The system replied, "Don't worry. If you remind Nuwa to create humans now, Hong Jun would be so happy he'd give you two Innate Spiritual Treasures. After all, with Tongtian becoming a Saint first, the era of Saints should begin."
Bo Huang thought, Now I can relax. Just watch me. Then, scratching his head and pretending to ponder before Nuwa, he said, "I think I really do know a method, though I'm not sure whether it'll work..."
Nuwa said, "No matter. Matters of the Saintly Way are ethereal and unfathomable. No one dares guarantee that they are certainly right. Just speak boldly."
Bo Huang smiled. "I've always felt that there are very few beings like us who can communicate directly in Daoist form. If we were to establish a race in Daoist form, might that bring great merit?"
Nuwa murmured, "Establish a race in Daoist form, establish a race in Daoist form..." As she spoke, strands of the Power of Creation slowly flickered across her body.
Bo Huang said in alarm, "Auntie, this is the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Calm down. Our demon race doesn't have much in reserve—don't blow up Lingxiao Hall. It'd be expensive to repair. How are you planning to make this new race?"
Nuwa nodded. "Let's make them first and talk later. Let's go." With that, Nuwa grabbed Bo Huang and brought him to a Low Mountain near Buzhou Mountain.
Then Nuwa took out a great cauldron, with the Power of Creation circulating over its surface. Bo Huang thought excitedly, Damn, the Qiankun Cauldron! This is good stuff. Right, System, where's my reward for helping Tongtian become a Saint? Did you pocket it?
"Ding. Do not slander this system. I merely forgot. Here." As it spoke, a black spear appeared within the System Space, overflowing with murderous aura. "Ding. Friendly reminder: the God-Slaying Spear contains excessively heavy killing intent. Do not use it before reaching Great Luo."
"Got it, got it. Let's watch Nuwa Creates Humans first. This is a huge moment." Bo Huang grumbled inwardly before continuing to stare at Nuwa.
Nuwa's brows were tightly furrowed, as though she were deep in thought... Unknowingly, sunrises and sunsets passed, and a hundred days went by.
Then one day, Nuwa reached into the Qiankun Cauldron, took out a lump of mud, and began kneading it. Then... Bo Huang nearly burst out laughing. Just look at it—the first little person Empress Nuwa made was already silly-looking, and its features were incomplete, with both its hands and feet on one side.
Nuwa looked at Bo Huang, whose face had turned red from holding back laughter, and said, "If you want to laugh, then laugh. It's my first time playing with mud; it's normal that I didn't shape it well. How about you make a few?"
Bo Huang chuckled. "All right, I'll make a few. See how mine turn out. I'm not bragging, but my brothers and I did play with mud in the Fusang Secret Realm of Tanggu Valley." As he spoke, he got to work.
Well, although Bo Huang's figures looked fairly convincing, they were still rather silly. After taking only a few steps, they turned into piles of sand.
Seeing this, Nuwa shook her head. "This won't do. The fire aura on your body is too heavy. Ordinary water and soil won't work at all. We still need the Three Lights Divine Water and Nine Heavens Breathing Soil." As she spoke, she took out the two supreme treasures.
Looking at them, Bo Huang said, "Are you sure you want me to be responsible for shaping them? The merit will be divided then."
Nuwa smiled. "It's fine, it's fine. I just gained an insight. This time, we need to make 120,000 People. I had originally planned to use a gourd vine to fling them out, but I was worried the splattered mud would look unsightly. Since you're rather good at molding mud, this job is yours."
Bo Huang was instantly speechless. He thought, Damn it, 120,000 people, and I have to mold them one by one? When will I ever finish?
"Ding. Come on, Host. These 120,000 members of the first generation of humanity will all be created by you. Think of how fulfilling that'll be," the system said mischievously.
Helpless, Bo Huang began molding them one by one. After a little more than half a month, he finally finished over 120,000 people, completing the Technique of One Yuan.
Empress Nuwa then forced out several drops of her quasi-Saint blood and bestowed souls upon them. She raised both hands toward the heavens and declared, "Heavenly Dao above, today Nuwa has gained insight and shall establish a race through the Way of Creation. It shall be called humanity. Humanity, arise."
Rumble! The Heavenly Dao responded, sending down boundless merit. Two tenths of it fell upon Bo Huang. Bo Huang chuckled and thought, All that mud molding wasn't for nothing. I was human in my previous life and a demon in this one. Humanity will absolutely never suffer another great calamity.
While Bo Huang was still thinking, Nuwa had already finished merging with the merit of creating humanity. In an instant, purple qi stretched thirty thousand miles from the east as she became a Saint.
At that moment, Hong Jun appeared and said, "Nuwa, as a Saint, you should establish a Daoist temple within the chaos."
Nuwa frowned at Hong Jun. "Teacher, Fellow Daoist Tongtian attained the Dao and became a Saint before I did. Why doesn't he need to establish a Daoist temple in the chaos? Why is he allowed to remain in the Primordial Wilderness?"
Hong Jun was utterly embarrassed. Looking at Bo Huang, he cursed inwardly, You unlucky brat, you've set up this Dao Ancestor. How the hell am I supposed to fool Nuwa now that Tongtian became a Saint first? If Nuwa stays in the Heavenly Court, how is the Witch-Demon War supposed to happen?
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