The Primordial World was fraught with danger.
Forget immortals—even an ordinary Demon Beast could easily wipe them all out.
This was no place they could call home.
Nüwa made a hand seal and divined the secrets of Heaven. In an instant, they flowed through her mind.
A moment later, her eyes lit up.
"The Shores of the East Sea..."
That place lay far from the main battlegrounds of the Witch and Demon Races. It was rich in spiritual energy and natural resources, and close to a water source—a perfect place for them to thrive and multiply.
With a thought, she appeared in the valley.
The newly born Human Race saw Nüwa and seemed to recognize their dearest kin. They crowded around her, babbling as they reached out their little hands, hoping to touch the hem of her robe.
A heartfelt smile spread across Nüwa's face.
She extended her slender hand and gently brushed the top of each little one's head.
"Go forth and forge a path of your own."
Gentle, holy light of creation welled from her palm, turning into a bank of Auspicious Clouds that tenderly lifted the entire Human Race.
The clouds rose into the sky and flew toward the Shores of the East Sea at an unhurried pace.
Nüwa traveled with them, personally escorting them on their journey.
Soon, a vast and fertile coastal plain appeared before them.
Nüwa waved away the clouds, setting the Human Race safely on the land.
She watched as the children curiously explored their new home. Some ran along the beach, while others chased the waves. Smiles lit all their faces.
Nüwa smiled and waved her hand again.
The power of a Sage surged.
Simple yet sturdy stone houses sprang up across the ground.
With her immense power, she also drew a