Zixiao Palace, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Hongjun carefully sensed the Primordial Spirit Nuwa had entrusted to the Heavenly Dao.
Only after a long while did he open his eyes.
"Good."
"It is indeed one of Nuwa's Primordial Spirits."
"With this, there is no need to worry about her plans with the Changsheng Immortal Sect."
"On the contrary, I can even use her to keep Changsheng Heaven in check."
The great stone weighing on Hongjun's heart finally fell away.
Changsheng Heaven.
"This Primordial Spirit Nuwa entrusted to it can still strengthen the Heavenly Dao."
"But she can sever her connection to this Primordial Spirit at any time."
"That way, once the Human Race flourishes and the Human Dao prospers, Nuwa can establish the Human Dao."
Lin Changsheng looked at the Innate Human Race on the ground and nodded.
These innate humans had just been created. Though they could cultivate, they had no cultivation arts.
They were braving the wind and cold on the lands of the Primordial Wilderness and fighting wild beasts.
Next would come Taiqing Laozi's founding of the Human Religion.
The Golden Core Great Dao passed down by this Laozi, who practiced nonaction, could not make the Human Dao prosper at all.
Instead, he kept siphoning away the Human Dao's fortune.
It was truly hateful.
But Lin Changsheng had long been prepared.
The Human Emperor Seal was in his hands, allowing him to gather the Human Race's fortune.
Next, he needed to make arrangements among the Innate Human Race.
With that thought, Lin Changsheng took out the small piece of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil he had previously obtained from Nuwa.
He casually molded it.
An innate human who looked much like him appeared.
But he did not stop there.
A leaf appeared in his hand.
He had previously asked