The villain of Kuaishou is my treasure

The witches and demons looked at each other with vigilance and hatred.

When the various tribes in the ancient times saw that they had stopped fighting, they all poked their heads out from the corners.

Tiandao ignored them and started preaching instead!

“The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name…”

The Way of Heaven is the 'Tao' of the prehistoric world, and what the prehistoric creatures pursue is also the 'Tao'.

Even the two opposing races of wizards and liches were very eager to hear the great Dao's lectures. They almost immediately fell into a mysterious state. The other races simply sat cross-legged in the hall, closed their eyes and listened attentively.

This hearing lasted for three hundred years.

In fact, if Xiao Rao had not come to this world, the serious Heavenly Dao lectures should have lasted for three thousand years. However, nowadays, this 'reduced' version of the Heavenly Dao really does not have that much energy.

Preaching is preaching.

Preaching requires creating a mysterious state of mind and making it understandable to the listeners.

This requires the Heavenly Dao to lose its "origin of Dao" and pass it on to the listeners, which requires the Heavenly Dao to consume its own power, and it...

It was almost dying suddenly.

Therefore, the time for this lecture was reduced by ten times. However, since it was an explanation of the Tao itself, everyone still benefited a lot and was fascinated by it.

Especially the six internally selected ones, who were promoted to the positions on the spot.

Xiao Rao: [……]

As a trainee creator god, she was basically useless to the lectures of the Heavenly Dao in other worlds, so she went straight into the Emerald World and had fun with Zhi Yuan for thirty years. Then, the Heavenly Dao in the outside world said, "This lecture is over. Come back in five thousand years!"

"You guys go on your own."

"Yes!"

All the tribes in the Yunxiao Palace bowed in unison, and then left one after another.

Xiao Rao naturally followed him.

She returned to the Sky-Tilting Pillar and began to retreat, until one day, somewhere, by the Spirit River, waves of divine spirits came, and...

The power of creation.

Xiao Rao suddenly opened her eyes, and without saying a word, she ran straight to Ling River. When she arrived at the place, she saw the huge figure of Nuwa, sitting cross-legged on the bank of Ling River, holding the Willow of Creation in her hand, with five-colored soil all around her. Her eyes were closed, and fairy air surrounded her. Fuxi was holding the Bagua Formation in his hand, protecting her by her side.

A strange "field" was formed on the banks of the Ling River.

Xiao Rao watched quietly.

In this way, more than ten days passed. Because of the movement on the banks of the Ling River - the ability to seize the creation of heaven, all the well-known people in the prehistoric world, including the group of people who had listened to the sutras in the Yunxiao Palace, as well as the witches and monsters who could not be left behind, all came.

Beside the Ling River, everything in the sky and on the earth is beside it.

They, including the God of War, the Demon Lord and others who received six stone benches - in fact, the future saints of the energy of creation, all felt the arrival of that moment.

The twelve witch ancestors, Emperor Jun, Taiyi and others all looked livid and were ready to make a move.

Fuxi arranged the Bagua formation and raised the Creation Diagram.

Nuwa didn't care about these things. She had reached a critical juncture. As the only female among the six future saints who had seats in the Lingxiao Palace, her natural understanding and comprehension of the energy of creation enabled her to realize the great way and find the true power of a saint.

She sat cross-legged by the Ling River, holding the Willow of Creation in her hand, and looked at the blue sky with her bright eyes.

After a while, she waved the willow tree in her hand, and the five-colored soil floated beside her, spinning rapidly, gradually turning into a phantom-like colorful earth, and then having limbs and a body...

Xiao Rao looked quietly at the five-colored soil that had already taken on some "human shapes".

[Sister Rao, I never thought that we could actually see Nuwa making people out of clay! ] 9527 grinned, with a look of deep emotion.

Hei Pangpang tilted his head, his pair of mandarin duck green eyes not blinking.

The Demon Lord, the God of War, the Buddha, Xiji and the Ghosts all had complicated expressions, and their looks... were more or less ugly.

Especially Xiji and Wuliang, there was even a hint of, uh, jealousy is a bit of an exaggeration, and it can't be said to be malice, but it was certainly not very friendly.

Fuxi became more and more alert, holding the Bagua diagram in his hand, with a strong fighting spirit on his body. It seemed as if he would fight to the death with anyone who dared to approach him.

after all……

The title of the first saint between heaven and earth is truly worth risking one's life for.

The Twelve Witch Ancestors, Di Jun, Tai Yi and others frowned, their eyes wandered on Nuwa, Xiji and others for a moment, and then suddenly looked at each other with hatred, with an expression of great hesitation. After a moment, they stomped their feet hard, as if they had given up something.

They simply sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for the work of fate.

The two tribes decided not to fight.

If the two tribes fight, not only will they not gain any advantage, but the other side might also gain the advantage. After all, neither of their two tribes, be it the Twelve Witch Ancestors or Emperor Jun and Taiyi, can reach the realm of quasi-saints. Even if they try their best and disrupt Nuwa's tradition of becoming a saint, the God of War and others will be the ones who gain in the end!

Why bother doing something that is thankless?

There are five quasi-saints, including the Demon Lord, the God of War, the Buddha, Xiji and the Wuliang. The first three have a good relationship with Nuwa and their personalities are also suitable, so they will not harm others and benefit themselves. After all, even if they disturb her, at most Nuwa will fail in her sainthood. She will not die. She can rest for a while and make a comeback. She can still become a saint. Not only will it not delay her efforts, but it will also seriously offend Nuwa and Fuxi and bring trouble to themselves.

So the three of them looked at each other, smiled at Fuxi at the same time, and stepped back a hundred steps to show their friendliness.

Xiji and Wuliang were unwilling in their hearts, but they both had weak foundations and had to maintain some dignity, so even though they were unwilling, they hesitated again and again and finally did not dare to take action.

There was an eerie tranquility on the banks of the Ling River.

However, Nuwa could no longer care about so many things. She tried her best to maintain the condensation of the five-colored soil. There was a mysterious glimmer in her eyes. She held the Willow of Creation tightly in both hands. She looked at the countless five-colored soils condensed into creatures standing upright on two feet in front of her!

"people!!"

"people!!!"

Nuwa's voice was loud, and she said firmly again and again: "Today, I will name the creature I created 'human'!"

After saying that, she placed the "little clay figure" made of five-colored soil on the bank of the Ling River. It was a beautiful woman with eyes and eyebrows that were somewhat similar to Nuwa. After she landed on the ground, she stood up and looked up at Nuwa, the goddess with a human head and a snake body.

The newly born, weak and ignorant creature, like a baby bird just hatched, shouted out two words.

"Mother!"

Her eyes were full of admiration.

But Nuwa didn't care. Her whole spirit was still immersed in the mysterious feeling of creating human beings. She held the willow of creation, and the five-colored soil around her spun faster.

One after another, the "little clay figures" were thrown out by her and placed on the bank of the Ling River.

But, it is obvious that these "little clay figures" that were thrown out looked a lot rougher.

It is completely different from the 'hand-kneaded version' that was born first.