Nuwa Becomes a Sage

Seeing everyone's gazes turn toward him, Hongjun slowly spoke.

"This is called nine heavens breathing soil. Nuwa, you may use it to attain the Dao."

"If there is nothing else, you may all leave."

Having just returned after suffering Xu Tong's indignities, Hongjun was in no mood to chat with them.

Laozi seemed to notice that something was wrong with Hongjun's expression.

Recalling what Hongjun had just done, and considering this nine heavens breathing soil, he immediately guessed part of the reason.

"Could Master have exchanged favors with some mighty figure to obtain this nine heavens breathing soil?"

It had to be said that Laozi was indeed more perceptive.

With just one glance, he had arrived at the guess closest to the truth.

"Master, where did this nine heavens breathing soil come from?"

The moment Laozi asked this, Hongjun's expression grew a few degrees colder.

On the Cloud Bed, Hongjun gazed calmly at Laozi, yet no matter how one looked at it, that gaze seemed threatening.

Laozi also realized that he had probably said the wrong thing.

"Please forgive me, Master. Your disciple spoke out of turn. This matter is none of my concern."

Only upon hearing this did Hongjun nod in satisfaction.

"Go your separate ways. I will undertake Dao Integration next. Afterward, do not disturb me unless it is important."

Hearing this, none of them pursued the matter as tactlessly as Laozi had. They turned and departed.

On Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa took out the nine heavens breathing soil Hongjun had given her.

Her elder brother Fuxi stood nearby, watching her actions.

As Nuwa looked at the nine heavens breathing soil in her hands, inspiration burst forth.

She knew that her destined opportunity had finally arrived.

"The lands of the Primordial World now have the Demon Tribe and the Witch Clan, but its living beings are far too monotonous. Why not create another race?"

At this thought, the image of Great God Pangu suddenly flashed through Nuwa's mind.

At the same time, her hands began moving of their own accord.

Soon, she had molded a clay figure modeled after Pangu's Dao body.

The moment the clay figure touched the ground, it transformed, swelling as it met the wind.

In mere moments, it grew into the likeness of an adult man.

Seeing that the first one had worked, Nuwa did not stop. She immediately began making the second.

Only after making a full three thousand did she feel slightly fatigued.

She casually broke off a willow twig and flicked it through the muddy water. Each drop of mud became a member of the Human Race.

Within moments, little figures crowded around Nuwa.

Meanwhile, Nuwa's aura grew increasingly profound.

After she created the final human, the Heavenly Dao finally responded.

Boom!

An immense golden cloud of merit manifested.

Everyone throughout the Primordial Three Realms looked toward Buzhou Mountain.

Nuwa lowered her head to look at the figures gathered around her.

Then she looked up at the golden cloud of merit overhead.

"I am Nuwa! Today, seeing the scarcity of living beings in the Primordial World, I have created a race, named the Human Race. Let the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

As Nuwa's voice faded, the immense golden cloud of merit responded.

The primordial violet qi that had remained hidden within Nuwa's sea of consciousness was drawn by the golden cloud of merit. It flew out of her sea of consciousness and connected with the merit of heaven and earth.

A vast amount of merit poured into Nuwa's body.

The merit descending from the golden cloud split into four portions.

Sixty percent entered Nuwa's body. Her cultivation began to soar, transforming her in mere moments.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color. Myriad rays of rosy light filled the sky, and golden lotuses carpeted the ground.

The same thought arose in everyone's hearts.

"Nuwa has become a Sage!"

Everyone learned the news.

The members of the Demon Tribe were overjoyed.

Especially Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor.

For so many years, the Demon Tribe had been locked in a stalemate with the Witch Clan, unable to do anything about them.

Now, at last, a turning point had arrived. Nuwa of their Demon Tribe had become a Sage before anyone else.

Di Jun immediately rose and issued an order.

"Attend me! Prepare lavish gifts. We will go congratulate Demon Emperor Nuwa."

Di Jun reacted at once. If he did not bind Nuwa to the Demon Tribe now, what was he waiting for?

Unfortunately, Di Jun knew nothing about the affairs of Sages, nor did he understand them.

Being a Sage represented a status, but it also represented a restraint.

Once someone became a Sage, they no longer belonged to any race, nor could they lightly intervene in the affairs of the Primordial World.

Otherwise, the strand of primordial violet qi in their sea of consciousness would be no different from a death warrant.

At this moment, the heavenly manifestations had yet to end completely.

After sixty percent of the merit entered Nuwa's body and helped her become a Sage, ten percent of the original total went to the Human Race.

Another five percent went to the willow twig Nuwa had just used.

Although it was only five percent, the amount was still extraordinarily vast.

Once the merit had transformed it, the willow twig became a Golden Whip.

Then, as though answering some summons, the Golden Whip vanished from heaven and earth.

The remaining twenty-five percent of the merit did not continue descending. Instead, it flew toward Kunlun Mountain.

Everyone was astonished at this sight, unable to understand why the merit had inexplicably slipped away.

Nuwa, however, was not surprised in the slightest.

The moment she became a Sage, she had gained clear understanding of many things.

She had borrowed Tongtian's nine heavens breathing soil and successfully created humans to attain sagehood.

Although Hongjun had borrowed it, she had ultimately been the one to use it.

Thus, it was not only Hongjun; she, too, owed Xu Tong a karmic debt.

Nuwa did not mind, however. She was now a Sage, while Tongtian had yet to become one, so that karmic debt would be easy enough to repay.

Within the Dao Field, Xu Tong watched the vast amount of merit pour into his body, delight appearing on his face.

"So much? I never thought giving up two-thirds of my nine heavens breathing soil would earn me this much merit."

"With this merit protecting me, Hongjun will probably have even more reservations about making a move against me."

Xu Tong thought with a smile.

Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun also saw this merit. With a cold snort, he simply closed his eyes. What the eye did not see, the heart would not fret over.

As Nuwa attained the Dao and became a Sage, Laozi, Yuanshi, Zhunti, Jieyin, and the others could no longer sit still. They all hurried to Buzhou Mountain.

Upon seeing Nuwa, they hastily paid their respects.

"We pay our respects to Saint Nuwa."

Nuwa had become a Sage first. The others had yet to attain sagehood, so naturally, they had to observe the proper hierarchy and etiquette.

Although they were fellow disciples, a gap in their status had nevertheless opened.

Smiling, Nuwa lifted them to their feet.

By now, she had delved deep into the Heavenly Dao and knew the opportunities awaiting them in the future.

"Everyone, there is no need for such courtesy. Please be at ease."

Hearing Nuwa say this, they all rose accordingly.

Laozi looked at the Human Race beside Nuwa, and his heart suddenly stirred.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, what plans do you have for the future of this race you created?"

Nuwa was taken aback. She had only thought about creating a race. When had she ever considered what to do afterward?

Seeing Nuwa's expression, Laozi immediately smiled.

"I understand. I understand! My Dao is within reach!"