At the foot of Mount Buzhou.
An ordinary mountain stream flowed slowly along the valley.
The newborn human race had already begun trying to find places that could shelter them from wind and rain.
Some moved stones.
Some broke off branches.
Others gathered around the first group Bixiao had taught to speak, learning the most basic words.
No one guided them specifically.
Everything developed on its own in the most primitive way.
Nuwa and Luxuan walked slowly along the mountain stream.
The Three Cloud Sisters and Zhao Gongming did not follow too closely.
They already knew.
Their master and Nuwa, who had just become a Sage, clearly intended to discuss the truly higher reaches of the Dao.
Although Yunxiao and the others were equally interested.
They did not crowd around to listen.
They were all Great Luo now, too.
They knew when to seek enlightenment on their own.
And when to give their master space.
Bixiao, however, kept looking back at the humans.
The few words she had just taught them.
Had already spread far and wide.
The speed was astonishing.
"Eldest Sister, will they invent more words themselves in the future?"
Yunxiao said softly, "Of course they will."
Bixiao's eyes curved into crescents.
"That sounds pretty interesting."
Meanwhile.
Nuwa and Luxuan had already walked a long way.
After Nuwa became a Sage.
Her aura had become completely restrained.
Without sensing it carefully.
She actually seemed even calmer than before she became a Sage.
Yet Luxuan could clearly perceive.
An extraordinarily deep connection had formed between her and the entire Great Wilderness.
When the wind blew.
Heaven and earth spiritual qi naturally flowed around her body.
When her feet touched the ground.
The laws of the earth gave an exceedingly faint response.
This connection.
Had already surpassed what ordinary cultivators