Qing Xuan immediately said to Nuwa, "As the saying goes, the Great Dao is fifty, yet Heaven's calculations account for only forty-nine. Even the Heavenly Dao is incomplete, let alone the living beings of the Primordial Wilderness."
Qing Xuan certainly wasn't going to tell Nuwa outright that she should create the Human Race. Besides, Qing Xuan didn't think the Human Race was truly perfect.
Although the Human Race possessed the Innate Dao Body, making them best suited for cultivation, their lifespan had become the key constraint on their development.
Consider the myriad races of the Primordial Wilderness. Which one didn't need thousands, even tens of thousands, of years after birth to gain intelligence and achieve Form Transformation?
But what about the Human Race? Even the Innate Human Race lived for only a few thousand years. The Acquired Human Race had a lifespan of just a few hundred years.
And as the Primordial Wilderness continued to develop, the Human Race's lifespan would be greatly reduced. By the time the Dharma-Ending Era arrived, they would have only a few decades left to live.
Even in the future world Qing Xuan had transmigrated from, with powerful technology as their support, the Human Race had gained only a few extra decades of life.
Even so, those who lived past a hundred were few and far between. With such short lifespans, how could they have enough time to cultivate?
Nuwa didn't know any of this, but she still asked Qing Xuan with an uncertain expression, "Little Gourd Vine, do you mean that it's simply impossible for a perfect race to exist?"
Qing Xuan nodded without hesitation. "Of course. Perfection exists only in our imagination. It's the hope we strive toward."
"How about this? I'll accompany you on a tour of the Primordial Wilderness. You can