Nuwa Creates Humans, Yuanshi Can't Sit Still

The system replied, "Relax. If you remind Empress Nuwa to create humans now, even Hong Jun would be happy to gift you two Innate Spiritual Treasures. After all, once Tongtian becomes a saint first, the era of saints is about to begin."

Bo Huang thought to himself: Now I'm reassured. Watch me. Then, scratching his head in front of Nuwa as if pondering, he said, "I think I actually know a way, but I'm not sure if it'll work..."

Nuwa said, "No matter. The path of sainthood is elusive and unfathomable; no one can guarantee their words are absolutely correct. Speak boldly."

Bo Huang smiled and said, "I always feel that direct exchanges between Dao bodies like ours are rare. If we were to create a race in the form of a Dao body, wouldn't that bring great merit?"

Nuwa murmured to herself, "Create a race in the form of a Dao body, create a race in the form of a Dao body..." As she spoke, traces of the Power of Creation slowly flickered across her body.

Bo Huang said in alarm, "Aunt, this is the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Please calm down. Our Demon Race's foundation isn't that deep—don't blow up the Lingxiao Hall; repairs are expensive. What are your thoughts on this new race?"

Nuwa nodded and said, "Let's create it first, then talk. Let's go." With that, Nuwa grabbed Bo Huang and brought him to a low hill near Buzhou Mountain.

Then, Nuwa produced a large cauldron, with the Power of Creation swirling around it. Bo Huang's mind buzzed with excitement: Holy crap, the Qiankun Cauldron! That's a good one. Oh right, system, what about my reward for helping Tongtian become a saint? Did you pocket it?

"Ding, don't slander this system. I just forgot, okay? Here you go." With that, a black spear appeared in the System Space, radiating killing intent. "Ding, friendly reminder: the God-Slaying Spear's killing aura is too heavy. Do not use before the Great Luo realm."

"I know, I know. Let's watch Nuwa create humans first—this is a big scene." Bo Huang grumbled in his mind, then fixed his gaze on Nuwa.

Nuwa frowned deeply, as if lost in thought... Unnoticed, the sun rose and set, and a hundred days had passed.

Suddenly, one day, Nuwa reached into the Qiankun Cauldron, pulled out a lump of mud, and began to shape it. Then... Bo Huang nearly burst out laughing. Look, everyone: the first little figure Empress Nuwa shaped was a goof—not to mention its uneven features, its hands and feet were all on the same side.

Nuwa looked at Bo Huang, whose face was red from holding in laughter, and said, "Go ahead and laugh if you want. It's my first time playing with mud; it's normal to shape it poorly. How about you try shaping a few?"

Bo Huang chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll shape a few. See how I do. I'm not bragging, but us brothers did play with mud in the Tanggu Valley's Fusang Secret Realm." With that, he started shaping.

Well, though Bo Huang's shapes looked decent, they were still goofs—they crumbled into grains of sand after a few steps.

Nuwa saw this, shook her head, and said, "That won't do. Your fire energy is too strong; ordinary water and earth won't work. We need the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil." With that, she produced these two supreme treasures.

Bo Huang looked at them and said, "Are you sure you want me to handle the shaping? The merit will be split then."

Nuwa smiled warmly and said, "No matter, no matter. I just received an insight—this time, I need to shape one hundred and twenty thousand people. Originally, I planned to use a gourd vine to fling them out, but I was afraid the mud splatters wouldn't look good. Since you're good at shaping mud, this task is yours."

Bo Huang was instantly speechless, thinking to himself: Damn it. One hundred and twenty thousand people, shaped one by one? When will this ever end?

"Ding, keep it up, host. All one hundred and twenty thousand of the first generation of humans will be your creation. How fulfilling is that?" the system teased.

Bo Huang had no choice but to shape them bit by bit. After about half a month, he finally finished shaping over one hundred and twenty thousand people, completing the Technique of One Yuan.

Empress Nuwa then squeezed out a few drops of quasi-saint blood to grant them souls, pointed to the heavens with both hands, and declared, "Heaven above, hear me. Today, Nuwa, moved by insight, creates a race through the Way of Creation, naming it 'Human.' Let humanity be established."

"Boom, rumble." Heaven responded, sending down boundless merit. Two-tenths of it fell upon Bo Huang's head. Bo Huang grinned inwardly, thinking: Wasn't that mud-shaping for nothing? In my past life, I was human; in this life, I'm a demon. Humanity will never face great calamity again.

As Bo Huang was lost in thought, Nuwa had already fused the merit from creating humans. Instantly, purple qi stretched thirty thousand miles eastward—she had become a saint.

At that moment, Hong Jun appeared and said, "Nuwa, as a saint, you must establish your Dao field in the chaos."

Nuwa frowned at Hong Jun and said, "Teacher, fellow Daoist Tongtian attained the Dao and became a saint before me. Why doesn't he have to establish a Dao field in the chaos and can remain in the Primordial Wilderness?"

Hong Jun was greatly embarrassed. Glancing at Bo Huang, he cursed inwardly: You little brat, you've screwed me over. Damn it, Tongtian became a saint first—how am I supposed to fool Nuwa now? If Nuwa stays in the Heavenly Court, how will the Witch-Demon War play out?