Nuwa slowly rose to her feet and flew away from Mount Buzhou.
A month later, Nuwa returned from some unknown place with soil that was fine in texture and brimming with life force.
Nuwa gently held the soil in her hands. The Dao rhythm of the Great Dao of Creation surged forth, and the soil, already rich with vitality, grew even more vibrant with the breath of life.
Then Nuwa's hands began to move slowly, and the soil continuously changed shape in her grasp.
Before long, a clay figure appeared in Nuwa's hands. She circulated the Great Dao of Creation and breathed a mouthful of immortal qi onto it.
The clay figure immediately became lifelike.
Yet Nuwa frowned. Looking at the clay figure she had painstakingly crafted, a trace of confusion and disappointment rose in her heart.
Though the clay figure appeared alive, it possessed no spirit at all. Its lifelike appearance was merely the Great Dao of Creation manifesting according to Nuwa's wishes.
Disappointed, Nuwa casually waved her hand, and the clay figure scattered into the wind.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, however extraordinary ordinary soil may be, I fear it cannot bear the Great Dao of Creation," Bai Jing, who had been watching from the side, reminded her.
Nuwa's eyes lit up at his words. With a thought, a spiritual treasure saturated with the dense laws of earth appeared in her hand. It was the Nine Heavens Divine Soil from beneath the Gourd Vine.
The moment Nuwa took out the Nine Heavens Divine Soil, the Primordial Violet Qi within her spiritual platform suddenly trembled, as if celebrating her discovery of the correct path.
Bai Jing had helped her once again. Nuwa's eyes shifted as she decided to return the favor. She said to Bai Jing, "Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, do