The First Demon Sage nodded faintly, his voice full of disbelief. "That's right... Hongjun had already merged with the Dao by then! So the Hongjun who appeared was not Hongjun himself, but the Primordial Heavenly Dao! His expression was cold, his eyes unfathomable, as though he saw through everything. The aura he gave off alone terrified us!
"After arriving, Hongjun looked at the nine clay figures Nuwa had molded. With a sweep of his sleeve, he scattered them, then left a single warning: 'Between heaven and earth, Pangu must never appear again, apart from the Wu Clan.'
"Hongjun left after saying that. But Nuwa seemed to have another revelation. She immediately gathered the scattered clay, mixed it with divine water, and began molding again! Many Demon Emperors tried to stop her, but she seemed possessed. She kept working until she had made nine people once more. Their shapes resembled Pangu's, but none bore the slightest likeness to him. Nuwa then used the Creation Great Dao to turn the clay figures into living beings! When the transformation was complete, the nine figures had become nine living beings. Coming to her senses, Nuwa left behind the words of her realization: 'This race shall be called the Human Race.' Then she departed for the Primordial Continent. Not long afterward, news came that Nuwa Creates Humans had made her a Saint!"
At the First Demon Sage's words, all the Great Powers listening across the Primordial World fell silent.
The fighting here seemed to pause for a moment as well.
The First Demon Sage's account was simply too gripping, too shocking.
No one had imagined that so much had happened before Nuwa created humanity. No one had imagined that her idea had begun with an attempt to create Pangu—or that the attempt had drawn Hongjun,