Shouyang Mountain.
Ever since Nuwa began her travels across the world, sensing the opportunity for Achieving Sainthood (achieve sainthood), she had known that her destiny involved creating a new race. However, the exact method of creation had remained elusive.
On this day, she arrived at a clear spring beneath Shouyang Mountain. Seeing her own reflection in the water, a spark of inspiration flashed in her mind, and the Primordial Violet Qi within her began to pulse.
Nuwa reached instant enlightenment. Her current form was the Innate Dao Body (Innate Dao Body), modeled after the Great God Pangu. Every living being in the Great Desolation, when cultivating to transform into a humanoid form, used Pangu as the template.
"If I create a race that is born as the Innate Dao Body, it will surely be an act of massive Karma (Karma)."
Nuwa realized that a race born in Pangu's image would likely possess an extraordinary talent for cultivation. With her thoughts clear, she picked up a piece of soil, mixed it with spirit water from the spring, and molded a clay figure in her own likeness.
After some experimentation, she utilized the unique properties of the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and the Three-Light Divine Water. Everything was ready.
After a period of meticulous carving and shaping, the first Innate Human (Human Race) of the Honghuang World was born.
The moment it came to life, spiritual wisdom erupted within it. Its 42,000 pores opened wide, automatically absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi (Spiritual Qi). Within seconds, a vortex of spiritual energy formed, pulling in the essence of heaven and earth. Auspicious light and clouds descended from the Nine Heavens, coiling around its body like a tide.
"Greetings, Mother Empress," the first Innate Human said, immediately kneeling before Nuwa in gratitude.
"Yin alone cannot create; Yang alone cannot grow. Only the union of Yin and Yang allows for true, endless multiplication."
Nuwa looked at her creation with satisfaction, then began to mold the second Innate Human—forming both male and female.
As time passed, Nuwa grew more proficient. She stopped molding each one by hand and instead realized the utility of the Innate Gourd Vine (Innate Gourd Vine). Holding the vine, she dipped it into the mixture of Three-Light Divine Water and Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and flickered it with force. Every drop of fluorescent mud that flew out transformed into a living being.
Shadows of the vine whipped through the air, stirring the soil. With every flick, countless humanoid beings landed on the ground. Soon, the soil was exhausted, and as far as the eye could see, the land was covered in humans, with an equal number of males and females.
However, this batch of humans created with the gourd vine appeared slightly "rougher" and less perfect than those she had molded by hand.
"Greetings, Mother Empress!" "Greetings, Mother Empress!"
The tens of thousands of humans roared in unison, bowing to Nuwa in thanks.
Looking at the nascent Human Race, Nuwa smiled. She looked toward the heavens and declared: "The Heavenly Dao (Heavenly Dao) is witness! Today, I, Nuwa, sensing the lack of vitality on the Primordial Great Earth, create the Innate Dao Body—these are Humans! Henceforth, the Human Race is established!"
As her words fell, a sound like a thunderclap on a clear day echoed through the Honghuang World. A violent explosion rang through the Void Realm.
The Heavenly Dao responded. Peals of thunder shook the world, and a golden beam of Sainthood Karma, trillions of miles long, illuminated the infinite universe.
The overwhelming Karma fell like a waterfall, gathering into a black-and-yellow (Xuanhuang) flood that rushed toward Nuwa. She manifested her true form, spreading her arms and raising her serpent tail. Her eyes were solemn and majestic as she prayed to the heavens.
The immeasurable Karma entered her body, enveloping her like a golden sun. The Primordial Violet Qi within her dissolved rapidly, and her Aura began to climb in successive waves.
Rumble!
An earth-shattering pressure erupted from Nuwa, spreading across the entire Honghuang World. This boundless majesty transformed into the wrath of heaven, making it difficult for the inhabitants of the world to even breathe.
They were not strangers to this pressure. Including Ling Xiao's recent ascension, this was the third time they had felt it.
"The Might of Sainthood (achieve sainthood)!"
Mount Buzhou; Pangu Temple.
The Ancestral Witches, who had only recently landed and were busy fantasizing about how to exterminate the Yao Race, suddenly felt this pressure.
Di Jiang stood up with a start, looking around in terror. "This... who has become a Saint?"
As the pressure grew more vast and a sense of familiarity set in, the faces of the Witches turned grim. They looked as if they were at a funeral, for they already knew whose Aura this was.
"Nuwa has achieved Sainthood?!"
"How is this possible!" Zhu Rong (God of Fire) roared, unable to accept the reality.
Their joy from the previous moment vanished. They had assumed that with Ling Xiao gone, they would be invincible. Instead, Nuwa—the Empress of the Yao Race—had become a Saint. If she chose to act, wouldn't she wipe out the Wu Clan entirely?
How are we supposed to fight this?!
"Which brother was just saying he wanted to exterminate the Yao Race?" "I hope you're a man of your word!"
The Witches looked at each other, trapped between impotent rage and soul-chilling fear.
"Big Brother! What do we do?" Gonggong asked with a pale face.
Di Jiang slumped back down, spreading his hands in silence. His lack of words spoke volumes. They were missing three brothers; their greatest reliance—the Twelve Capital Gods Fiend Formation—was useless. Against a Saint, there was zero chance of victory.
Some Witches began to eye the Pangu Temple, wondering if they should just fly back into space and pretend they never returned. It was too much of a shock to find their mortal enemy had become a Saint the moment they landed.
"It was quite nice drifting in the sky. Which beast pushed us back down?" one Witch asked, his mind clearly slipping as he searched for someone to blame.
"No! We still have hope!" Di Jiang suddenly stood up, his voice filled with excitement.
"What hope?" The other Witches looked at him with desperate expectation.
"We shall worship our Father and beg for his blessing!" Di Jiang spoke each word with gravity, his face turning solemn. This was one of the two paths for the Wu Clan's survival. The first path—collecting Pangu's legacy to dominate the world—was blocked. Fortunately, they had a backup.
"Right! Why didn't I think of that!" Xi Zi slapped his thigh in joy. The gloom lifted from the faces of the other Witches.
"Prepare ourselves! We shall worship Father!" Di Jiang announced loudly. He looked at the severed limbs and remains in the hall and added: "Gather the remains of Candle Nine Nethers, Ju Mang, and Ru Shou. Tidy them up and carry them to Mount Buzhou. Perhaps Father has a way."
"Understood, Big Brother!"
The Witches shouted in unison and began their busy preparations.
Yujing Mountain.
When Nuwa's Saint-aura swept over the mountain, the Sanqing were both shocked and bewildered. They felt as if they were becoming numb to the shocks.
"To think that among the six Disciples (Disciple) of the Dao Ancestor, Nuwa would be the first to achieve Sainthood?"
Yuanshi's face was ashen. This mix of shock, rage, and humiliation was no less than what he felt during Ling Xiao's ascension. Nuwa was their "Junior Sister," yet she had surpassed all three of her "Senior Brothers."
To the Sanqing, this was a slap in the face. Being outpaced by an outlier like Ling Xiao was one thing, but being inferior to a fellow disciple from the same sect? How could they explain this?