"Your Ladyship jests. This junior's cultivation is shallow. If you two have any guidance to offer, I'm all ears."
Fuxi laughed heartily and waved a hand. "Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, you're too modest. My sister and I were just listening to your sermon at the foot of the mountain."
"To be honest, some of your insights into the Way of Creation were eye-opening even to me."
Xuanqing's heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly asked, "I wonder... I wonder which part of my sermon caught your attention, Great God and Your Ladyship?"
Nüwa gazed at him intently, making no attempt to beat around the bush as she got straight to the point.
"You said that all things possess spirit and are full of vitality. When vitality gathers, it can give rise to spirit; when spirit gathers, it can give rise to intelligence; when intelligence gathers, it can give rise to a race."
She paused.
"Those words struck me deeply."
Xuanqing understood.
So it was that.
He knew his opportunity had come.
Who wouldn't covet the merit of creating humanity, the greatest merit in Honghuang?
Since crossing into this world, his greatest advantages—besides his master and the double merit—had been his foreknowledge.
Now his chance was right before him. If he failed to seize it, he wouldn't deserve to call himself a transmigrator.
"Your Ladyship, I was only speaking from a sudden realization."
Xuanqing steadied himself, his expression turning serious.
He decided to go with the flow and fan the flames a little higher.
"I was thinking about how, long ago, Ancestor Minghe created the Asura race in the Nether Blood Sea using his own essence blood and the sea's foulness."
"That, too, was creation—bringing something into existence from nothing. But why did the Heavenly Dao not only withhold merit, but even seem