"Greetings, Holy Mother!" The newly born humans looked up at Nuwa, who stood in the sky, and bowed down together.
Though they knew very little, instinct drove them to honor the sacred figure before them as their mother. It was a natural impulse.
Looking down at the hundreds of thousands of living people kneeling before her, Nuwa was at a loss for a moment.
It seemed that these people really had been created by her. They were all her children.
But she was still an unmarried young woman. What was she supposed to do with so many children?
Nuwa's mind was in a muddle. She couldn't think of what to do and stared blankly down at them.
Seeing that she didn't respond, the many humans didn't dare get up. They just continued kneeling.
The awkward scene didn't last long. Before long, a figure hurried over. It was Fuxi.
When he learned that Nuwa had become a Sage after creating humans, he had immediately put everything else aside and rushed over. He arrived just in time to relieve her embarrassment.
"Brother, what should we do with these children?" Nuwa looked at Fuxi with shy eyes.
"This..." Fuxi glanced at Buzhou Mountain, his heart tightening. So, in your heart, your people really do come first. To you, she's just a tool to exploit. That soil is clearly the essence of your flesh and blood. You left it here to lure her over and have her recreate your people. What a cunning scheme.
His heart was filled with fury.
Countless ages ago, Mu and Wu had been close friends, like brothers. They had gone their separate ways because their views differed.
Wu believed that humans could only rely on themselves to survive in the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens. Even the mother who