Nourished by Feng's blood.
The clay figures drew in heaven and earth spiritual energy, and surging vitality began to grow within them.
The heaven and earth spiritual energy rushing toward them grew ever denser, enveloping all the clay figures.
Before long.
The spiritual energy had grown so dense that the clay figures could no longer be seen.
Viewed from a distance.
The clay figures wrapped in spiritual energy looked more like enormous cocoons.
Several hours passed.
The spiritual energy suddenly dispersed, and humans emerged from within, like butterflies breaking free of their cocoons.
The humans who emerged from the spiritual energy cocoons were all robustly built. There were men and women, but they all had the appearance of young adults.
Those humans walked up to Feng.
Then.
They bowed deeply. "Greetings, Father God!"
At their words, a gratified smile appeared on Feng's face.
He could feel the stirring of a shared bloodline within these humans.
These humans had all been born through the incorporation of his blood, which was why they shared his lineage.
Then.
Feng turned his gaze toward the other clay figures.
The humans born so far accounted for only a small portion of the clay figures. Many more were still waiting to be transformed.
With the experience of his first attempt.
He found the process much easier this time.
More blood poured from his hand. Guided by his true essence, it turned into countless threads of blood that flowed into all the remaining clay figures.
Before long.
The clay figures infused with the threads of blood also began drawing in heaven and earth spiritual energy.
Not much later.
The clay figures broke free of their spiritual energy cocoons, transformed into humans.
The moment those humans saw Feng, they all bowed in greeting, calling him Father God.
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