Shock! Empress Nuwa Begins Crafting Artifacts!

Demon qi rolled in like black ink.

At the forefront, the Demon General Jiu Ying bore nine heads, each radiating a savage, greedy aura.

Behind him, ten thousand Demon Soldiers, clad in armor and wielding cold weapons, gathered Sha Qi so thick it made the air at the foot of Mount Buzhou feel sticky.

"Hahaha, this is the Human Race? Pathetic and weak, not even a single immortal!"

"Look at that pitiful wooden wall—I could blow it down with one breath!"

The Demon Soldiers jeered without restraint. In their eyes, this mission was nothing more than an easy hunt.

Inside the Human tribe, everyone stopped their work. They looked up at the demon cloud blotting out the sky, their faces drained of blood.

A fear rooted deep in their bloodline left their hands and feet icy cold, barely able to stand.

"It's... the Demon Race!"

"They've come to eat us!"

Panic spread like a plague.

"Don't be afraid!"

Suiren Shi raised a blazing torch high, climbed onto the wall, and shouted.

"The Mother Goddess's divine guidance leads us! We have walls, we have traps! We can defeat them!"

His voice gave the chaotic crowd a backbone.

The tribesmen grabbed sharpened wooden spears and stone axes, trembling, yet they still took their positions.

"Overreaching."

One of Jiu Ying's heads snorted disdainfully, casually waving a hand.

"Vanguard, show them a taste of power!"

Hundreds of Wolf and Leopard Demons howled as they charged, moving at lightning speed toward the seemingly fragile wooden wall.

But just as they were about to reach it, something unexpected happened!

"Thud! Thud!"

The dozens of Demon Soldiers in the lead stepped into empty air, screaming as they fell into deep pits disguised by dead grass.

At the bottom of the pits were countless sharpened wooden stakes.

Blood splattered from the pits, and the shrill screams stalled the following Demon Soldiers' assault.

"Traps!"

"Watch your step!"

The Demon Soldiers grew cautious, skirting the pits until they finally reached the wall.

But what greeted them was a rain of stones and wooden spears.

Though these primitive weapons could hardly inflict fatal wounds on the thick-skinned Demon Soldiers, the humiliation of being resisted by mere ants enraged them.

"You're asking for death!"

A Bear Demon roared, slamming its massive paw into the wooden wall.

Boom!

Mud flew, splinters scattered, and that section of the wall was smashed open into a gap.

The defense line was breached.

As the Demon Soldiers were about to flood into the tribe, a massacre seemed inevitable.

Inside Nuwa, Chen Ran's Spark of Civilization pulsed rapidly.

No, relying on these primitive defenses alone could only buy a moment.

Against true great demons, the Human Race had no power to fight back.

Must upgrade!

Just then, he "saw" the women in the tribe anxiously shaping clay and water into various pottery jars and bowls.

They were preparing vessels to hold food and water for the men fighting.

This crude crafting process sparked a flash of insight in Chen Ran's mind.

Shaping, firing, setting... wasn't this the earliest prototype of "artifact forging"?

Civilization begins with the most basic tools!

"System! Based on the Human Race's 'pottery-making' and 'bone tool polishing,' deduce a higher-tier civilization technology!"

[Command received!]

[Detected the emergence of 'shaping' and 'engraving' concept prototypes in Human Civilization!]

[Civilization Power +2000!]

[Initiating civilization leap deduction... Deduction complete!]

[Congratulations, Host! New technology tree unlocked—'Rune Sequence'!]

[Based on 'Rune Sequence', Host Nuwa has comprehended a new Great Dao divine ability—'Art of Creation Forging'!]

Inside Wa Empress Palace, Nuwa sat on her cloud bed, frowning at the battle below Mount Buzhou.

She had wanted to intervene.

But the Heavenly Dao warned that Saints could not lightly meddle in mortal racial conflicts, lest karmic retribution entangle them and bring endless trouble.

Just as she hesitated.

Boom!

A torrent of knowledge—vast and profound beyond anything before—materialized out of thin air within her Primordial Spirit.

It was a series of mysterious runes, shimmering with the radiance of the Great Dao, arranged and combined in wondrous ways, expounding the supreme principle of creation: turning nothing into something, stone into gold.

Countless forging techniques, endless material ratios, and blueprints for myriad treasures...

These insights, as if innate to her, were etched deep into her Primordial Spirit.

"This... this is..."

Nuwa was utterly stunned.

If the earlier surge in power had only felt strange to her, this time, it was sheer shock.

This sensation of being infused with knowledge from nowhere, like a sudden enlightenment, baffled even her, a Heavenly Dao Saint.

Her gaze unconsciously fell again on the blood-soaked humans fighting below.

Could it... really be them?

She had no time to dwell on it, for the battle below had reached its most critical moment.

Demon General Jiu Ying had lost patience. All nine of his heads opened wide, gathering water, fire, wind, lightning, poison—nine different types of Demon Power—to annihilate the entire human tribe from the earth in a single strike.

This blow would not only destroy the humans; even an ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal would meet their end on the spot.

Nuwa's heart stirred.

The profound 'Art of Creation Forging' in her mind began to operate on its own.

With a wave of her hand, an ordinary stone from outside Wa Empress Palace and a withered branch of the Innate Spiritual Root 'Gourd Vine' flew into her grasp.

The power of a Saint surged.

The newly comprehended runes swirled in her palm.

The stone melted swiftly, the branch turned to dust, and the two fused in a mysterious, ineffable way.

No earth-shattering phenomena occurred, nor did it drain much of her energy.

Everything flowed as naturally as water, as smoothly as fate.

Moments later.

A simple, ancient seal, covered in intricate patterns, hovered quietly in her palm.

Golden merit light swirled atop the seal, radiating an aura that suppressed all things.

A Postnatal Merit Supreme Treasure—the Sky-Flipping Seal!

No, this seal, infused with Human Race Destiny and the principles of creation, seemed to possess a subtle, unique charm beyond the original Sky-Flipping Seal.

Nuwa stared at her own creation, slightly dazed.

When had she become so skilled at forging?

Seeing Jiu Ying's attack about to land, Nuwa, without a second thought, flicked her finger.

The newly forged seal shot out as a streak of light, silently tearing through the void, descending toward the foot of Mount Buzhou.

She only wanted to test the seal's power, and... save those little ones.

Jiu Ying's Ninefold Demon Art had already erupted, poised to drown the human tribe completely.

Just then, a great seal fell from the sky, expanding as it descended.

At first, no larger than a palm, by the time it landed, it had swelled to the size of a mountain, carrying the supreme force to crush all things, slamming down with a thunderous crash!

Boom—!!!

The Ninefold Demon Art, powerful enough to destroy mountains and rivers, shattered like paper before the seal, instantly crushed to nothing.

The seal did not stop, pressing heavily into the earth.

The entire Mount Buzhou shook violently.

Smoke and Dust cleared.

A bottomless pit gaped in the center of the battlefield.

As for Jiu Ying and those ten thousand Demon Soldiers, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, not even a trace of ash remained—they had been utterly suppressed into nothingness.

Between heaven and earth, a dead silence fell.

All of humanity stared in stunned disbelief at the seal, which slowly shrank and then vanished without a trace.

They had no idea what had happened.

But they knew one thing: they were saved.

It was the Mother Goddess!

Surely the Mother Goddess was watching over them!

"We pay homage to Holy Mother Empress!"

"May Holy Mother Empress enjoy boundless longevity!"

Led by the Three Ancestors of Humanity, all the people knelt devoutly, facing the direction of Wa Empress Palace.

At that very moment.

On Mount Kunlun, in Jade Void Palace.

On the East Sea, on Golden Ao Island.

On Shouyang Mountain, in Eight Sceneries Palace.

In the West, on Mount Sumeru.

Across the Primordial World, several beings who had just attained sainthood opened their eyes at almost the same instant.

Their gazes all turned toward the direction of Mount Buzhou.

"A Postnatal Merit Supreme Treasure?"

"That aura belongs to Junior Sister Nuwa... Isn't she usually averse to conflict and unskilled in artifact forging?"

"Such overwhelming suppressive power—this treasure's might is likely no less than that of an ordinary innate spiritual treasure!"

"Strange, very strange..."

The same doubt filled the hearts of all the saints.

This newly ascended Sixth Junior Sister seemed far more enigmatic than they had imagined.