Ye Wudao looked at Fuxi and asked quietly, "Senior, can you hold on a little longer?"
"There are a few things I'd like to ask you!"
Fuxi chuckled. His body slowly rose into the air, and he sat on the edge of the enormous cauldron in the middle. "I'm old, not useless."
"If I wanted to, I could keep you here for the rest of your life."
"What do you want to ask?"
Ye Wudao gathered his thoughts, then asked softly, "Was our Human Race really molded from clay by Holy Mother Nuwa?"
Fuxi shook his head slightly and said gently, "The Human Race has existed since the world was created. Everything in our world has existed since that moment."
"To be precise, all living beings in our world evolved from Chaos."
"It was only later, after the Heavenly Dao came into being, that the Human Race, being weak, was chosen by the Heavenly Dao and became its favored people. That was when the story of Nuwa creating humanity gradually spread."
"Still, the Human Race's strength really does have a great deal to do with Holy Mother."
"The earliest humans, myself included, as well as Shennong and Suiren, were all enlightened by Holy Mother."
"In the early days of the Primordial World, disaster was everywhere and the Human Race was weak. Seeing how hard it was for humanity to survive, Holy Mother used yellow earth to give the first humans immortal bodies."
"It was from that time onward that the Human Race began its path of cultivation."
"To the Human Race, Holy Mother truly is our creator. Without her, humanity would have struggled to survive that harsh age."
Ye Wudao nodded slightly. This was different from the mythological stories he had heard.
He continued, "Then who created the Heavenly Dao?"