gradually began to comprehend the Law of Creation.
After ten thousand years of cultivation, her mastery of the Law of Creation reached perfection.
It could be said that Nuwa cultivated both the Three Corpses and the laws. In terms of strength and foundation, she might not match the Three Pure Ones, but she far surpassed Zhunti and Jieyin.
Now, Nuwa had gained her first glimpse of the way and understood the path to Prove Dao and Become a Saint.
"Power of Creation, grant life!"
"Go!"
Nuwa formed hand seals and infused the Law of Creation into the nearby spirit flowers and immortal herbs that had yet to develop intelligence, hoping to find inspiration for creating a new race.
Before she knew it, she had enlightened hundreds of millions of living beings and gained some Heavenly Dao Merit.
Dong Wanggong protected Nuwa, and somehow, the two of them found themselves at the Yellow River Bank.
In the calm, clear river, smooth as a mirror, Nuwa's peerless beauty was reflected. She was breathtaking enough to make fish forget to swim and geese forget to fly, and to entrance the Myriad Worlds.
Nuwa had once been a little reserved, but after being nourished by Dong Wanggong's Primordial Yang Power, her whole bearing had grown more alluring and sensual, and every movement held an even more captivating charm.
"I think I understand now!"
"Ever since Great God Pangu was born, he took the form of an Innate Dao Body to create the world. The Three Thousand Innate Gods would also take the form of Innate Dao Bodies, allowing them to draw closer to the Heavenly Dao Rules!"
"I will create the wisest race in the world, one most capable of comprehending the Great Dao. From the moment they are born, they will possess Innate Dao Bodies and be the darlings of heaven and earth!"
Nuwa had attained enlightenment!
Her jade-white hands stirred the still waters, sending ripples surging outward.
The myriad beings of the Primordial Wilderness all had different true forms.
But upon reaching a certain level, they all had to take the form of Innate Dao Bodies to better comprehend the rules of the Great Dao. That was what Nuwa sought to achieve.
"You silly girl, you've finally understood!"
"Watching Nuwa create humans and become a saint is truly fascinating!"
Dong Wanggong's lips curled slightly as he watched Nuwa scoop up yellow clay by the river and shape it in her own image. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Shaping clay figures meant shaping physical bodies, but she also had to fashion their souls, making the process extremely complicated.
That was why Nuwa was finding it so taxing!
In no time, the clay figure in her hands looked lifelike. Its Innate Dao Body absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, and it seemed on the verge of coming to life.
"Power of Creation, bring forth life!"
A smile spread across Nuwa's face. She sent a stream of the Power of Creation from her jade-white hand, and the clay figure seemed to be coated in a golden glow of Dao Resonance, brimming with vitality.
Suddenly, Nuwa's expression darkened. The clay figure in her hands exploded like a bomb. Its immense power tore through the void, and chaotic Gale Winds raged outward.
At once, the Yellow River surged into towering waves. Mud and sand rolled downstream, like a river of stars spanning the sky.
"Again!"
Nuwa gave a soft huff and shaped dozens of clay figures.
Then she infused them with the Power of Creation, her blood, and purified souls.
This time, blood vessels and meridians formed within the clay figures. An endless stream of vital essence filled the air, and they seemed to have come to life.
"They aren't a new race. They're merely weak clones of me!"
Nuwa sighed deeply. She sensed a familiar aura within the figures. Wasn't it her own?
With a slight motion of her magic power, the dozens of clay figures collapsed to the ground. Only a pool of blood seeped into the earth, and the divine nature it contained also vanished without a trace.
"Damn it! My deductions were flawless, so why can't I create living beings?"
"What's missing?"
Nuwa sat cross-legged on the ground, her brows tightly furrowed. Primordial Violet Qi in her soul shone with Seven-Colored Divine Light, yet she still had no clue.
Seeing this, Dong Wanggong shook his head and walked over to her.
In the original history of the Primordial Wilderness, Nuwa had used Three Lights Divine Water, Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and the Chaos Gourd Vine to create humans. That was why the clay figures could withstand her Power of Creation.
But Nuwa had none of those three treasures now, so she couldn't create the Human Race.
However, with the Qiankun Cauldron, she could reverse the acquired into the innate. The Human Race she created would have origins no weaker than those of ordinary innate beings, and would therefore be far more formidable than in history.
Dong Wanggong walked over to Nuwa, drew her into his arms, and affectionately stroked her chin and hair, his eyes full of tenderness.
At last, Nuwa couldn't hold back.
Two clear tears slid down her cheeks as she buried her face against Dong Wanggong's chest.
Whenever she was on the verge of seizing an opportunity, her boundless insights would vanish. She couldn't break through that barrier, and it left her feeling powerless.
"It isn't that your Creation or understanding is lacking. The clay figures simply can't withstand your magic power. Why not try these innate spiritual treasures?"
"Bring out the Qiankun Cauldron and the Earth Spirit of Heaven Opening you obtained from Treasure Distribution Cliff. I believe the race you create will surpass anything we can imagine and become the most powerful living beings!"
Dong Wanggong stopped keeping her in suspense and casually released a stream of magic power.
In an instant, a small pool appeared on the ground. It was the pool where the Twelve-Petal Pure World White Lotus had been born, and it was filled with Three Lights Divine Water.
When Dong Wanggong had created the Pangu Heart at Buzhou Mountain, he had used up most of the Three Lights Divine Water. But what remained in the pool was enough for Nuwa to create humans.
At the same time, Nine Heavens Breathing Soil appeared in midair. Mysterious yellow Wutu Qi spread out, radiating pure Dao Resonance.
"So this is the spiritual soil that once lay beneath the Chaos Gourd Vine? It truly has limitless potential, and it can merge with my Law of Creation. It really is the perfect soil for shaping clay figures!"
"Qiankun Cauldron, appear!"
"Earth Spirit of Heaven Opening, come forth!"
Nuwa murmured to herself, not exchanging words of affection with Dong Wanggong. This was a crucial moment in her quest to Prove Dao and Become a Saint.
Before long!
The Qiankun Cauldron stood upon the ground. Three Lights Divine Water, Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and the Earth Spirit of Heaven Opening within it radiated life force, while boundless rays of mysterious light illuminated the Myriad Worlds.
The waters of the Yellow River seemed to sense something and grew calm as well.
Innate Spiritual Qi swept across most of the Primordial Continent, carrying pure energy toward the Qiankun Cauldron and merging with the innate spiritual treasures inside.
Nuwa shaped the clay figures and infused them with the Law of Creation.
This time, the figures did not explode. Instead, they radiated vitality as their Innate Dao Bodies absorbed the Heavenly Dao Rules, continually forming meridians, blood vessels, souls, and True Spirits!
"Go!"
Nuwa shaped three clay figures at once and placed them directly on the ground. The vast power of the Earth Veins flowed into them. Then they began to grow on their own, reaching a height of several zhang before stopping.
At this point, their bodies and souls were both completely formed.
Before long, the Primordial Violet Qi within Nuwa's soul was refined of its own accord and merged with her soul.
At the same time, the Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, and Self Corpse among the Great Luo Three Flowers gradually merged. Nuwa fully attained Unity of Heaven and Man, and her aura began to ascend as her magic power gradually transformed toward that of a saint.
After who knew how long, thousands of clay figures stood upon the earth.
Seeing Nuwa's pace gradually slow, Dong Wanggong released a surge of magic power. He handed her a verdant branch imbued with the essence of wood.
The branch had been taken from Tongtian Jianmu. Its effects and rank were no lower than those of the Chaos Gourd Vine.
In terms of rank, the Chaos Gourd Vine was a low-grade Chaos Spiritual Root, while Tongtian Jianmu was at least high-grade, perhaps even a Top-grade Chaos Spiritual Root, and contained supreme rules.
"Thank you, my husband. I know what to do now!"
Nuwa tossed the branch into the Qiankun Cauldron, then stirred the muddy water and scattered it across the ground.
In an instant!
As the muddy water fell to the ground, it took the form of Innate Dao Bodies on its own.
Before long!
The muddy water in the Qiankun Cauldron was completely used up. Looking at the clay figures on the ground, Nuwa smiled with satisfaction, and her aura began to fluctuate.
"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred clay figures. Just as expected, they match the fixed number of the Great One!"
Dong Wanggong spoke slowly. He knew this was the Heavenly Dao Trend.
Nuwa circulated her magic power, and the Law of Power surged without end, pouring into all the clay figures. Souls and spirits emerged from within them.
In an instant, the clay figures shone with five-colored light, undergoing a world-shaking transformation.
The Three Lights Divine Water, Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and Earth Spirit of Heaven Opening, together with the clay figures tempered by the Qiankun Cauldron, were now completely transformed into flesh and blood. Their Innate Dao Bodies radiated an affinity with the Heavenly Dao.
"We pay our respects to the Holy Mother! Thank you, Holy Mother, for your gift of life..."
As they opened their eyes, the clay figures found fragments of the Heavenly Dao Rules in their minds, and developed consciousness of their own.
As rolling Dao Sound echoed between heaven and earth, all one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred clay figures knelt before Nuwa, their eyes filled with reverence.
"Rise."
"He is your Holy Father!"
Nuwa smiled shyly as her gaze met Dong Wanggong's.
At that moment, the Innate Human Race had been born!