Clay-Pinching Creation.
Feng had only wanted to give it a try.
Over the past few years, he had traveled throughout the inner world, visiting both the Extreme Yang Land and the Extreme Yin Land, but had found no way to create the human race.
Besides that.
Feng had also tried using the five elements of heaven and earth to create the human race.
Every attempt had failed without exception.
In the end.
He could only pin his hopes on the last remaining element of the five elements of heaven and earth.
The spirit race was rooted in the earth element.
The land bore all things and likewise belonged to the earth element.
Thus.
In Feng's eyes, there was a good chance of creating the human race through the earth element, which was why he had come here to try.
But having an idea was one thing.
Putting it into practice was another matter altogether.
Only after pondering for a long time had he begun molding people from clay.
At first, nothing happened.
But as he molded more and more clay figures, a wondrous insight gradually welled up within him.
That feeling.
Made Feng forget everything around him, leaving him wholly focused on gathering clay and molding one figure after another.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Suddenly, something seemed to stir in the sea. Then great waves rose and surged toward the shore.
The thunderous roar of the towering waves.
Startled Feng out of his state of Clay-Pinching Creation.
He set down the clay figure he had just finished, then stood and surveyed his surroundings.
Without his noticing.
He had already made quite a few clay figures, and they filled his view.
Drawing his gaze away from the figures, Feng turned toward the sea.
Towering waves were rolling in from