They also carried Nuwa's own expectations and hopes.
She hoped that the race she created would one day possess virtues as fine as Lin Tian's.
Then Nuwa tossed the three little clay figures onto the ground, one after another.
The three figures immediately took on living forms, and even gained intelligence in mere moments.
After looking around, the three of them bowed toward Nuwa in unison.
"Greetings, Holy Mother!"
Seeing that these beings were born so intelligent and courteous, Nuwa was naturally delighted.
Then she picked up the Gourd Vine, dipped it into the mixture of nine heavens breath soil and the Three Lights Divine Water, and flicked it toward the ground.
Having confirmed that creating an entirely new race was possible, Nuwa began to work faster.
Sure enough, wherever the droplets of clay landed, two became three, and three became a thousand, as living beings sprang into existence.
After an unknown amount of time, Nuwa looked up at the beings she had created. Without her realizing it, their number had already reached the count of a kalpa: one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred.
All these beings knelt toward Nuwa and cried out.
"Greetings, Lady Nuwa!"
At this sight, Nuwa's heart was naturally filled with joy.
Then she turned to Lin Tian beside her.
"Master, what should this newborn race be called?"
At Nuwa's question, the faint strangeness in Lin Tian's eyes gradually faded.
The anchoring of his humanity, and the act of embodying it, played out within Lin Tian time and again.
For Lin Tian, he could not-and would not-abandon his humanity.
Its joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures, its myriad sweet, sour, bitter, and pungent flavors, were all what gave life meaning.
As the beginning of who he was, it was something Lin Tian could not forget, nor dared