Nuwa Creates Humans

Yellow Dragon traveled through the earth veins beneath the land, successively drawing innate spirit veins of wood, water, and fire into the World Pearl. Only a sharp yet resilient innate metal spirit vein remained; once he found it, he could complete the Five Elements and allow the world within the pearl to form an endless cycle of the Five Elements.

Yet despite searching every corner of the East Sea coast for hundreds of millions of li, he found no trace of a metal-aspected spirit vein.

He transformed into a streak of golden light, piercing through the heavy darkness and rock to return to the surface.

However, his head had only just emerged from the ground, while the rest of his body was still underground and his vision had yet to fully clear.

Suddenly, a chill ran through Yellow Dragon's body, and his gaze instantly froze.

Less than a meter before his head, a figure was quietly crouching there.

Her plain-colored dress trailed across the ground without gathering a speck of dust. An indescribable Dao aura lingered around her, even surpassing that of the Azure Dragon Patriarch.

With her head slightly lowered, she held a clump of strange soil in her palm. It gave off a warm, gentle glow, its radiance flowing as though life were being nurtured within.

As if sensing something, the figure slowly turned her gaze toward Yellow Dragon, half of whose body remained underground.

Her eyes were as clear as a spring untouched by dust—tranquil yet profound, as though they could reflect the ebb and flow of all things beneath heaven.

That gaze carried not the slightest pressure, yet Yellow Dragon felt as though his dragon soul were being silently cleansed and seen through.

"You little dragon... you have searched these earth veins for so long. What is it you seek?"

Her voice, like the soft strike of a jade chime, ethereal and far-reaching, rang directly within Yellow Dragon's soul.

Yellow Dragon did not dare be careless. He hurriedly pulled himself from the ground and patted away the dirt that was not actually on him.

He answered respectfully, "This junior, Yellow Dragon, pays respects to Senior. In reply to Senior, this junior was searching for an innate metal spirit vein. But my destined chance has yet to arrive, and after searching bitterly to no avail, I emerged from underground. I did not expect to offend Senior's holy countenance."

The figure's gaze rested on him for a moment. That power which pierced straight through to one's origin made Yellow Dragon feel as though none of his secrets could remain hidden.

"My name is Nuwa."

"Nuwa?"

Yellow Dragon was startled, then immediately understood. Among the great female deities of the primordial world, the only one fond of playing with earth was that very one.

"Nuwa the Sage."

"This junior pays respects to Lady Nuwa."

Nuwa spoke no further. Her slender fingers gently kneaded the soil in her palm. That ordinary clump of earth, though suffused with a soft flowing radiance, seemed to come alive beneath her delicate jade fingers, flowing and taking shape.

A bird covered from head to toe in emerald-green feathers formed in her palm. Tiny and exquisite, every feather was rendered in the finest detail.

Nuwa flicked her finger, and a speck of creation spirit light entered it.

The bird fluttered its wings and flew up, circling Nuwa as it let out crisp, pleasant calls, its body gleaming with the splendor of life.

Nuwa's lovely brows drew together slightly.

She raised her hand again, and the soil flowed and changed at her fingertips.

A vigorous elk leaped into being upon the open ground, running and bounding joyfully through the forest. Yet in its gentle, moist eyes, there was likewise only a yearning for green grass.

Then came fish, tigers, apes... living beings of every shape and form were born from her fingertips, running, swimming, and flying through this small patch of heaven and earth.

As one living creature after another was born at Nuwa's fingertips, the Dao aura around her gradually rose, and her bearing grew ever more immense.

Yet Nuwa stopped.

She stood quietly there, her gaze sweeping over this noisy yet ignorant tableau of life that she had created with her own hands.

The divine light of creation flickered around her. Yin-Yang Dao aura circulated, as though Great Dao runes were being born, extinguished, deduced, and colliding within it.

She sank into an age-long contemplation, like an unchanging boulder weathered over ten thousand years, forming a strange contrast with the vibrant yet unknowing lives around her.

Yellow Dragon stood at the side, not daring to make a single sound.

He could feel the Dao aura of creation around Nuwa becoming ever more profound and ever more complete.

Influenced by that Dao aura of creation, the newly born creatures gradually developed intelligence, each one prostrating itself around Nuwa.

Seeing that Nuwa had shown no movement for a long while, Yellow Dragon watched as she picked up another clump of earth and began kneading it.

A vague thought, like a pearl sunk upon the ocean floor, was stirred by this boundless Dao aura of creation and gradually floated into his mind.

He carefully said, "Lady Nuwa, perhaps... you could try shaping them in the form of the innate Dao body?"

The four words "innate Dao body" were like a thunderbolt tearing through layer upon layer of mist!

The endlessly circulating Dao aura of creation around Nuwa abruptly stalled, then erupted with an even more resplendent radiance!

An indescribable, vast, sacred aura exploded outward with Nuwa at its center. The laws and Dao auras between heaven and earth frantically converged upon her, forming countless flickering, radiant phantoms of profound law runes behind her.

Nuwa turned her fair hand over, tossing aside the ordinary clump of soil in her palm.

In its place appeared a handful of miraculous earth, bearing the mysterious yellow hue of primordial chaos first opening. Its grains were crystalline and translucent, each seemingly containing boundless power of creation, radiating such immense weight and vitality that even space twisted around it.

Nine Heavens Breathing Soil!

One of the most supreme treasures of creation in the primordial world—one grain alone could evolve into a mountain ten thousand zhang high.

At the same time, a jade vial appeared in her other hand, emitting hazy golden, silver, and purple light along with a dense Dao aura.

It was actually an innate spirit treasure.

The mouth of the vial tipped slightly, and drop after drop of miraculous liquid, interwoven with golden, silver, and purple radiance, fell into the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

Three Lights Divine Water!

The primordial world's foremost divine water, containing the origins of the sun, the moon, and the stars of the heavens—the foremost divine medicine for healing.

When the Breathing Soil met the divine water, there was no need to knead them. Under the invisible, creation-wielding might in Nuwa's palm, they merged and spun of their own accord.

Black-yellow radiance intertwined and flowed with three-colored light, forming a lump of chaotic-hued clay!

At the instant the lump of clay was about to take shape, Yellow Dragon's thoughts shifted, and he drew out a drop of Creation Origin.

"Your Majesty."

"This is a divine object this disciple obtained by chance. It can strengthen the origin of innate beings, and perhaps it may be of some help to Your Majesty."

That drop of Creation Origin slowly flew toward Nuwa.

Nuwa's gaze fell upon that pure drop of Creation Origin, and a flicker of surprise once more crossed her eyes.

She could clearly sense the power of creation within it, nearly akin to the origin of the Great Dao.

She gave a slight nod, and the drop of Creation Origin silently merged into the chaotic-hued lump of clay in her palm.

Buzz—!

The lump of clay instantly became warm and lively, suffused with a sense of perfection, as though it itself could give rise to life.

Nuwa's gaze grew even more focused. Her slender, pale fingers moved like those of the most skilled clay sculptor, and the lump of clay rapidly changed shape at her fingertips.

A head, a torso, four limbs—their proportions were perfectly harmonious, conforming to the most profound rhythms between Heaven and Earth.

Its facial features gradually became distinct: brows, eyes, mouth, and nose. Though life had yet to be bestowed upon it, they already faintly revealed a spiritual outline incomparably attuned to Heaven, Earth, and nature.

One, two, three... Nuwa's movements grew faster and faster, while the Dao rhythm of creation flowing between her fingers became ever denser and more majestic.

One lifelike, flawlessly shaped human clay figure after another was born at her side, arranged neatly across the open ground atop the cliff.

Their eyes were tightly shut, their expressions peaceful, as though they were merely asleep.