Zhun Ti: Creating Humans to Become a Sage? I Could Do That Too

As Yuanshi speaking, he expressed great dissatisfaction with Nuwa's attainment of sainthood.

Laozi's expression also darkened. He had previously boasted to Yuanshi and Tongtian that he would be the first to become a saint.

I wanted to set a good example for my two younger brothers.

As a result, Nuwa set an example for it first.

As the eldest disciple of the Dao Ancestor patriarch and the head of the Three Pure Ones, he was actually inferior to Nuwa.

They've completely lost face!

"I never imagined that Nuwa would create a new race and achieve sainthood through merit. In terms of merit, I am indeed inferior."

Laozi coughed lightly and spoke slowly, because he could already feel Yuanshi beside him looking at him. If he didn't explain, wouldn't he seem guilty?

He deliberately emphasized the path of merit, because in their culture this path was considered opportunistic and not a skill.

"Indeed, the path of merit ultimately relies on external forces."

Yuanshi nodded, then asked, "Brother, you've already severed your three corpses, are you close to becoming a saint?"

"Almost... almost there," Laozi Tzu said, forcing himself to speak, his expression somewhat strange.

During this time, he had been trying to merge his three bodies into one, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not merge them together, as if something was missing.

This made Laozi a little panicked, and my mind started to race.

"I wonder when I'll be able to become a saint..."

Laozi gazed at the sky at a 45-degree angle, the very direction where Nuwa Creates Humans. A sense of desolation lingered, and questions kept swirling in his mind.

Just then, the Primordial Violet Qi that had been dormant within his body suddenly stirred.

He's never touched this thing since he got it.

Now it has not only moved, but it is also emitting a strange aura.

Laozi concentrated on his contemplation, and after a short while, a hint of surprise appeared on his white-haired and aged face.

"My path to sainthood is actually related to the Human Race?"

"So, if I want to become a saint, I still have to rely on Nuwa?"

Laozi was dumbfounded, and my face turned ugly in an instant.

Yuanshi this, Yuanshi began to have some doubts.

Should he not have asked that question? He's putting his older brother in such a difficult position.

After all, he hadn't even severed his third corpse yet, so asking his elder brother to become a saint was indeed asking too much.

"Why don't we go and ask Nuwa for advice? After all, she's our junior sister," Tongtian said casually, not bothering to delve into his two senior brothers' ulterior motives.

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi reacted violently.

"As senior brothers, how could we ask our junior sister for guidance? Such a shameless thing to do must never be mentioned again."

Tongtian snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with Yuanshi.

Mount Sumeru, Jieyin, Zhun Ti naturally sensed the aura of Nuwa's sanctification.

"Unexpectedly, among us, Nuwa was the first to achieve sainthood. With the arrogance of the Three Pure Ones, they must be furious!"

Zhun Ti said with a smile that compared to the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa's attainment of sainthood was easier for them to accept.

"Creating a race to become a saint, interesting." Jieyin, having learned of Nuwa's actions, wore a strange smile.

"Senior brother, do you think it's possible for us to also achieve sainthood through this?" Zhun Ti suddenly asked.

"Nuwa created the Human Race because the Primordial World lacked life. Heavenly Dao rewarded her with great merit, and she directly became a saint."

"Our West is so barren, with so few living beings. Could we perhaps create a new race? Wouldn't that be a great deed?"

He talked on and on, getting more and more excited as he spoke.

Jieyin aback. He pondered Zhun Ti's words carefully and felt that they made a lot of sense.

When it comes to a lack of vitality, who can compare to the West?

In comparison, the West is the one that needs living beings the most.

If they could also create a new race, achieving sanctification would not be impossible.

"Junior brother, what you said is right. I think it seems feasible," Jieyin said approvingly. After so many years, his junior brother had finally seen the light.

In terms of progressive thinking, he surpassed his senior.

Thinking about it carefully, it really makes sense; it's just about creating a race, right?

It's so simple, I could do it too.

If they had realized this earlier, they would have become Nuwa long ago; Nuwa wouldn't have had a chance to be first.

Not only Jieyin Zhun Ti had similar thoughts, but there was also one in that endless Sea of Blood.

The Minghe lay supine on the surface of the sea of Sea of Blood, its blood-red eyes radiating an astonishing light.

"Creating a race and achieving sainthood... I understand." Minghe let out a strange laugh, his heart filled with excitement and a sense of wonder.

The Primordial Violet Qi truly lives up to its reputation as the foundation for achieving sainthood; it began to take effect shortly after he obtained it.

I originally thought becoming a saint would be very difficult, but now it seems it's not so difficult after all.

Thinking of this, Minghe slowly rose from the Sea of Blood, his eyes flashing, and began to contemplate the matter of creating a race.

On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi stood side by side, looking down at Mount Shouyang.

"Just as my Third Brother said, Nuwa has become a saint."

Di Jun said with a smile, recalling what Ling Xiao had told them in a telepathic message earlier.

"Our Third Brother asked us to take care of the Human Race, but I really don't understand what's so special about it. Nuwa has already become a saint; who would dare to bully these Human Race?"

Tai Yi smiled, puzzled, not quite understanding Ling Xiao's arrangement.

"My Third Brother must have his reasons for saying that. He might be playing a bigger game. I have a feeling that these seemingly weak Human Race might achieve great things in the future."

"Even we humans need to take human form. Human Race are born with Innate Dao Body, which is a unique advantage, just like Pangu. This alone makes them unmatched by other races."

Di Jun became unusually serious, and his analysis was very logical and insightful.

"You're right about that. Someone born different must be extraordinary," Tai Yi nodded in agreement.

The most overjoyed by Nuwa's ascension to sainthood were naturally the demon race. They had just returned from Mount Buzhou, terrified and unsure of what to do, and were even preparing to pack their belongings and flee.

Unexpectedly, their demon queen, Nuwa, became a saint.

Having witnessed the power of Sage, the demon race naturally knew what this meant.

Even if Twelve Ancestral Witches attacked together, they wouldn't be enough to defeat Sage.

"Haha, the demon race is saved! From now on, the Primordial World is ours!"

A powerful demon roared excitedly, unable to contain his excitement.

Even Fuxi was somewhat overwhelmed with joy, happy for his sister's ascension to sainthood and even more so for the future of the demon race.

Mount Shouyang.

Nuwa felt the immense power of the Sage. This sense of control over heaven and earth was something she had never experienced before and could not imagine. Only by reaching this level could she truly understand it.

After becoming a saint, Nuwa's state of mind also underwent a transformation. She observed the Celestial Sphere and perceived all things, and naturally also learned a trace of the workings of heaven.

She had vaguely sensed that the Witch Clan and demon races were destined for destruction, making way for the Human Race she herself had created.

Upon learning this, Nuwa frowned deeply, her heart filled with complex emotions and utter helplessness.

She is the queen of the demon race and the mother of the Human Race.

Both are my flesh and blood.

Such a profound secret was utterly incomprehensible to her.

Although he had become a saint, he still could not help the demon race prosper.

Nuwa stared blankly, completely dumbfounded, and was in immense agony.

Becoming a saint should be a joyous occasion, so why did it turn out like this?