Within Phoenix Perch Mountain, the Qiankun Cauldron hanging in midair trembled gently. The Creation Divine Light spilling from its mouth receded, revealing two bodies lying side by side within.
One male, one female.
The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, her dark hair scattered at her side. Her brows and eyes were tranquil, her chest rising and falling faintly with each breath.
Yet compared to Qing Yi herself, this body lacked that ethereal quality of harmony with the Great Dao. Even standing so close, one could no longer sense the slightest Dao aura belonging to an Innate Divine Being.
The features of the male body beside her had yet to fully take shape, and only a rough outline could be made out.
Both bodies had heartbeats and warmth, with blood slowly flowing through their meridians. Yet they possessed neither primordial spirits nor True Spirits. Their seas of consciousness were utterly clear, as though they were merely awaiting the arrival of their true owners.
Nuwa extended her hand and lightly touched the woman's wrist with her fingertips.
The moment a nearly imperceptible thread of Creation power seeped into her flesh, the steadily flowing blood and qi suddenly grew more vigorous. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them was drawn in, beginning to gather within her meridians.
Seeing this, Nuwa could only withdraw that strand of Creation power.
"Still too much."
Over the years, she and Qing Yi had been doing the same thing.
They were not adding anything to these two bodies, but stripping away, bit by bit, the divine mysteries that others would have desperately coveted.
Innate qi could not remain. The Dao aura of Creation could not remain. Even the spirituality contained within the Nine Heavens Breath Soil itself had to be fully dissolved into the most ordinary