Mu Chen watched Nuwa leave and shook his head.
Forget it.
As long as she did not come looking for trouble with him.
He would just continue his secluded cultivation!
With that thought, Mu Chen closed off the sea of clouds and resumed cultivating.
Hongjun's three sermons at the Purple Cloud Palace.
Had finally ended.
And the second great tribulation was beginning to arrive.
"The official beginning of the Great Witch-Demon Catastrophe has been detected. Host, please choose." "1: Ignore worldly affairs and continue fishing for a hundred thousand years. Reward: Samadhi True Fire." "2: Prevent the Great Witch-Demon Catastrophe from beginning and earn supreme merit. Reward: two supreme chaos treasures for protection."
Option one.
Mu Chen stood in the sea of clouds, looking into the distance with a trace of pity in his eyes.
The world would soon descend into chaos again, and living beings would be plunged into misery.
Yet he was merely a lowly Primordial Unity True Immortal, utterly powerless to do anything.
"Let as few die as possible."
He sighed.
A hundred years after Hongjun's sermons at the Purple Cloud Palace.
Another surge of the presence of someone attaining Sagehood spread out.
It was actually Nuwa!
"I am Nuwa. Today, mindful of the suffering of all living beings and inspired by my observations of the earth, I have created the Human Race. May they prosper and safeguard eternal peace in the Primordial World!"
Her voice was majestic and awe-inspiring.
Heaven and earth trembled.
Countless living beings of the Primordial World prostrated themselves in awe.
Even the gods and demons filling the skies were stunned. Nuwa, who had not attended the Dao Ancestor's second sermon, had actually become the first of his disciples to break through to Sagehood.
Mu Chen opened his eyes.
His face was filled with surprise.
So soon?
It had only been a hundred years.
Could that offhand nonsense I spouted back then have stirred something in Nuwa?
But if that was the case...
The one who taught Nuwa to create the Human Race was actually me?
Mu Chen was dumbfounded.
A moment later, he stopped dwelling on this question, which grew more terrifying the more he thought about it.
In any case, the Human Race had finally been born.
And his Pangu's Essence Blood finally had somewhere to be put to use.
"The awakening of the Human Race has been detected. Please choose your race again." "1: Dragon Clan." "2: Phoenix Race." "3: Qilin Race." "4: Human Race [can evade the Heavenly Dao's scrutiny]."
Mu Chen did not hesitate.
Option four!
Mu Chen felt some kind of change come over him.
His entire body felt warm, with an indescribable sense of comfort.
Looking down, he discovered that he once again possessed a human body of flesh and blood, no longer the weightless spirit body he had before.
At the same time, his strength at the peak Primordial Unity True Immortal realm returned to his body.
Mu Chen felt that his connection to heaven and earth had grown countless times stronger than before.
This left Mu Chen unable to help marveling.
The Human Race truly was formidable when it came to cultivation talent!
It was so much better than a Rootless Body.
In fact, this was only natural.
Although humans had extremely short lifespans compared with the other living beings of the Primordial World.
They were manifestations of the Heavenly Dao's will, born capable of cultivation. Unlike other demons, who had to painstakingly attain humanoid form, they enjoyed exceptionally favorable natural gifts.
Having obtained a human body.
Mu Chen's first choice was to refine that drop of Pangu's Essence Blood.
This would take an extremely long time.
Yet it was the most crucial step in Mu Chen's path to becoming stronger.
In the Primordial World that followed.
Winds rose and clouds surged.
The Human Race multiplied and flourished, growing ever stronger.
Seemingly spurred on by Nuwa.
The Three Pure Ones emerged from their mountains one after another and began displaying their heaven-reaching divine abilities throughout the Primordial World.
Laozi walked among humans and established the Human Sect.
Cult Leader Tongtian founded the Jie Sect.
Zhunti and Jieyin founded the Western Sect.
Yuanshi Tianzun founded the Chan Sect.
All six attained Sagehood!
For a time, the six Sages governed the Primordial World in Hongjun's stead, enjoying unrivaled prominence.
Mu Chen sat blankly on the sea of clouds.
Even his face bore a look of envy.
They had all become Sages.
He alone was left miserably fishing here for a hundred thousand years.
This could be considered the most prosperous and glorious period of Hongjun's lineage.
After the Investiture of the Gods Great Tribulation arrived, however, the Sages would begin fighting great battles and suffer calamities, then gradually decline.
During these hundred years.
After attaining Sagehood, Nuwa had sent someone to deliver three Phoenix Race chicks especially to thank Mu Chen.
They had reportedly been found on the Phoenix Race's mother tree: the parasol tree.
The Phoenix Race could be called the most wretched of the three races in the First Dragon-Han Tribulation, having nearly been exterminated. These three before him were already exceedingly precious in the present day.
Their value rivaled that of supreme innate treasures!
Mu Chen stood on no ceremony and accepted them outright.
He felt his place lacked a little vitality, and having three phoenix chicks improved things considerably.
The three phoenix chicks, which had yet to grow any feathers, were playing on the sea of clouds, chirping like birds as they sprawled atop Hong Yun, exceedingly comfortable.
Phoenix cries.
A gentle breeze.
A sea of clouds.
This was life.
Mu Chen could not help marveling.
Suddenly, something struck Mu Chen on the head.
He instinctively reached up to feel it.
Then immediately roared.
"How many times have I told you? No peeing or pooping wherever you please!"