Nüwa Became a Saint and Withdrew Beyond Heaven, Li Yu Protected the Human Race

The humans of the Primordial World had been created by Nüwa. Though they were acquired lifeforms, this first generation of humans had been born knowing where they came from. They all knelt before Nüwa and called her "Holy Mother."

Thus, the saying that Nüwa was the Holy Mother of the Human Race was passed down from generation to generation. As for Li Yu, who had been at Nüwa's side, few knew of him. Even those who retained some memory of him merely called him an unnamed man.

Nüwa had created the humans of the Primordial World, living beings favored by the Heavenly Dao and destined to become the protagonists of heaven and earth.

Her act had completed the workings of the Heavenly Dao, so she naturally gained immense merit. Countless streams of merit descended from the Nine Heavens, all of which Nüwa collected.

At that moment, Nüwa also received the Heavenly Dao's recognition. She refined the Primordial Purple Qi and became another Saint of the Primordial World.

The phenomenon of merit descending upon Mount Buzhou, along with the heavenly might of Saint Nüwa, spread to every corner of the Primordial World.

Everyone had their own thoughts on the matter, which need not be detailed.

After becoming a Saint, Nüwa urgently needed to stabilize her cultivation. Yet the Primordial World was no longer suitable as a Daoist sanctuary, and she had to seek another place for quiet cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist Li, accept this merit. My becoming a Saint today was also due in part to your guidance."

After speaking, Nüwa's sleeves billowed, and a vast amount of merit flew toward Li Yu.

Li Yu did not stand on ceremony. He immediately brought forth the Mysterious Origin Water-Control Banner and swept it over the merit, gathering it all away.

Nüwa then arrived atop Phoenix Perch Mountain. With a sweep of her sleeve, she used a spatial technique to store away both the mountain and her Daoist sanctuary, Wa Palace, before turning and flying beyond the heavens.

Nüwa had made the same choice as Hongjun. She placed her Daoist sanctuary within the Chaos beyond the Primordial World, though not too far away from it.

Without the proper method, ordinary people would never be able to find it.

After Nüwa departed, Li Yu left as well. He had only come to witness the birth of the humans of the Primordial World with his own eyes.

As for the Human Race's future growth and prosperity, he had no intention of interfering.

The Human Race of the Primordial World had risen from the humblest beginnings, and suffering hardships along the way was inevitable. This was the law of nature. Only after enduring the cruelty of the Primordial World's environment could humanity become the protagonists of heaven and earth in the future.

Though Li Yu had no intention of changing the law of survival of the fittest, matters were different when it came to other living beings harboring malice and treating humans as prey.

Thus, although Li Yu had left, he had not gone far. He merely found a place to cultivate in seclusion. Should the Human Race encounter threats from other races, he would naturally lend them a hand.

Mount Buzhou had always been the ancestral land of the Wu Clan. When Nüwa suddenly created the Human Race there, the Wu Clan did not know how to respond for a time.

Within the Ancestral Witch Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together to discuss a countermeasure.

"Houtu, you have always shared a deep friendship with Nüwa. How do you think we should handle this Human Race?"

Seeing the other Ancestral Witches all turn their gazes toward her and wait for her decision, Houtu said, "Nüwa has now become a Saint, and the Human Race was created by her own hand. Even for the sake of a Saint's dignity, our clan should take a step back. The Human Race may live and multiply along the outskirts of Mount Buzhou. What do you all think?"

"Houtu is indeed wise. Even a Saint could find no fault with handling it this way," said Gonggong, the Water God and one of the Ancestral Witches.

The Human Race was still weak at this time, while the Wu Clan was one of the greatest races between heaven and earth. If not for Saint Nüwa, there would have been no need to deal with the Human Race so cautiously.

"Brothers Gonggong and Zhurong, I heard that the two of you have fought several times recently and nearly stirred up true fire. Is that so?"

Faced with Houtu's question, Gonggong had originally wanted to hide it. But Zhurong, whose temper had always been fiery and straightforward, immediately admitted it. "Houtu, it's all because this Gonggong needs a beating. Let me tell you—"

"No need to say any more!"

Houtu interrupted Zhurong, her expression displeased. "The reason our clan can contend with the Demon Race without falling behind is precisely because we exist.

"If even we cannot stand together, then over time, we will surely be defeated by the Demon Race. Do you wish to become sinners of the Wu Clan?"

"What? We'd lose to those few three-legged birds?"

The moment Zhurong heard Houtu's words, his temper flared. Wearing a look of utter defiance, he said, "Houtu, just wait. I'll head to the Demon Court right now, catch them, pluck their feathers, and roast them!"

After saying that, Zhurong transformed into a streak of fire and shot out of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Hmph! Idiot!" Gonggong said disdainfully, then left the Ancestral Witch Hall as well.

"Houtu, you needn't worry about those two. Though Gonggong and Zhurong do not get along, they know their limits. They will not disregard the Wu Clan's future and fate." As the elder brother among the Ancestral Witches, Dijiang stepped forward to smooth things over.

At this, Houtu sighed inwardly. Feeling increasingly stifled, she said, "Then I ask Brother to keep a closer watch on them. Do not let them cause trouble."

After saying that, Houtu also left the Ancestral Witch Hall, heading who knew where.

The sun rose and the moon set, spring went and autumn came. Another hundred years passed across the Primordial Wilderness.

Throughout those years, Li Yu had cultivated in seclusion on Mount Buzhou, secretly guarding the Human Race. He feared that wicked cultivators might take advantage of humanity's weakness to commit despicable acts.

Fortunately, all remained peaceful. The Human Race's numbers greatly increased, and they gradually began migrating outward with Mount Buzhou as their center.

One day, Li Yu, who was cultivating, opened his eyes. A sudden feeling came over him. After making a calculation with his fingers, he could not help but fly into a great rage.

After several hundred years of development, the Human Race had finally drawn the covetous eyes of those with sinister intentions.

At some unknown time, a vicious rumor began spreading throughout the Primordial World: human essence blood could aid cultivation. Many demons and evil beings gradually forgot that the Human Race had been created by Nüwa. Furthermore, as Saints had not appeared for years, they no longer had any scruples and began secretly slaughtering humans.

For cultivation, artifact refinement, pill refinement...

What Li Yu had sensed just now was humans praying to Nüwa. Nüwa had then passed their plea on to him.

"Those who dare slaughter the Human Race like this are unforgivable!"

Li Yu took a single step and emerged from his secluded cultivation grounds. Within a few breaths, he arrived at a human tribe on the outskirts of Mount Buzhou. The tribe had set up an incense altar, with the heads of livestock arranged as offerings.

Led by an elderly man who appeared to be the tribal chief, the tribespeople knelt devoutly before the heavens, praying for the Human Race's Holy Mother, Nüwa, to save them.

Standing upon an auspicious cloud, Li Yu descended from the sky and landed before them. "Rise. The Saint has received your plea and sent me to aid you."

"Thank you, Holy Mother! Thank you, Saint's Envoy!" the people of the tribe cried out loudly, their voices brimming with irrepressible joy.

"The rest of you may disperse. This elder shall remain. I have something to discuss with him."

The elder Li Yu had singled out was the chief of this tribe. His name was Lei.

Lei hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Lei, chief of the Huaxu Tribe, greets the Saint's Envoy!"

Li Yu offered no excessive explanation for being mistaken as a Saint's Envoy. The pressing matter now was to quickly resolve this tribe's troubles.